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Doors that openHidden in amongst the swathe of fraying cloth dishevelled form lies shakingDoors that open
in the corner of his mind
Creased and ageless features
frame a sadness that is song As frozen form awakens from a slumber known to none
Cracked and bleeding hands weave the story filled with yearning Nails chipped and blackened the testament to change
Faceless eyes are watching from the darkened moving masses Exchanged with fearful glances from the outcast of the pure
Ignorance marches forward leaving trail of blissful wreckage Stir
by ~Shrouded-Corruption
Cheshire GrinThought it was so funny, With your fucking cheshire grin. Spread of unintended change, Don't care either way.Cheshire Grin
Just don't get it do you? Too late to explain. Fucked beyond my comprehension Thought it was a game?
Its too far gone, Its happened now, Too late to change, Too late to see.
Thought it was a joke, But noone laughed but you. So maybe you were wrong? Guilt now enters into it.
Apology accepted? Won't tell you where that goes. &
by ~Shrouded-Corruption
From AboveWhite Fallen from calm skies Settles in the dust The blood-encrusted handsFrom Above
Waits silently Stark against the foreign pain
Corruption comes
White becomes a muddied surface Trodden by oppression Distorted by the screams
Ripped and torn White streaks on sodden ground Silent echoes from pure white suffering
Fading memories from above Thoughts of white Blue skies forgotten
Only knows of shame
Broken and dying Searching the skies Waiting for redemption Screaming for release &nb
by ~Shrouded-Corruption
TempestSpittle stains Once shining surface Rains uponTempest
the cleansing waters
Foam atop the muddied pools Mist descends
on stilled reflections
Gagging bile Frames glittered cresents of broken water
Yearning, hatred from despised Tears run rivulets from blood-shot eyes
Crimson splash on purest white Glitters through the haze like broken ornaments of thought
Self-loathing
for the inner-strength Perseverence for the inner weakness
Stilled reflections on my mind
by ~Shrouded-Corruption
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- Current Residence: A wet gumboot on a deserted isle sumwhere in the Carribean
- Interests: sleep, the price of tea in china, edible clothing,
- Favourite movie: Donnie Darko, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
- Favourite band or musician: The Killers, Motley Crue, The used, Python, Metallica, Funeral for a Friend, MCR, Pennywise, Saliva
- Favourite genre of music: punk, metal, obscene noises,im pretty much game 4 nething besides country...
- Favourite poet or writer: William Blake, Shakespeare, Victor Kelleher, Dr Seuss
- Operating System: snail power
- MP3 player of choice: i-pod...if i had one
- Shell of choice: Conch
- Skin of choice: U mean theres more than the one im born with?...
- Favourite game: Illegal Tic-Tac-Toe
- Favourite cartoon character: The Tick and The Flash
- Personal Quote: home james! and don't spare the horses.
- Tools of the Trade: haha....tool? as if u have to ask...i'm a guy.
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I haven't been on deviant art in ten months. Oh, how the time flies when you have a life.
/or at least pretend to/
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yuppies kill ghettos.
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"....or my own personal preference, which is 'The Committee for the Liberation and Integration of Terrifying Organisms and their Rehabilitation Into Society'. Erm, one drawback with that - the abbreviation is 'CLITORIS'."
-AJ Rimmer BSc
Nt that i make the effort to look at otha ppls stuff tho.
Theres an idea.
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Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most
Submit biatch!
Much better Will-o-man. *pats Will on the head*
I think I'll shave my head and start wearing a white surgeon's suit with gold rubber hot-pants.
Eehahaha. You think you can maim me? Oh, oh no I'm so offended, I'm going to go and cry and shut myself in my room for fear of being seen by other human beings after you tarnished my self esteem with that CRUSHING comment. You know I would kick your arse in a fight, you may be bigger but I'm knife friendly and ruthless enough to cut out you heart and feed it to some orphans while it's still beating.
Love and ponies!
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yuppies kill ghettos.
Good that u like them tho...
I think u should shut urself in ur room bt nt because of ur 'tarnished self esteem' bt because of ur proposed fashion sense 'gold rubber hotpants combined with a shaven head and surgeon suit' ? Thats gag inducing..
Mayb u should talk to chris...mr. fashion guru himself..
An i dnt think i can maim u...i kno i can maim u...biatch u gt nuthin on me...ur about as ruthless as a half drowned kitten...u wouldnt scare a sleeping baby let alone take its candy...And wat u mistook for 'Knife friendly' was really knife pity, its sad really. On the otha hand im ruthless enuf to kill the orphans and stuff their bloody entrails up ur 'kaiba pass' while making 6inch incisions in various parts of your body and allowing a toothless bum frm queen street mall to rub salt into them with his grime encrusted fingers while i sing 'for he's a jolly good fellow'
Adriane? Go home to mum...
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Anywho..
Im completly wit u on th bludgeoning idea tho...ive alwayz prefered an action packed stoning myself...or beating sumone into submission with an environmentally friendly organic carrot as they hung by their toenails from the ceiling of a large automobile...just a thought.
Enjoy...
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Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most
I like that carrot idea, helping the environment while dishing out vicious and sadistically slow deaths.
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yuppies kill ghettos.
Hehe, I gag at your music taste.
BRING ON THE PRETZEL, BIATCH! I just killed you with my dictionary... a fatal blow to the head. You know, I've always wanted to bludgeon someone, I mean not in an evil way or anything (
"Hey man, how was your weekend?"
"Pretty quiet, I worked mostly. You?"
"Oh the same, I also bludgeoned someone to death."
"Sweet."
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yuppies kill ghettos.
Which bare is witch?
Which witch is which?
Wheres a teacher when you need one?
Damn grammatical errors!
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Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most
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