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  <title>Once Bitten...never shy</title>
  <subtitle>Dominic Delvanos</subtitle>
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    <name>Dominic Delvanos</name>
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  <updated>2006-10-16T07:45:46Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:delvanos:2776</id>
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    <title>Sex talk</title>
    <published>2006-10-16T07:33:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-16T07:45:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Let me fall - Josh Groban</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So... I recently have just become aware of this but I have been told by Tara, just who I can or can not have sex with! That's right, she told me, Dominic Delvanos who I could fuck. ::puzzled:: And the funniest thing about all this, is that the person she barred me from fucking is myself... not actually  myself as in masturbating. I only do that when Im desperate or bored beyond recognition, for those of you who know my current situation, I can't say I'd wouldn't be playing with lil dom, due to the later stated reasoning. But I have no body, no cock, there for no wanking. Plus Solstice is here and I couldn't do that with her her. It would just be wrong!These things aside, the me, I am referring to fucking is Leisha. She is my creator, just as Tara is Elpycia's, she knows me inside and out but isn't technically me. So if I had my body and existed in the real world seperate of her and we happened to meet, I was told by Tara that Leisha and I are forbidden to bang each other. I mean, that's not fair! She has no problem with me touching myself but touching Leisha is wrong? ::sighs:: That's totally not fair and kind of a tease now, because she won't let me, though she said I could bang her, which would definately be fun! He he heh! But still its the principle of the thing. Sheesh, I can fuck one creator but not the other? Can I at least, in theory if I wasn't married, fuck  Jeannette or Jasmin, if they wanted me? Bottom line is I'm horny, bodiless and annoyed that I've been barred from touching "myself"!!! Anyway,I still love you Tara!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:delvanos:2093</id>
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    <title>The rants of a dead man</title>
    <published>2005-09-29T03:01:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-30T07:17:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Here with me - Dido</lj:music>
    <content type="html">FUCK THIS SHIT! I AM SLOWLY GOING CRAZY...I NEED SOMETHING TO DO AND SOON... FUCKING FATE AND HER SECRET PLAN BULLSHIT, BITCH IS GETTING ON MY LAST NERVE. EITHER END IT OR SEND ME BACK FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;IN other news the fem-pony is doing well and has knitted me several tea cozies. What I wouldnt give for a bottle of scotch - to use to club her in the head. Nothing clubs someone like a bottle of scotch...dont try this at home. This practice is for Soul-less bastards only! Hey Jeannette how is the thing with the marshmallow going. I hope you get the desired results your looking for and if it works let me know...hehehe I wouldnt mind trying that out!Ohhh gooey ;) To the other mothermaker, Keep your head up baby, at least you're breathing and still have physical form... and plus u have killer rack! To anyone else who knows me, How the fuck are you doing today? Really. Awesome. For those I dont know. I still dont care and am glad to be oblivious to you and your bullshit. Ta! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: to all those unaware of who or what I am...have no fear. I'm not suicidal, hell I'm not even real. Im a fucking fictional character that from time to time realy bugs the hell out of my maker, till she lets me make my peace. Yes, she is crazy but you cant help who your mother is can you. Nonetheless, I am not a desperate soul screaming for help from anyone... other than my wife. So ignore this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - The fucking ball of sunshine, D! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::laughs:: haha that funny...sunshine!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:delvanos:1860</id>
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    <title>I've been slashed</title>
    <published>2005-09-06T05:50:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-06T05:50:19Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Over her - Backstreet Boys</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Here's what dearest Tara came up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever read a Six/Eleven (Lestat/Dominic) fic? Do you want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. But is it wrong to say that I REALLY really want to? Whats even sadder is I or maybe 3 other people in the whole world could actually do it. Damn our creative minds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Eleven (Dominic)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Would Eleven (Dominic) shag Nine (Brian)? Drunk or sober?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stumped on this. It depends on how good Mr. Kinney really is. Beccause as a Vamp Dom can't get drunk, unless its on blood, and therefore is not natually gay. But, Phoenix(Not Jean Grey) has gottenhim to fool around a bit. So.. really what would you do Mr Kinney for a peice of Delvanos ass? Hmmmmmm.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what would actually happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Lestat and I would be a force to recon withh. Sexy, naughty and un challenged. There would be bloodlust of destestable humans and blood orgies of every kind committed by our kind. I'd love to drunk off of his blood that shit has got to be potent. Non of this misguided sap vamp sob story of bettering our nature. Eating rats - fuck that! Hey I know its might be pompus coming from me - married to a mortal and living like one but I do still bite humans, I just dont kill them. It's restraint, not denial. Lestat and I would be a better duo any day. Besides, I'm hotter than Louie anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Of course were being written. How the hell could I post if I wasnt on paper. Come on now. Next Q &amp; A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Me and Brian Kinney shag? Hmmm, well he'd definately go after me because Id be the hottest thing there but there isnt enough alcohol in the world to make me give into him. Though I would at least seduce him, follow to a empty corner and bite him - only taking a little blood, warping his memory to think something happened and fading away. He'd long for the one that got away...  Hahahaha - By the way, did u forget about my few encounters with Alex... yeah, I've crossed the line once ot twice. It's ok if ur really in need but chicks win hands down. However I would fuck Kurt, just to see what it would be like. Maybe if I was feeling really rectless we'd invite Brian Kinney or Slade ...hell why not both. How would u like that Tara? Me with Kurt and Brian on Brian action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom out</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:delvanos:1652</id>
