kkr

Murray, KY

#41 Jul 4, 2012
crazy wrote:
Hes single I think. He lives with his momma. N sorry than crap from what I heard!!
must not be to bad does have a job
Sheena

Addison, IL

#42 Jul 4, 2012
He is funny, has a good personality, and a lot of fun. Does work. But not boyfriend or husband material. Has had several beautiful women with good jobs but can't stay in a relationship. Screws around on every one of them and they figure him out and its over.
Depends on what your looking for and know what your getting into.
someone works at mmh

Madisonville, KY

#43 Jul 4, 2012
SHEENA he has his love back from what i hear.so maybe she can make him happy again.I wanted him but not after reading topix
knowed him

Middlesboro, KY

#44 Jul 4, 2012
someone works at mmh wrote:
SHEENA he has his love back from what i hear.so maybe she can make him happy again.I wanted him but not after reading topix
o Lord! They've done this to many times to count. He stays happy for about a month and then he starts bedding other women when he gets bored with her. She must not can get nobody else cause nobody would be that desperate to put up with the stuff of how he's done her.
If you want him for a roll you can still get him even if he is with her it dont matter. And if you want a few months they'll blow up again completely. That girl is desperate.
someone works at mmh

Madisonville, KY

#45 Jul 4, 2012
WHO is this women why does she keep going back to him.I WANTED him for awhile .but i dont know
Sable

Chicago, IL

#47 Jul 5, 2012
Who knows! Apparently she can't get anyone else and must have the self esteem or IQ of an abused animal. She knows he's cheated on her, been engaged to, and even married other women. Has kids with other women. But when he gets bored she takes him back. Anybody who knows him knows this is a regular occurrence. They might love each other as many people do and love each other as friends. But what woman thinks that a man loves her who does this to her for years.
He's a smooth one. Ill give him that.
someone works at mmh

Madisonville, KY

#48 Jul 5, 2012
WELL ALL I can say she sure is crazy or something i am sure she can find better than him
Karma in Disguise

Lake Mary, FL

#49 Jul 6, 2012
Karma is the reflection of ones' deeds displaced through time, at the choosing of Fate's will. Karma is opportunistic and unpredictable. In the end, anyone who commits a sin is inviting Karma into their lives.

This character everyone refers to is apparently Karma in disguise. To invite him into your life as a friend, lover, colleague, or whatever is akin to inviting the devil into your life. Everything he has touched turns into ashes yet he is unscathed!!! WAKE UP!!!

My suggestion is to mix a solution of holy water and accidently bumb into him and spill some on him. If his clothes catches on fire or he is burnt from the spill, call a priest! The devil once was charming, loved by the angels and God himself, but in the end was cast from heaven in an attempt to usurp the power of Heaven. Sounds to me like the devil had a son or at the very least a son!!!
Forever One

London, KY

#50 Jul 11, 2012
Love and Hate was created to balance humanity. An eternal struggle wages for the pursuit of happiness, triumph of the odds, and a life fulfilled before the light fades to dark. In death the souls of mortals are freed from the limitations of their creation.

I am an immortal, the child of the forest. Shadows forged by the pale light of the full moon, I was stripped of mortality. I feed upon the living, prey upon the weak, seeking to quench an insatiable thirst that is bereft my grasp.

There was a moment in time I did control something......it was the love for an immortal that shall remain nameless. She was the gatekeeper to my soul, the warden of my heart, and my angel of hope. Through her eyes I was someone, not something.

Together we dispelled the boundaries and myths imposed by the past. Unforgiving and treacherous, the past can devour the human spirit. It was determination and willpower of our love that defied the boundaries of our past.

To many our union was an abomination. The balance of light and shadow, our love, threatened the hosts of our courtship . Angels were sent forth to recall my love, to break our bonds, yet she resisted! I renounced my dark gifts and resisted the urge to feed!

We held hands and danced in a realm of our own. Our former lives was a canvas once painted with black and white experiences, which was replaced with a myriad of colors born out of happiness. I was the artist and she was my inspiration.

