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EternityPurgatory carries a price, one only fulfilled from within my soul. A limbo between paradise and pain, when sometimes I feel the two interwine. A man with a face like a Saint, but a heart so vile it boils its own blood. Upon his soapbox, we've come to listen. Arms raised high acommpanied by the chants of the devout.
A ritual of sorts, as if repeating what we do not know grants forgiveness. Years of love have returned nothing but a blind eye to my affection. It haunts my thoughts like a ghost, but no longer translucent. As we sin more, we chant more, we pray harder, we dance for devot Eternity
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Outlook RhinoplastyDried up and dire, full of ambition and desire. As long as the day becomes, is more time in the sun. Six months without your smile, and fifteen days seems like awhile. One day soon, I'll awake to your messy hair, tangled in my pillow. And perhaps some tasty steaks cooked on my grill-o. I can never find the way to rhyme what I truly feel. You're beautiful and I can't wait for my honeybee to once again bring her short self back into my arms :V Outlook Rhinoplasty
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The MirrorIt would appear to me in this day of age, being a non-conformist isn't truly all that unique. So long ago in my youth I had strived to be different, not that weird sort of spazzy different, but a trend-setter if you would call it that.
Sadly I feel that may have been a mistake, I'm not really a trend-setter, no Calvin Klein am I. Though now in my older years I do sit around in my underwear for days at a time, perhaps I am like Calvin Klein, perhaps I am a non-conformist, perhaps it's just creepy I sit around in my underwear with the blinds open for all to see.
But who are you to judge me! & The Mirror
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The EyeSecurity found in the hierarchy of command, like a flock we follow the leader. In bland formation ofno real purpose, we toil and work for the greater good. Under speculation and the eye of authority, procede with caution. While some of us climb the ranks, so many remain sheep. A calm storm turns to deadly waters, the hull meets wave and we find chaos. Panic and screams and shattered dreams as we rush for the sides. What takes prescedence when the women and children do not exist. The eye of the storm reveals who is truly secure in their position. I've come to understand the problems of the totem The Eye
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Wed Apr 8, 2009, 6:43 AM

Listening to: It's a Plague - Progress in Color
Reading: This thingy
Watching: Nothing
Playing: Imperian
Eating: A cigarette
Drinking: Mountain Dew

It's been awhile since I actively chronicalled my enthralling life.
Obviously I've been extremely busy, I haven't updated this since July.

Actually I just didn't have anything interesting happen.

I've stepped away from my more morbid side, "poetically" of course if you'd call it that. Though my attempts at things more light and I suppose comedic seem to be less fulfulling. Perhaps it's a bad sign I feel good about the morbid things I write, I don't know if you'd consider that emo or goth or whatever scene is hip these days, I think those involve hating the things you do and turning the lights off.

Who knows, I'm content where I am now, I don't write nearly as much but when I do I smile about what I write because it means a lot to me, though I suppose I'll never fully withdraw from my apocalyptic fascination.

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