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"He used to tell us about reincarnation.  I don't have any of the guilt that most Catholics have.  I went through that at about the age of 9, and I decided that if I threw up on the floor, I just threw up on the floor.  I asked him if he believes in God. 'No', he says, 'not at all. I feel very jealous some of the time, in the depths of the night, who do think that alot of belief comes with age. I'll probably fall into a religion or something as I get older.  If I give up, I will.  It's just fear, fear of not existing that drives people to believe things.  Everyone has that fear, but it's just a question of whether you have the strength to deny it, that's all."                                            --The Cure
All those special memories - now I bleed for you - burn for me - Perhaps I was dreaming - When I think these things had real meaning - You don't know what I've been through - Just want to put my love in you...
                                                                                 --Peter Steele
She Rides, let loose upon the world, she is the night, and her lonliness is bondage, she's black, and sin runs down her back, She Rides, from the daylight in chains, She RIdes the night...
                                                                                --Danzig
For You...                      The endless search, may have just ended
Time on my team, keeping fate well-tended
Two halves meet again, and are melted into one
Secret mistress, magical lover, together we shall run
At night along the beach, to forests at the edge of sand
Deep into each other, in this
dark mystical land
To extacy and back, we ride as one
In a dream-driven dance, until the morning sun
You gently edge me back, to the very brink of the ravine
Rocks tumble away from under my feet
I feel the strong pull of wanting, lusting
But I don't want to stray from your heat
I ache to the very core for you
Want to be everything, do everything for you
When I lie in bed awake, alone, sweaty,
For you....
          --Elizabeth B.           --from AMERICA AT THE MILLENIUM (poetry.com)
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