oh great calamityhow I abhor this place
its sweet and bitter taste
has left me wretched, retching on all fours
los angeles, i'm yours...
Sliver of LifeThis is – insofar as to the depth of my earthly knowledge, little as it may be – what I remember of my life, and it was a very good life I think, but I really don't remember much of it, so you will prettyplease forgive me if it's a rather poor account of living, though then again, maybe it was a pretty boring, dreary, drab, blissfully irrelevant life, but we always gotta be optimistic, right, yeah, so here's the story: I was born, though I don't really remember the details, and my mother is dead so you can't ask her, and my father is probably dead, or deserves to be dead, or someone wants him to be dead, or is old and gray which isSliver of Life
Of a World, New and CrazedImagine a bird – no, forgive me, don't simply imagine it: be it. The bird must be tattered and shattered, rattling its ugly beak and flapping scarlet wings. It is not of the sky. Why, you ask? Because the sky does not belong to him anymore. As such, it flies – you fly – towards the stars, bursting through the clouds and away into space. You are not a very brave specimen, more foul than fowl. Your singular opportunity is to glimpse the world for everything it is. Think of lovely things, like the sea and sunshine.Of a World, New and Crazed
(Please don't ask yourself why you have fled from the world, as it is enough to know that you have done just that.) &n
MarioGuy VS UrbanOutlaw86, 2UrbanOutlaw86 —MarioGuy VS UrbanOutlaw86, 2
°Cacophony of Dreams°
Never before had the shadows seemed quite so alluring. Not quite gray, though not entirely black, this particular veil of darkness was something other than a shadow. Gliding through shadow's lacy embrace, Grendel knew that she was staring at him—he was glancing right back. While in the child’s gloomy playhouse of parlor tricks, something else managed to prick Grendel’s interest. It was almost like a sonata, the way they wept in lament, though it wasn’t quite the variety of orchestra he was accustomed to. While pondering the nature of this grievous song, Grendel stepped out of his
the suggestive nature of toastThe suggestive nature of toasters.the suggestive nature of toast
I just want to put my bread into it one more time. I’m not worried about breaking it. It’s what it was put on
this earth to do. To please me in
every possible way. I push the toast
down in it ever so gently, but now harder as I gain more confididence. It loves it. I can see the toast beginning to harden, to get darker. I want to
be that toast. I want to be in the
confined darkness of that toaster slowly getting warmed up. Its red
gl
Oh snap 200 pageviews wtf!?
AlTeRnAtE cApS cHeErS!
Do I win something!?
I hate everypeople! I love hate! So I love everypeople hating love! Which is loving hate, so I like hating love and loving hate and people who hate love which is a lovely hate LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!11!1!!1!1
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I hope this works xD
Party!
And whose here to congratulate you? Nobody but Marcus
I think he's going to be focusing on his livejournal account, but I'm not entirely positive.
And you never reply to my comments/check my deviations anyway, so I don't see the use of even typing this.
Oh well.
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I believe that if life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade. . .
. . .and then find someone whose life has given them vodka, and throw a party.
He promised he would put his soul/sole story here once he finishes, and, if you notice, here has more stuff than his live journal, and his live journal has like...two stories, both of which are on here.
Will you check my deviations? I never get any comments from anyone anymore ._.
I feel lonely xD
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I believe that if life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade. . .
. . .and then find someone whose life has given them vodka, and throw a party.
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