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This is my adopted goth fetus named "Cringe". Hooray fetus!


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08.19.04 (1:14 pm)   [edit]

It has come from deep within the heart laden with burdens so heavy that it has long since sunk to the ocean floor.  There for the ages to scour it with sands and bury it deep with no sign of it's existance, save for the subtle shifting mound, as it beats laboriously within its dark and lonely prison. 


But no container is fashioned to last for such an extraordinary time, even one said to be as strong and robust as a human heart.  So one day the poison trapped within discovered a means of escape.  Slowly, it seeped out into the salty waters around it.  An inky cloud began to form over the small mound that continued to beat even still, and anything that came within the reach of those dark tendrils was relieved of its life and reduced to a withered husk.


And with the riddance of that impurity, something happened that was not forseen or expected.  That heart slowly began to rise from the cloudy decay.  The sand relinquished its hold and the poisonous cloud had dissipated enough so that it no longer had the strength to hold it captive.


Through the clear blue water, it was buoyantly delivered toward the sparkling sun kissed surface.  It rose for what seemed like forever and finally felt the ocean air as it broke through.  And as it floated and bobbed, basking in the sunshine, it healed its wound and was once again whole.  It becamse illuminated, as though trapping a slice of that life giving sunshine within it forever.


Without warning it was abruptly siezed.  Frenzied razor teeth sliced and punctured the poor, enduring heart.  Tainted by the corruption released into the waters, dead eyes seeing all yet seeing nothing.  The creature quickly devoured it.  Never again to see that sun, forever lost.  Its brilliance now becomes a part of a new heart.  One that beats fierce and free.  Having been weighted down as heavy as a tumor, released and healed only to be consumed.  Even hav ing been silenced, it lives on still, and fuels the future.

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