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Absurdity expressedWith my pen, I carve out the borders of consciousness. / From the emptiness and out of the darkness, I draw her figure. / As complicated and convoluted as it is.
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Jun 30, 2010
Silent SolitudeI am kept sane by the sincerity of silent solitude. / Neutrality needs nothing new, / needs no needle or nidus.
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Jun 25, 2010
Break meOur mind is an engine and emotion is but its fuel. / He who succumbs to polarity I dub a fool. / A blank face and a heavy heart make me anything but cruel.
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Jun 25, 2010
RhinestoneYour rhinestone eyes are like factories far away. / and I chase them deep into our red sky. / the hunt will change me and twist me like I was made of clay.
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Jun 25, 2010
FlyFly little birds, fly. / Rest your little feet and take to the sky. / Our land is dry and your kin we fry.
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Jun 25, 2010
Fragment - The seeker of knowledgeThe seeker of knowledge approaches his ignorance as he would a lover; with a sadistic appetite and a hunger for the slow and systematic infliction of pain, delaying the moment of ****** for as long as his stamina allows. And when he finally reaches it, he holds tight to his ignorance, much like a lover squeezes his mate, and crushes its very body, then drains it to the very last drop. / After the couple are done with their age old ritual, only the seeker remains while he ignorance does not, but what is such a creature to do without a mate? For the seeker, abstinence from such brutality is a fate worse than debility, it rots his soul and consumes his body. He must now start a new search for yet another lover, a new ignorance, to court patiently and later savor sadistically with all his thirst for continuity.
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Jun 23, 2010
ChaosChaos, oh Chaos / May you bloom in the midst of summer / As a carnivorous flower
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Jun 23, 2010
answers (incomplete)And tell you I shall... / Of boundaries I wish not to speak / for all boundaries are sins
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Jun 21, 2010
to bingeTo binge / is to make your mind flinch / as if it stands on the pitch
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Jun 21, 2010
work in progressThe road marched on, / beside a beach it ran. / Hailing the sea and heeding its groan.
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Jun 16, 2010
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