The Archangel, Justikar, with his host of angelic crusaders eventually captured my love. No last words, no goodbyes, she was taken from me. She was the only piece of a puzzle, despite the trials and tribulations of life, that fit into my heart. Without her, I will never be complete.

Darkness, the huntsman of the damned, once again claimed it's prize. Happiness is an elusive gift. My soul may be damned........but my heart will forever belong to her, the nameless guardian of our love. I miss you.....I love you!

Chronicles of Light and Shadow..........
Nameless

Hyden, KY

#51 Jul 11, 2012
Forever One wrote:
Love and Hate was created to balance humanity. An eternal struggle wages for the pursuit of happiness, triumph of the odds, and a life fulfilled before the light fades to dark. In death the souls of mortals are freed from the limitations of their creation.
I am an immortal, the child of the forest. Shadows forged by the pale light of the full moon, I was stripped of mortality. I feed upon the living, prey upon the weak, seeking to quench an insatiable thirst that is bereft my grasp.
There was a moment in time I did control something......it was the love for an immortal that shall remain nameless. She was the gatekeeper to my soul, the warden of my heart, and my angel of hope. Through her eyes I was someone, not something.
Together we dispelled the boundaries and myths imposed by the past. Unforgiving and treacherous, the past can devour the human spirit. It was determination and willpower of our love that defied the boundaries of our past.
To many our union was an abomination. The balance of light and shadow, our love, threatened the hosts of our courtship . Angels were sent forth to recall my love, to break our bonds, yet she resisted! I renounced my dark gifts and resisted the urge to feed!
We held hands and danced in a realm of our own. Our former lives was a canvas once painted with black and white experiences, which was replaced with a myriad of colors born out of happiness. I was the artist and she was my inspiration.
The Archangel, Justikar, with his host of angelic crusaders eventually captured my love. No last words, no goodbyes, she was taken from me. She was the only piece of a puzzle, despite the trials and tribulations of life, that fit into my heart. Without her, I will never be complete.
Darkness, the huntsman of the damned, once again claimed it's prize. Happiness is an elusive gift. My soul may be damned........but my heart will forever belong to her, the nameless guardian of our love. I miss you.....I love you!
Chronicles of Light and Shadow..........
Justicar and his angels close in around me, I can feel their presence and I know it's only a matter of time before they attack. Their one purpose is to steal my love; my happiness, my light!
They're here now, their merciless claws grasp at my skin, tug at my heart, soon they will prevail they will rip me apart piece by piece and yet my one and only thought is not of myself but of my love...
The boy who has overcome so much to become the immortal soul that he is now. I see the light within him that no one else dares witness. His dark eyes filled with pain that not many can understand, his dark heart beats cold for most but is filled with a love unlike any other. A strong love that no words can explain. He rescued me from the cold, showed me how to love, made me whole. We thought we had escaped their evil grasp but now in the moment before my death i fear only because I know soon we'll be no more..
Now as the tears flow down my face and my heart shatters..once again I can feel the cold he saved me from overtake me, feel the warmth from the light as it fades. I don't know where this place is they've taken me, I pray for death now. Pray for the pain of our seperation to end; But they leave me here tortured and beaten, a mere shadow of what I once was....
In this darkness I call to him, in hopes that somehow he will hear me....
I miss you...I love you...my heart is forever yours....
info

Madisonville, KY

#52 Jul 11, 2012
I talked to a friend a week ago .She told me she was 3 months pregnant and mister jf supposed to be the daddy he told he had nothing left to say to her .Mister Jf stand up tell everyone how you are.
Aphrodite

Manchester, KY

#53 Jul 11, 2012
I am the Goddess of Love...Desire...and of Beauty. I come to you with words of wisdom. Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an End. Love is the key that unlocks the bars of impossibility...I shall open your eyes...for there is one you seek
Margos - Witch Queen

London, KY

#54 Jul 12, 2012
Bridge Street, the Dregs of Sorrow, has a new master. She channels the souls of the lost, drug addicts - prostitutes- criminals, into her catacombs of the Eastern province. Her lies seduce men into fornication, abandonment of their families, and the betrayal of their dignity. Women are her tools to propagate false rumors, illicit sexual favors, and communicate the secrets of those in power. She is Margos, the Witch Queen.

