Comments for Wormintruder http://www.wormintruder.com/journal I am a professional in the art of slithering...My craft honed in the art of manipulation. Welcome to the world of 'My Original Madness' Wed, 07 Jan 2009 13:15:01 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.3 Comment on Where Are You Right Now? by Samuel Pettey http://www.wormintruder.com/journal/2008/07/28/where-are-you-at-right-now/#comment-7 Samuel Pettey Sat, 02 Aug 2008 05:38:05 +0000 http://www.wormintruder.com/journal/?p=458#comment-7 i have watched your sites and friends sites since 2005, i spoke to you once online. i have issues in my life i am having problems working out. but i will find my way on my own. gray are the color of the face portrayed by my mother behind my computer chair. the pigs flying are her days in end short to come for unknown times. the red is the computer life i have become with many regrets of being intelligent. bar none the balls are the fire i placed into torment out of destruction to relieve of a red handed habit. the storm comes from 3 yrs no knew met friends since your conversation... not your fault. the blood that torments the blood of blackened widening guilts cover ourselves out the left over mazes we built for ourselves. this art is beautiful, hell.com is missed.... life online as the battered brain wiped sinner, asphalt curves the vertabrae over our testimonialized beauty. sam - i have watched your sites and friends sites since 2005, i spoke to you once online. i have issues in my life i am having problems working out. but i will find my way on my own.

gray are the color of the face portrayed by my mother behind my computer chair.
the pigs flying are her days in end short to come for unknown times.

the red is the computer life i have become with many regrets of being intelligent.

bar none the balls are the fire i placed into torment out of destruction to relieve of a red handed habit.

the storm comes from 3 yrs no knew met friends since your conversation… not your fault.

the blood that torments the blood of blackened widening guilts cover ourselves out the left over mazes we built for ourselves.

this art is beautiful, hell.com is missed….

life online as the battered brain wiped sinner, asphalt curves the vertabrae over our testimonialized beauty.

sam -

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