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    <title>Yearning to be free</title>
    <published>2005-08-19T22:39:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-21T06:58:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Beautiful Stranger</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tired of wondering around aimlessly. I've taken to the idea of writing tv show promo scripts in my mind. They're all crappy but most of the schlop on TV right now is, so that means I could be in for a emmy if it sells. Actually, one was really good so I've turned it into a manga cuz it too good for tv and would get turned down in the USA...fucking crap ass tv. Any who, I recently also have become a part time semi-channelled constaultant for fashion. Ms. Jeannette Rivera, a stunning latino beauty, was the first to make use of my a Queer Eye-like fine tuned understanding of fashion. Since then business has taken off. Other than that nothing big has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still here with Solli. Solli (Solstice) is a very queer woman, she insists life goes on but in our current condition I find it an amusing outlook on death. She remains optimstc and calm. She's also keen on pottery and origama which is a hoot to watch considering that Solli is by no means a "lady" when she attempts it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had some cigarettes right now cuz I'd be smoking like a madman. I just need to do something with my mouth.Yes, I do have an oral fixiation, so sue me. My mouth needs to do something - eat, drink(hehe), smoke, kiss,anything beisdes talking.I know more about Solli and her collection of tumbleweed bunny figurines than I care to. She's not boring entirely but in her world, life revolved around her husband and to us on the outside, its quite boring and annoying since I hate her hubby with a brazen passion and always will. Bastard!How the hell anyone can be that devoted to him is beyond me. He's worse than me and that's bad! However, when she talks about herself and her kids, its ok. I can relate since have actual 4 kids of my own, and others that just call me, Dad, cuz their real parents are horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pauses for a moment* -I wonder if Abby sent that fax to Maxwel?- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Yeah, parent talk is ok. But like I said I need to do something with my mouth. And whatever it is, it isnt going to be with Solli. Dont get me wrong, she a nice woman even if she's queer. Younger than me.In the prime of her life. Quite a pretty litte phillie. Blond, curvy, great legs, nice ass, big teeth though. But I'm not attracted to her. She's too calm and sweet to get me going. Plus I much to in love with my wife to even glance her way. I like darker women - brunnettes, curvy, powerful, assertive, vivacious and no nosence. I prefer challenges and where as my wife would be Monopoly or Maghong- games of skill and savvy. Solli would be Duck Duck Goose.She's crazy for her man and even if I could seduce her to some point, she is ultimately above infedelity unlike her husband. Though it would almost be worth it to give the old girl some sugar and hop unto the saddle, just to piss Elicron off. But alas it's folly. I'll have to revert to childhood and suck my thumb or chew my hair or something till I can get to fags. Which shouldnt be to hard seeing as I can do this and have no earthly form at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-D out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ely, I miss u baby!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:delvanos:1282</id>
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    <title>Contigua la distancia, mi amor</title>
    <published>2005-08-19T21:37:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-19T21:37:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Spanish guitar</lj:music>
    <content type="html">No existe un momento del día&lt;br /&gt;En que pueda apartarte de mí&lt;br /&gt;El mundo parece distinto&lt;br /&gt;Cuando no estás junto a mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay bella melodía&lt;br /&gt;En que no surjas tú&lt;br /&gt;Ni yo quiero esucharla&lt;br /&gt;Si no la escuchas tú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que te has convertido&lt;br /&gt;En parte de mi alma&lt;br /&gt;Ya nada me consuela&lt;br /&gt;Si no estás tú también, ooh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más allá de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Del sol y las estrellas, oh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Contigo en la distancia&lt;br /&gt;Amado mío estoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que te has convertido&lt;br /&gt;En parte de mi alma&lt;br /&gt;Ya nada me consuela&lt;br /&gt;Si no estás tú también&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más allá de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;Del sol y las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Contigo en la distancia&lt;br /&gt;Amado mío estoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contigo en la distancia&lt;br /&gt;Amado mío, estoy&lt;br /&gt;Contigo</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:delvanos:1107</id>
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    <title>Storytime</title>
