| rdfs:comment | - A paraphilia or perversion, necrophilia (also known as "thanatophilia" and "necrolagnia") is a sexual attraction to the dead, the word being derived from the Ancient Greek terms νεκρός (nekros; "corpse," or "dead") and φιλία (philia; "friendship").
- "Necrophilia" is an original Korean song by Team Sweet Dream featuring SeeU.
- As punishment for these crimes of atrocity, Phil and his highly organized, and rugedly goodlooking Philanthropists were given the option of being subjected to either a 3 hour private concert by the then unknown Girls of Spiceius or instead being left alone in a room with the fat chicks they funded, and an infinite loop of sexy music. After the funeral, the fat chicks formed a new religion now known as Necrophilia, and praised their saviour Phil and the Philanthropists.
- Necrophilia, also called thanatophilia and necrolagnia, is the sexual attraction to corpses. It is classified as a paraphilia by the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of the American Psychiatric Association. The word is artificially derived from Ancient Greek: νεκρός (nekros; "corpse," or "dead") and φιλία (philia; "friendship"). The term appears to have originated from Krafft-Ebing's 1886 work Psychopathia Sexualis.
- The sky was lit dark, the path was all but lightened. In the shadows of the moon, a figure walked among the roses, heading to find the grave he had dug earlier that day. Shovel in hand, he had left his home and his wife to find what he truly desired Rest in peace. What did they mean by that? He sat in the garden, plowing flowers with his father. Hands dirt scuffed, he gently set them in an ordered row. His parents were to become married "Howcome you never got married before?" he had asked his father that day Life, a beautiful thing. But just like a flower, best when picked before wilting
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| abstract | - The sky was lit dark, the path was all but lightened. In the shadows of the moon, a figure walked among the roses, heading to find the grave he had dug earlier that day. Shovel in hand, he had left his home and his wife to find what he truly desired The gate stood in front of him, locked. Putting the shovel handle on a peg, the man pulled himself up. Hands on the brink of shedding blood upon the foot rests, he gave a final push before clinging to the shovel's long staff while forcing himself to the handle. A moment of rest failed to suffice, and so the man curled so that he could rest his hands while his legs aided in the clinging of the gate He was over the gate, hands in pain. The graves lay in silence, waiting for his choice. But he knew who he was here for, and walked down the garden of death. It was quiet here, the silence of the night spoke to him louder than the words of the church. He stopped to enjoy the flower beds, a blade of moonlight cutting through their cloak of darkened peace Rest in peace. What did they mean by that? He sat in the garden, plowing flowers with his father. Hands dirt scuffed, he gently set them in an ordered row. His parents were to become married "Howcome you never got married before?" he had asked his father that day "Too busy with life, we wanted to wait until we could really be busy with the other's life" Life, a beautiful thing. But just like a flower, best when picked before wilting He got up, patchs of grass combed about him. Where was his beauty? Upon the hill of waving grass, he looked down and saw the grave. Within it was his jewel. Standing tall was the granite tomb, the name of the fairness it held etched upon the surface Nézan Fargnel The ground was tender, only a few consoling pedals sat along the tomb's front. He took the shovel, scraping away the dirt and feeling his longing for the buried love. For some hours, he shoveled away at the volumes of dirt, before hardness was struck. he worked on breaking the casket seals Sooner or later, he had lifted the lid from where it had been meant to rest. There he saw again the pale face of that sweet lady he had never had a chance to know. He revealed her chest, caressing her soft breasts before pondering He ignored the thought, and went to kiss her calm face He lifted himself. Here he was, digging bodies for pleasure. He stood, brushed off his shirt and closed the coffin, wiping the lady's face with the back of his hand before leaving her to never be seen again. Standing on the ground again, he sighed Some time later, the grave was refilled. The man turned back, and headed to the hill. Looking up, he smiled at the moon "Why can't you marry her now?" "I've already told you, because she's dead" He left the flower bed, and stood at the gate. Lifting himself over it, he walked home in the night, watching the leaves sway in the wind. When he reached his home, he stopped at the door. Was he to rejoin his wife after such an event? He looked down at his feet, and turned back to sleep among the grasses of the lawn
- As punishment for these crimes of atrocity, Phil and his highly organized, and rugedly goodlooking Philanthropists were given the option of being subjected to either a 3 hour private concert by the then unknown Girls of Spiceius or instead being left alone in a room with the fat chicks they funded, and an infinite loop of sexy music. All of the captive Philanthropists chose the second option. By the following morning, there were no survivors, and upon closer inspection all of the Philanthropists died from the same injury: crushed lungs, liver, spleen, and heart, with a massive brain explosion. Shortly after news of this broke to the general population of the world, fat chicks flocked from miles around to see the martyrs. At the Philanthropist's funeral there were 1,037 mourning fat chicks, all of whom then took turns to ravage the corpses of the Philanthropists. After the funeral, the fat chicks formed a new religion now known as Necrophilia, and praised their saviour Phil and the Philanthropists. After the new millenium necrophilia become a popular with in the circle of the world leaders, so they made it an olympic sport. the event consist of every nation competing on how many dead bodies they can hurl the distance of 24 metres and then rape. Thomas Bradfoth is currently the world record holder in this prestiegeous event and his many sons and daughters have followed in his foot steps and are competing in this years olympics for the country's albernia and spandikavia.
- Necrophilia, also called thanatophilia and necrolagnia, is the sexual attraction to corpses. It is classified as a paraphilia by the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of the American Psychiatric Association. The word is artificially derived from Ancient Greek: νεκρός (nekros; "corpse," or "dead") and φιλία (philia; "friendship"). The term appears to have originated from Krafft-Ebing's 1886 work Psychopathia Sexualis. Rosman and Resnick (1989) reviewed information from thirty-four cases of necrophilia describing the individuals' motivations for their behaviors: these individuals reported the desire to possess an unresisting and unrejecting partner (68%), reunions with a romantic partner (21%), sexual attraction to corpses (15%), comfort or overcoming feelings of isolation (15%), or seeking self-esteem by expressing power over a homicide victim (12%).
- A paraphilia or perversion, necrophilia (also known as "thanatophilia" and "necrolagnia") is a sexual attraction to the dead, the word being derived from the Ancient Greek terms νεκρός (nekros; "corpse," or "dead") and φιλία (philia; "friendship").
- "Necrophilia" is an original Korean song by Team Sweet Dream featuring SeeU.
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