floodnight
There was a night, when we went to bed early. And in my dreams I met her. She was Dana of my dreams. Perfect Dana. She has the same kind of dreams about me. I think it’s natural. Whatever it was, was half dream and half real, and it was good.
We woke together and were connected as one. I got up and went immediately to the toilet. I sat there, and noticed the perfect dream and reality. I was a bloody mess from thigh to chest. My bride and lovely soul mate, had bled and bled through our passionate cloudy meeting. It was her time to bleed. I consciously tried not to be disgusted, but I was as I washed.
a.d. blade
We woke together and were connected as one. I got up and went immediately to the toilet. I sat there, and noticed the perfect dream and reality. I was a bloody mess from thigh to chest. My bride and lovely soul mate, had bled and bled through our passionate cloudy meeting. It was her time to bleed. I consciously tried not to be disgusted, but I was as I washed.
a.d. blade
posted by A. D. Blade at
2:31 PM
1 Comments:
What was God's reaction to the blood coming from the young bride he stole from Joseph? Was he disgusted with what the failures of his creation led him to do? Did he have to do this a hundred times before his seed took the form of a messiah? At least God has no mirror in which to view himself, unless we, man, are his mirror.
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