    <published>2005-05-29T00:42:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-29T03:56:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Crusin- Huey Lewis and Gwenyth Paltrow</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I could tell from the look on her face that she didn't want to leave, if it was to see her own children. They were in no danger and she was in no state to face them yet so I changed the subject to breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ok maybe you'll visit them later this week but for right I want you to focus on breakfast. I'm making crepes and the tea is on the table. We'll eat and then you can collect your thoughts and we'll work on making it through another uneventful (god willing) day", he said in a slightly forced but hopeful manner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked up at me with eyes that were still lost in what seemed to be a manic depression that was a heavy and tangible a the fog that had passed over this morning. He broke eye contact and returned to cooking breakfast while sipping her tea. She's starting to worry me but I don't expect her to react any more cheerful than this given the circumstance. Over the past years I've realized that it's not easy to watch people you care for suffer, her especially. It never bother me to see Trent in pain but then again I was often the cause it ::smirks:: but then I am a semi heartless bastard when I want to be. Which leads me to another puzzling thought... I'm not often a semi heartless bastard when she's around. Not lately anyway.  He sighed in deep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is her mysterious power. She had more than any other of her countless gifts, the ability to turn cocky but not entirely ego maniacal men into the teddy bears hidden inside the ego. She could do this  even if it was against their will. There were 3 in particular that were usually on her mind. Currently her thoughts dwelled on one of the less evil or egotistical of the 3 but he was the most important and loved in a way the other two despised him for. He was the reason why she had spent the last few weeks relying of Sterling to keep her going. She, this morning and on many that would follow, wondered what had truly become of him. Would he ever return… to this world, to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But this thought had been broken by the smell and sight of several crepes being placed on her plate. Sterling smiled at her while her refilled her tea cup. They sat quietly for a while eating. Occasionally one would muse over the sound of birds or clarity of the now fogless sky. It was then that Angelique walked in looking quite pleased with herself and Elypcia knew she was up to something.</content>
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    <title>delvanos @ 2005-02-20T22:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-21T03:12:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-21T03:12:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hello - Evanescence</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok. I'm updating cuz I have been commanded so. So, hmm what to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business Me: My company just bought out some minor competition. Hah, now I'm richer than before. On a more interesting note - I have decided since I hvae this much money I'm going to periodically send everyone of my employees on a one week vacation(with pay)sometime within this year. That's about 14,570 people and it will cost about me about 2.4 million and I couldn't be happier. Happy employees make a happy CEO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Me: My children are quite possibly the strangest people I have ever met and that scares me. EX: Cheesy Fruit, purple bunnies and wings! My dear wifey just had her birthday and looks lovelier than ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, general annoucement to the world: Fear the quiet, at least when life is noisy you can hear it coming!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:delvanos:558</id>
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    <title>Sometimes the world pisses me off</title>
    <published>2005-01-26T02:23:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-29T04:25:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"How many people wanna kick some ass"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Motherfucking puss spewing hell...&lt;br /&gt;*growls and stalks around*&lt;br /&gt; Fucking ass backward mother fucking shit heads causing me more fucking stress than I feel like dealing with. Stupid fuckin' shit! I hate when people fucking do shite they know better than doing! Idiots...ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: "This won't end well!!!" Nevermind, they'll do it anyway...full steam a-fuckin-head... they drink the poison, fuck their best friends girl, steal from thier employers, harass someone via internet,fuck some dirty ass whore(male or female)w/ no protection, spend thier money on booze and drugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on: Damn now I'm in jail, or He left me or She left me or now I'm fired because of some office supplies but everybody does it... Sorry, John but you've got herpes you irresponsible dirty motherfucker, Congratualtions! But it was over the internet...How did I know she was 12, opps should have done your research you damn perv and maybe you wouldn't be in trouble for talking dirty to the supposed 24 year old Candice..."how could this happen to me"...they all say it! "Why did I have to suffer?" You made the damn choice you unstable fucking fuck head and whining about how "I never thought I'd get my comupence!" God stupid people irriatate the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*snarls and opens pack of cigarettes*&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes I hate dealing with people cuz it makes you just wanna kick so much ass. This is why I own my own business so I can be a stay home dad. So I don't go fucking crazy and rampage of some idiots. God in heaven give me strength...&lt;br /&gt;*inhales cigarette smoke and blows it out* &lt;br /&gt;Mother fuckers got me smoking again... Calm down Dom! &lt;br /&gt;*breathes in and sighs* &lt;br /&gt;OK...my rant is over. I feel better now! I gonna go bake a cake and watch a Chris Rock movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me   (who else would it be?)</content>
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    <title>Holy Hell...I'm online!</title>
    <published>2004-12-16T05:48:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-16T05:48:58Z</updated>
    <lj:music>" Bad Day" - Fuel</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Holy Hell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It's finally happened I'm online and of all things I have a "journal"! This is quite amusing. &lt;br /&gt;Reasoning:&lt;br /&gt;-I need to vent &lt;br /&gt;-I need to stay in contact with my "friends"&lt;br /&gt;-I bored as hell!(Which is funny considering my home life and my company in NY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well heres to the start of an interesting friendship.&lt;br /&gt;    -Dom</content>
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