The pale light from the moon is greeted with a howl. Kids familiar with the howl scurry indoors, scared by the shrill terror of the sound. Those less fortunate, curious and oblivious to the night's hunt, remain aloof and roll their chance with fate. I am the kid from the forest, the Lord of Hope.........

Dazed and half awake, my first victim hardly screams. The tracks on his arm, including his comatose demeanor, suggest he has visited the street pharmacist with a concoction of meth and morphine. My razor sharp claws flays his throat with three distinct, horizontal lacerations. Luckily I only severed his trachea and esophagus, barely missing his carotid and jugular veins. The addict succumbs to the wounds, falling to his knees clutching his throat, tilting his head upward to look into my eyes. He is greeted with dark, narrowing slits beset within my beast form, devoid of any emotion......only death.

I do not feast upon this creature, for he is my first kill of the night. He was just for thrills......now it is time to feed. I smell anticipation, trepidation, and a mixture of fear within the dimly lit corridors of the Witch Queens domain. Margos has her prostitutes working extra hard on the first of this calendar month.

As I approach the corridor, I use the shadows as my guide. They point me to the stealthiest approach, continuously whispering to the other shadows casted by the unsuspecting victims, guiding me to my banquet. Razor sharp claws extended, fangs salivating a mixture of desire and hunger, I subdue my carnal instincts to kill everything within my watch.

Several men stumble from the hallway, pulling at their pants and laughing as they exit one of the Witch Queen's prostitutes rooms. How I would love to snap their spines, rip their chest cavities apart, and shred their insides, but this is not the purpose I visit Bridge Street on this night. I seek to find an entrance into the Witch Queen's domain, a sworn enemy of my brotherhood.

Jessica, the prostitute, is showering as I enter the room from where the two men exited previously. Laying on her nightstand is a syringe with fresh blood, a couple of used condoms, and a picture of herself with three children, presumably abandoned and in state custody.

She sings a tune I am unfamiliar with as she slowly lathers her body, dancing in a seductive, rhythmic motion. As I approach the bathroom, the steam fills the atmosphere from the shower, creating a dense fog cloaking my approach.
The shower knob turning signals the end of her shower, with a creak and groan from the rusted pipes. As the fog lifts, so does the shadows of my stealth. Towering above a 5'5" petite frame, my body dwarfs her almost by three feet in height and size. She attempts to scream.....

My claws wrap around her frail throat, lifting her off the ground. She flails and kicks, robe falling to the ground exposing her milky white flesh. Blood trickles to the floor from the pressure of my grasp, partially collapsing her trachea, and eyes bulging from the lack of oxygen. I watch in amusement and curiosity as I watch her eyes begin to glaze over, up to the point she is about to leave this realm, I release her.

Dropping to the ground with a thunderous crash, Jessica smashes into the toilet. I lower myself and stare into her eyes, I see the Witch Queen within her despair. Although her spirit struggles to remain alive, her soul betrays the location of Margos.
Margos - Witch Queen

London, KY

#55 Jul 12, 2012
Bridge Street, the Dregs of Sorrow, has a new master. She channels the souls of the lost, drug addicts - prostitutes- criminals, into her catacombs of the Eastern province. Her lies seduce men into fornication, abandonment of their families, and the betrayal of their dignity. Women are her tools to propagate false rumors, illicit sexual favors, and communicate the secrets of those in power. She is Margos, the Witch Queen.

The pale light from the moon is greeted with a howl. Kids familiar with the howl scurry indoors, scared by the shrill terror of the sound. Those less fortunate, curious and oblivious to the night's hunt, remain aloof and roll their chance with fate. I am the kid from the forest, the Lord of Hope.........

Dazed and half awake, my first victim hardly screams. The tracks on his arm, including his comatose demeanor, suggest he has visited the street pharmacist with a concoction of meth and morphine. My razor sharp claws flays his throat with three distinct, horizontal lacerations. Luckily I only severed his trachea and esophagus, barely missing his carotid and jugular veins. The addict succumbs to the wounds, falling to his knees clutching his throat, tilting his head upward to look into my eyes. He is greeted with dark, narrowing slits beset within my beast form, devoid of any emotion......only death.

