DesiresA Poem by Kayleenmorals are socialI wish to run an island like the Pleasure Island of Pinocchio. I wish to name it Babylon and to squander the souls of a generation. I wish to take down everything i love with avenging force and leave it in the rubble of my own demise. I wish to live on that island, surrounded by exotic men and expensive cocaine and lose my mind and soul in such ungodly synchronization. I want to watch my humanity pour from me in sweat and blood drawn out in the divine indecencies to which mine own blackest mind wishes to succumb. and I feel this jubilee of decadence and anarchic turpitude beginning to encroach upon my heart and as i open my arms to welcome this bliss of ignorance; lavish and twisted death besmirched in the jewels and finery of carnality and excess; I see only my God standing in the way.
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26 Reviews Added on December 24, 2009 Last Updated on January 23, 2010 AuthorKayleenAnaheim, CAAboutKayleen. 22. California. I Like Old School Punk Rock, Electro nonsense, and Katy Perry. The Mighty f*****g Boosh. Everything else amazing overseas we dont have here. I make movies, bad decisions.. more..Writing
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