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"Rāgarāja"
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Cryptkeeper , 45/Male
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| Last login: | 5 hours, 19 minutes ago |
| Local time: | 3:14 PM |
| Join date: | 12 years, 8 months, 28 days ago |
| Location: | Kryptan, Kristinehamn Sweden
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About me:
"I am he, the chosen one, the fallen angel who´s watching you" "And I will give to thee, my own, Kisses as icy as the moon, And the caresses of a snake Cold gliding in the thorny brake. And when returns the livid morn Thou shalt find all my place forlorn And chilly, till the falling night. Others would rule by tenderness Over thy life and youthfulness, But I would conquer thee by fright!"
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About you:
"Thee I invoke, bornless one
All woman, pure predator
Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell
Like a seething fall from grace
Thee I worship...
Thou art darkest Gabrielle
Lilith who rode the steed
Thou art pale Hecate
Rising from Thessaly
Crush their unworthy idols
No church shall bar our path
Seductive Evil, drink your fill
Of the bleeding Christ in your arms
You are in my dreams
The darkness in my eyes
The rapture in my screams
Black Goddess arise"
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| Looking for: | Friendship |
| Orientation: | Straight
| | Herds (lead): | Snake Pit, Tails from the Crypt, Showroom, My Cabin in the woods | | Herds: | MASTER / MISTRESS / slave / sub, Cute Butt, † Pet Cemetery †, Bikini Fund, Valentines Inspired Pics - CK, Haven Of Dominance & submission, 21, Flying Feathers!, A girl's diary | | |
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Cryptkeeper's tales
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There's something in the look you give I can’t help myself I fall I can’t help myself at all There's something in your touch when we kiss I scream god forgive me please ‘Cause I want you on your knees I don’t wanna think about it now I know I wont get out if I fall in So I don't wanna think about it now It’s dark in my imagination It’s dark in my imagination
Cryptkeeper "Rāgarāja"
- 1 year, 8 months, 26 days ago
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If you are having trouble reaching me here, my Kik is Tempelormen.
Cryptkeeper "Rāgarāja"
- 2 years, 27 days ago
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"So many believe that pain is inflicted only by the physical application of torment. Blades, hooks, chains, racks - these are all crude physical tools that serve their part in mortifying the flesh. Anticipation, repetition, conciliation and hope - these are the finer instruments to be wielded when it comes to the mortiication of the soul"
Cryptkeeper "Rāgarāja"
- 2 years, 5 months, 2 days ago
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A nice gift I got.
Cryptkeeper "Rāgarāja"
- 8 years, 12 months, 4 days ago
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Needful things
Most recent customers:
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suck it up buttercup
Becks
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On auction
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