

At The End of the WorldSo how long have we known each other, Robot Steve? Why do you ask? Is there any particular reason that I shouldnt? Should there be? If I knew that, would I be asking you? Wouldnt you still ask me, though? Where do you get off, assuming things like that? Where do you- get off, getting off on me assuming? Did you just rephrase what I just said, but in a much more idiotic way? What if I did? Do you think yourself clever? AAt The End of the World


DescentAnother sleepless night rears up and bucks you out the saddle of your nightmare. The sickly phosphorous of the flatscreen only serves to highlight your severe Vitamin D-ficiency. Veins show blue and purple, some red, through the paper-thin sheets of skin. Your knuckles bulge and tendons crawl below the surface as you flex your fingers in a rhythmic dance thats supposed to elicit some meaning from insomnia. In the background, Cranberries sing about zombies, and that may well be whats in your head. What is wrong with you?Descent
You feverdreamt again last night. A little girl in the family trade of a castellan stuck in her bed


Gateway DrugsAs I verge on the chapped and craggy lips of this volcanic precipice, or rather, as I am being verged above this sulfur spewing forge of the gods, I cant help the overwhelming desire to reflect. It is Friday again and there I am, gloriously nude on the couch, ass imprinted with the zigzags of the old war-blanket encased cushions, and Im eating some soy nuts, barbecue style, and Im suffering from hay fever. From within the bathroom, the only divider in that apartment not made from a centuries old four foot thick brick fireplace, comes wafting the unmistakable scent of my rent going up in smoke. Always the dGateway Drugs


Name the Never WasYou said Id never botherName the Never Was
to write about her, about this, this girl with a name made and born
slipping, like a swift smirk off lips pursed by reality, Deaths hot breath down your neck,
making you beg, like her name, for forgiveness flicked upwind our hubris, arrogance in our better times.
We were always dead here, but we never had the guts to suggest it and wipe that sucrose-sweet rictus off pretty little faces too used to smiling
through the rot. And Hope died here too. She said Id n
Keep up the good work.
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For brilliance is your catharsis,a kaleidoscope of enigmas.
"Temple of Isis - Flash Video" [link]
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玉
Is it my great taste in art?
Or just your gratitude for being recognized by Moi,the famous art critic?
in my opinion, you should be thanking yourself,for making something as fun to read and as vivid to imagine as the Sandman piece.
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Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas.
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Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.
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Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas.
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"I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it!"
~Sherrasama~
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b.a.t.a.l.e.i.g.h
Nihil curo de ista tua stulta superstitione!
"Following one's central passion is truly the only right way to live one's life. Anything else is just time misspent" -~amnesiacoffury
Soon.
I might come back soon.
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b.a.t.a.l.e.i.g.h
Nihil curo de ista tua stulta superstitione!
"Following one's central passion is truly the only right way to live one's life. Anything else is just time misspent" -~amnesiacoffury
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