Reconstruction and Renovation

I need to play. I need to look at a sexy body tied up in rope and me doing all kinds of things to that body. Alas...oh well. The playground is closed or not available until whenever.

Just getting back in. Solitude, water and solitude.

Well all of you are getting ready for or on vacations, trips and fun and all that. Have a good time and have plenty of fun, sex and everything for me.

*shooting up the ceiling*

3 am

it has been quiet.
not a word.
interesting

I guess I will try and lay down then

*tossing grenades*

Gym, Anger and Unbelievable Ass

So I was at the gym. I might as well break something while I break me and everything else. Even the older white guy asked me if I broke the machine.

But damn I went to the water fountain and there is this skinny white girl. Little titties (at least she wasn't boy looking flat chested). And I look down at her size 4 body and she got an AZZ!!! Fuck the dumb shit this little skrawny broad had a round, soft looking fucking ass. I immediately wanted to fuck her on the weight benches and all the equipment. Beat her pussy, mouth and ass to death. And then tie her to the dead lift rig and beat her to death with everything I could. Now I wanted a skinny little chick I would do one like that. At least have that ass or some great big ass titties. And it is known that no matter the race I have only started finding skinny broads attractive in the last few years. Before that I was never ever attracked to anyone below a size 12 basically.

I used the hydromassage and massage chair for the first time and i needed that. Put everything on maximum harshness so I can feel something. And the guys working there laughed at me because I was like let me try this stuff out so i can have some sense of something.

Well I guess i will fucking find something to eat. Then shower. Grab the knife, gun and machete and hit the streets.

Pray for the fucking humans today!!!!!

I Have Come To Destroy Heaven and Hell

Here at the gym.

I don't want to think or feel. Because there is no relief in sight.

I guess I need to kick shot off into bersrrkrr mode to deal with this. Flashbacks to someone getting kicked off train platforms to the tracks. Crushed humans beneath my presence.

My anger has gone beyond rage with everything that has been going on. And I had to realize how I could gain shelter from this aka the soliude of peace is not how it use to be. And there in is the problem for me. That thing that would calm my world war beast is not understood or has thr ability to see the ramification and applicable need. This is what I get from himan contact.

Hell has opened and the devil and demons better underdtand just how they need to fear me

Spoken Rage: Daemonite Fear of Me

Transmuted
Transfixxed

Bound in emotionless
expressiveness

Reached threshold of
union and dysfunction

Lycanthrope reaction
caused by lunar placement
overwhelming
rage

Seeking needed answer
for a question already
prevalent
understood

Flames
melting hellions
as I stand amid the brimstone
watching the flames
Processed avoidance

Flames stained
with essence of me
cringing
seeking a life line
as I cause the flames to
die

Spoken Word Impact: Masterpiece Theatre of the Mind

That need to fed. leads to me thinking about the next time and moment. Combinations of impact play and rope. The Beast finally being free to be. The things that have never been available to be shown, experienced and seen. The true and full sadist of me. I need to hurt you so badly.

Masterpiece Theatre of the Mind

I look at you

You feel my malicious intent

The evidence

That you are my whore tonight

My palm downward

You kneel

Prostate your

Nakedness

To me

You are my canvas

And my creative juices flow

Tonight’s masterpiece

In pain and markings

Are you my whore

She looks up at me

Answering with appropriate

Intensity

Her response too slow

The slap I place

Stings

We have just begin

Pulling her up by her hair

Dragging her to the table

Let us begin then

Rope binds

As I tighten

Into preventive position

As flesh bulges between

Each roped section

Reverence achieved

The sound of the cane

As my swing lights fire to her skin

Lashes mark my beginnings

Automated flinches

My teeth bite skin

Digging deep

Deep imprints

Left in your chocolate skin

My canvas gains

A basis

Floggers

Whirl as they pound

Rope and exposed skin

Raised chocolate

Braised like a

Jamaican black cake

My flow crescendos

As cane and paddle

Strike in their furious battle

My strokes bring forth

Twisted contortions

Writhing, raised proportions

As channeled pain

Caves the mental walls

Into released bliss

My bliss

Amid sounds of smack

Slap

Crack

My artwork

Handiwork

Here and present before me

I stand back

Marveled

Caught in my newest

Tormented piece

As I admire

Sit and drink

Admiring another

Masterpiece

From the chocolatezeus collection  6/29/15  ©

The Day After Another Year

A day after my birthday.

Moments pass. Time is marked.

I cant say much about this weekend. It happened. There was nothing spectacular or memorable this time. Merely the ticking of the second hand as it passes each mark.

I watched the moon leave it's mark upon me. The sunrise and sunset flow back and forth. Beast mode is out of control because of the moon and what has happened.

I was told I think too much and I need to stop doing that. And I agree. My mind never ceases. Question is...how do I do that?

This walk. This journey. The trip into the unknown.

A break must happen. An end around run. Making happen is the only goal. And as usual I will unleash hell!

Standing at the beginning. A greymalkin beginning. Alpha omega. Apocalypse beginning.

Still giving thanks. Messages assimilated. I won't pay for the same real estate twice like Patton said.

Celebration...maybe another decade