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CheerfulNot much to say cept I wish I didn't name my account what its named ... just a silly phase I went through *rolls eyes in frustration* lol errm still I like to walk on the darker side of life LOVE metal and write poetry as you can see  cheers peace love m/ |
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From the Journal of a CynicHe held her hand in the shadows, in a nanosecond of half-crazed lust. She didn't notice, or if she did she attributed it to cheap champagne and a dash of almost evaporated romantic idealism.From the Journal of a Cynic
Funny how soul mates (if you'll pardon the expression) brush past each other, never questioning the way people shuffle in and out of each other's lives. Boy meets girl, girl meets boy, boy and girl fall in love, girl realizes boy is too boyish and dumps him for a married man who advertises men's cologne and has no time for his five and a half year old daughter.
Love. It's an almost invariable idiosyncracy in the genetic sequence
by =tina-go-lightly
The StreetsShe is a transformed beast at night. Her crooked streets, now rivers of gleaming darkness, the splash-lights of uneven- coloured traffic lights, greening neon. Now alleys, now the subterraneanThe Streets
life of creatures, scurrying, glinting in vague white moonlight. The clouds are not forgiving. Trees grow sideways and tarantula limbs press against your bare thigh. Wet roads sick with licking your feet. Vomit of sky. Freckling with the edge of red, the traffic light changes colour. From the roofs, slick with unknown moisture, the dripping tongues of moss caress the ba
by ~xabie
1000 Paper CranesI.1000 Paper Cranes
We whispered prayers into the corridors while I spoke into your ribcage, telling lies to our skeletons to help you understand.
you said they loved watching me wax poetic while I dripped candlelight into your hands.
we watched the dust motes cover our skin while I taught you how to fly. (you were always too afraid to fall and too afraid to land).
II.
It wasn't lovesongs we sang; it was half-forgotten hymns.
we never wanted to believe but you said ghosts exist without compassion, and with
by =methylated-spirit
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- Current Residence: My Mind
- Interests: poetry, art, listening to music etc...
- Favourite movie: pans labryinth, The number 23, resident evil,nightmare before christmas...many more
- Favourite band or musician: too many to fit here- nevermore,strapping young lad, lamb of god,opeth, death, DT,COF etc.
- Favourite genre of music: METAL
- Favourite artist: Tim burton,Jhonny Depp artists in their own way...he's brilliant
- Favourite poet or writer: edgar allen poe, oscar wilde...well quite a few cant rly name em all
- Favourite game: ... dont play much anymore though
- Personal Quote: ......
- MSN: angel_anya@hotmail.com
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Metal is my fucking life.
“I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things.”
'There's a pleasure in being mad that none but mad men know'
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Metal is my fucking life.
“I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things.”
'There's a pleasure in being mad that none but mad men know'
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Metal is my fucking life.
“I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things.”
'There's a pleasure in being mad that none but mad men know'
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If I promise not to kill you,can i have a hug?
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Metal is my fucking life.
“I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things.”
'There's a pleasure in being mad that none but mad men know'
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If I promise not to kill you,can i have a hug?
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