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I love Blood.
I really love it when it's dry. It's like paint, fragile, and flakes off so easily, yet can be painted on smoothly and easily. Yes, I love blood, perhaps it is wrong.
Most people would say I'm a freak for loving blood so much. But, perhaps I am a freak. Perhaps I am not. Is it wrong to love something so beautful, and it is beautiful.
Blood is such a deep, dark red. Like a fine ruby, but more devine, more powerful. Yet blood is so fragile, showing such strength, yet such weakness. It makes me want to see more of it, makes me want to watch it move slowly down a pale expanse. Red and white clash in a stunning way, that entrances me.
Blood, it awakens my spirt and senses, drawing me from the world around me, and letting me glimpse into my true self. Blood, your own, or someone elses, triggers a type of powerful responce in people. It shows the monster inside yourself, inside the ones you think you know. And I know them, all of them. I know their thoughts, their true intents, their blood.
Do not think of me as a freak. Think of me as a seer. One who reads blood, as another reads a palm. As another reads a crystal ball, or cards, or stars. I read blood, I read souls. And God.....
....I love it.

Description
I love Blood.
I really love it when it's dry. It's like paint, fragile, and flakes off so easily, yet can be painted on smoothly and easily. Yes, I love blood, perhaps it is wrong.
Most people would say I'm a freak for loving blood so much. But, perhaps I am a freak. Perhaps I am not. Is it wrong to love something so beautful, and it is beautiful.
Blood is such a deep, dark red. Like a fine ruby, but more devine, more powerful. Yet blood is so fragile, showing such strength, yet such weakness. It makes me want to see more of it, makes me want to watch it move slowly down a pale expanse. Red and white clash in a stunning way, that entrances me.
Blood, it awakens my spirt and senses, drawing me from the world around me, and letting me glimpse into my true self. Blood, your own, or someone elses, triggers a type of powerful responce in people. It shows the monster inside yourself, inside the ones you think you know. And I know them, all of them. I know their thoughts, their true intents, their blood.
Do not think of me as a freak. Think of me as a seer. One who reads blood, as another reads a palm. As another reads a crystal ball, or cards, or stars. I read blood, I read souls. And God.....
....I love it.