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Michele Greenberg, is also known as "Rachelle" in Manson's book, The Long Hard Road Out of Hell. According to Manson, he and Michele had a very turbulent relationship ending badly.
YOUR APPEARANCE INTO MY LIFE HAS STUNG THE VERY DEPTH OF MY SOUL. MY SHROUD OF SECURITY DESTROYED LEAVING NOTHING BUT SPLINTERS OF BITTER FEELINGS AND REVOLTING LIES.
MYYour UNFAITHFUL AND DISMAL PART IN YOURthis LIFE HAS RIPPED OUT ■■■■■■■■. The very center of my being.
Hair cascades over her face like some immaculate waterwall.
And her body is sprinkled with the dew-drop wetness I have come to love. And I am caught between this beauty and the desire to make it mine. Her knuckles are tight and white, with fistfulls of me in either hand and somewhere in the distance below us (some other place, other time) her clothes lie crumpled in a rainbow mass. kiss my face and kiss my face your legs glide against my chest and wrap around my waist they're hosed in lace. tear up my face and tear up my face your lips tear me up like crepe and you go down against my neck, your lashes crawling across my skin like spiders. And I'm so deep inside too deep and down I think I could drown.
We sat the candles spoke idly in flames and our eyes in whispers and as the wax melted so did our hearts, our souls, fusing forever. do you love? do you need? do you desire? I can give you LOVE I NEED to give you LOVE You. Your love, that I DESIRE. Awake Together, we are met and tangled like a child's hair. A new innocence of an old passion, and a mouthful of forever encompassed in a single kiss. The flavour of your sould on the tip of my tongue, and mine on your's our world together and our hands tangled like a child's hair. Some something or some nothing we are one another's gods our bodies are temples come let us worship SO CAUGHT. SO DEEP IN LOVE. SITTING AT A WINDOW WATCHING THE RAIN, AND A TEARDROP BURNS ITS WAY DOWN MY CHEEK... and i wonder if the sky is crying with me, or for me.
STANDING HERE, MY CLOTHES DRENCHED IN NARCOTIC BLOOD. I SUFFER IMMENSE WITHDRAWL FROM THIS LIQUID ADDICTION. MY PIERCING EYESIGHT WOUNDS YOUR DECEITFUL SOUL AS I SUCK WHATS LEFT OF YOUR DISMAL LIFE.