Devious Journal EntryThere is no blood. No pain.
A smile erupts across my face.
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I've been digging through the clues to find what I always knew.
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Part OneI see your blackened skin. Played out over and over in my head And imagine the brilliant white flash that left you for dead on the sand I remember walking in wetly, the Guns'n'Roses tour ad on the tv, the dull november rain. Oh Yeah.Part One
I remember being under a tree watching up as my uncle and father spent their last moments together. I don't remember the stigma attaching itself to myself. But I see it now.
We didn't have the war, but you look like you'd been hit by a flurry of napalm. I remember the black smoke plume pulling the blue sky down. The sun shone brilliantly. People drove their cars and you alm
by ~adverseverse
Murray's song, part 8What's left to you Is right to me I can't see all that you claim to be. Though the world remains silent,Murray's song, part 8
by ~adverseverse
UnblockingWe were never men, just boys grown full.Unblocking
We aren't met with resistance, but we're all out of steam.
No steam.
-stitch-
My synapses snap sullenly against the thoughts of my derision.
A handful of thoughts held haughtily.
-stitch-
It's raining for the first time in a thousand years and a jumble of words sit on my page, looking forlornly for meaning. The shepherd to their lost sheep, smiling through a lack of sleep, I find myself in too deep, again.
-stitch-
Nothing gets better for you, does it? I hesitate to ask, but I think I
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- Interests: Music
- Favourite movie: Donnie Darko
- Favourite band or musician: Tool.
- Favourite genre of music: Prog. Rock. Metal of many stripes.
- Favourite artist: Dali, M.C. Escher, Giger.
- Favourite poet or writer: Wilde, HST, Orwell, Kerouac.
- Favourite photographer: Carter, Capa
- Favourite style of art: Freethought.
- Tools of the Trade: My head
- Email: none@none.com
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Sometimes in the dead of the night I mesmerize my soul.
Sights and visions, prophecies and horror they all come in one.
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Why use many words, when one picture tells the whole story.
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Killer hesh life, brah.
[link] Stencil Category......NOW!
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Happiness: We rarely feel it.
I would buy it, beg it, steal it,
Pay in coins of dripping blood
For this one transcendent good.
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Happiness: We rarely feel it.
I would buy it, beg it, steal it,
Pay in coins of dripping blood
For this one transcendent good.
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Happiness: We rarely feel it.
I would buy it, beg it, steal it,
Pay in coins of dripping blood
For this one transcendent good.
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'Til next time,
~luyelila
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