The Sympathetic Symbols of Ones Lost Soul

Follow the journey into this unconscious mind to reveal Zotty's little dirty secrets, hidden thoughts, lustours wants and needs, desires and crazy way of dealing with everyday tribulations. The Symbol of my exsistance once was true love founded, but now it is just survival of keeping the minds eye focused on a new path without a mental breakdown occurring.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Zottty aka Zotmister at 11:44 PM 1 comment:
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I sometimes get my thongs in a bunch and feel an overwhelming sense (or nonsense, as some might say) to write...ALOT. No edits, or spell check required, just me, sometimes in clothes, sometimes not, just depending on the hour. Rum in one hand, pointing and laughing at something on the other. Don't worry, I only bite when provoked, but once provoked, i'll write like the devil with a fine fiddle; and that fiddle bow aimmed straight at someones ass. EmmmHmmm
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