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Neckromancer

(Pic by Keshav C)

And I also carry a code. Unbroken. Unread. Puzzling. Fuck knows meaning what. Breathing down my neck like a pre-historic moth trapped in the amber of my skin, waiting to be born again... resurrected... as words and thoughts in blue dye.
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  1. scoutJune 17, 2006 at 7:13 AM

    Quite in love with ourselves, aren't we? :D
    With good reason, son, with good reason - quite a photo, that is.

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  2. chandniJune 17, 2006 at 9:20 AM

    nice pic

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  3. ~River~June 17, 2006 at 10:49 AM

    Hallelujah!

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  4. MAHARAJADHIRAJJune 17, 2006 at 2:46 PM

    Thanks Scout, Chandni n River.

    In love? naah... just realised my tattoo was missing from the blog so... but on second thoughts the pichar is... cool innit?

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  5. lemony royaleJune 17, 2006 at 11:48 PM

    i thot the 'pichar' is hot....but what u've written below is hotter ;)

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  6. bunuJune 18, 2006 at 6:07 AM

    thats sum style man

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  7. LukeJune 18, 2006 at 6:48 PM

    Cool tat. I almost wish I didn't dislike needles so much and I'd get one.

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  8. MAHARAJADHIRAJJune 18, 2006 at 11:49 PM

    Zactly my feelings, lemony ;)

    Thank Bunu and Luke (but dude I thought u already one...)

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  9. nehaJune 19, 2006 at 2:07 AM

    Though not quite as striking - I have a pic of your neck sitting in a folder on my comp. :) Remember you were showing off that lovely piece of work!

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  10. MAHARAJADHIRAJJune 19, 2006 at 2:47 AM

    Of course... but then I have no way of knowing :)

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  11. kmJune 19, 2006 at 10:52 AM

    Dude, that's target practice for vampires!

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  12. MJune 19, 2006 at 11:33 AM

    Now I have to show you mine.
    Love the photo. Hot. I'd love to be close enough to outline it wit....

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  13. MJune 19, 2006 at 12:02 PM

    Love the unshaven rough and ready look also.

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  14. roseJune 19, 2006 at 12:10 PM

    ok, have to hand it to Keshav C...but have a sneaky suspicion that vanity is turning into your favorite sin...& fast!

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  15. MAHARAJADHIRAJJune 19, 2006 at 1:18 PM

    Cud also be an invitation for 'willing victims'... KM... obviously one has to be 'tight-lipped' about them fangs ;>

    Someone's sure getting ideas here... ahem... let's see yours now M

    C'mon Rose two back to back blown-up pictures don't mean that....
    ....or do they.... shit now u got me thinking....

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  16. raghavJune 20, 2006 at 3:48 AM

    why are you so damn obsessed with that tattoooooooooo

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  17. MJune 20, 2006 at 5:08 AM

    Obviously, you didn't read some of the female responses. I had to turn the fan on everything was overheating.

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  18. MAHARAJADHIRAJJune 20, 2006 at 9:05 PM

    Rags u got ur answer ;D, n thanks M!

    Rikki... am just thinking about a suitable offer to make... will post soon...

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  19. MJune 21, 2006 at 5:51 AM

    No, darlin', thank you.

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  20. MJune 21, 2006 at 10:15 AM

    A post script to my previous reply. Somehow the reply loses a little in print. So, hear it with a slow, sultry Southern drawl with a slight lift of the eyebrows and a playful smile tugging at crimson lips.

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  21. KandyKaneJune 23, 2006 at 4:40 AM

    its BRILLIANT !!! i love it.. wat a close-up.

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  22. MJune 23, 2006 at 5:53 AM

    Damn, how much closer can you get?! Except to be standing next to him, smelling his scent,to watch the line as trickle of sweat slowly carves out the line of his neck.

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  23. MAHARAJADHIRAJJune 23, 2006 at 2:04 PM

    Kandy thanks!

    M... that's some imagination... in short... too much!!

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  24. MJune 23, 2006 at 6:43 PM

    Imagination? No, mine was crushed many years ago.

    It was a dream. I keep telling myself that it was just a dream. ....I was standing beside you in the living area. Sounds from the street below drifting through the open window. The air warm, humid and rich with your scent. Steel blue eyes intent on your face. Beads of perspiration across your brow. One drop slowly trickles down, outlining your face. It slowly curves into your neck, sliding across the sharp edges of the tat, and then, finally, at rest among the beads. I reach to touch you, but I find I'm reaching for the empty space beside me in my bed. The faint scent of you still in the air.

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  25. MAHARAJADHIRAJJune 25, 2006 at 8:10 AM

    Precious is your ability to dream so vividly... and now we are no more strangers.

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  26. MJune 26, 2006 at 5:50 AM

    Connected by the thread of life like the thin, strong strand of a spider web.

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