I do not feast upon this creature, for he is my first kill of the night. He was just for thrills......now it is time to feed.

I smell anticipation, trepidation, and a mixture of fear within the dimly lit corridors of the Witch Queens domain. Margos has her prostitutes working extra hard on the first of this calendar month.

As I approach the corridor, I use the shadows as my guide. They point me to the stealthiest approach, continuously whispering to the other shadows casted by the unsuspecting victims, guiding me to my banquet. Razor sharp claws extended, fangs salivating a mixture of desire and hunger, I subdue my carnal instincts to kill everything within my watch.

Several men stumble from the hallway, pulling at their pants and laughing as they exit one of the Witch Queen's prostitutes rooms. How I would love to snap their spines, rip their chest cavities apart, and shred their insides, but this is not the purpose I visit Bridge Street on this night. I seek to find an entrance into the Witch Queen's domain, a sworn enemy of my brotherhood.

Jessica, the prostitute, is showering as I enter the room from where the two men exited previously. Laying on her nightstand is a syringe with fresh blood, a couple of used condoms, and a picture of herself with three children, presumably abandoned and in state custody. She sings a tune I am unfamiliar with as she slowly lathers her body, dancing in a seductive, rhythmic motion. As I approach the bathroom, the steam fills the atmosphere from the shower, creating a dense fog cloaking my approach.

The shower knob turning signals the end of her shower, with a creak and groan from the rusted pipes. As the fog lifts, so does the shadows of my stealth. Towering above a 5'5" petite frame, my body dwarfs her almost by three feet in height and size. She attempts to scream.....

My claws wrap around her frail throat, lifting her off the ground. She flails and kicks, robe falling to the ground exposing her milky white flesh. Blood trickles to the floor from the pressure of my grasp, partially collapsing her trachea, and eyes bulging from the lack of oxygen. I watch in amusement and curiosity as I watch her eyes begin to glaze over, up to the point she is about to leave this realm, I release her.
LMAO

Chicago, IL

#56 Jul 12, 2012
Once you read these stories you can see why the man can get away with screwing women in her bed in her house and she keeps taking him back. Immortal soulmates. Lol.
She is the only one who will ever hold his heart but many keep his pec#r! Hahahaa
Prodigy

Versailles, KY

#57 Jul 12, 2012
He knows your intimate secrets...

He fell in love with you without looking back...

He endured the pain of the loss you both suffered...

He fought against the odds...

He knows love only through you...

You are his avatar...

You are everything....

You are the "nameless" one....

Chronicles of the Forgotten Soldier.....

You are the future...
Lol

Manchester, KY

#58 Jul 12, 2012
Well, apparently...you like how his pecker tasted...when he had these ladies...No bragging Rights...So eat me...Oh yeah you are...and if you dont like the story...then dont... Read It.
blessing

Madisonville, KY

#59 Jul 12, 2012
GUESS what if Johnny is so bad why is it.HE is not a bad person he is a real good friend and also everyone needs to leave him the hell alone he is still a person with morals and feelings no matter what people has to say about him me and him has been friends for quit awhile now so leave him alone for god sakes
Nameless

Wooton, KY

#60 Jul 13, 2012
My love was like the sun that warms me when I am cold,
And like the cool water of the brook that refreshes me.
My love knows the secret pleasures of my soul,
And delights with me in fulfilling them.
Who is my love but the soul of my soul,
And the reason for every beat of my heart.
Who fills me with life in the joy of his presence,
And returns to me more than I can give!
Come to me, my love, I die without you.
Each day is eternity, waiting for your touch.
Remove the tears from my eyes and the ache in my heart,
Be closer than my breath, all my days, all my nights.
lol

Middlesboro, KY

#61 Jul 13, 2012
this chick needs to sign up for sister wives. if she don't mind him screwing all the other women they might could stay together so he wouldn't have to sneak. she ain't gonna get nobody else. lmao!

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