Nightminds
ContentEven if I did, my writing has all but evaporated. I'm trying to get back into it, but it's hard. That said, as soon as something decent comes out, I'll post.
Thanks to those of you sticking around!
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Prologue - PhrenocracyHartford, CT 1896Prologue - Phrenocracy
Sitting in a dank pile of underbrush was in no way an ideal situation for Edmond. Unfortunately, however, it was necessary.
Sighing impatiently, he adjusted his position. He resolved that, after tonight, he would begin luring his meals to him instead of going to them. As he mulled over various ways to achieve such a goal, his thoughts were interrupted by the nudge of the presence of someone else's mind.
Edmond smiled--an expression that, had a woman been around to see, would have immediately garnered her trust. Gracefully he lifted himself to his feet. With his mind, he nudged th
by ~spiker17
Better BrokenI have a clock, a grandfather clock.Better Broken
It's old, really old, but it runs like new. It shines like the sun, it chimes every hour-- --you could even set your watch by it.
I hate my clock.
Now, I didn't always hate it so; my clock used to be broken, see.
The hands on it's face would jump and twirl; forward one hour, backward three. The chime was sweeter then, as if my pretty, broken clock was saying, &
by ~spiker17
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Kinds of LoveYou passed me a note in the shape of a heart And covered in red Asking me a queston I had to say yes to - Under neon lights Standing in puddles of gasoline This isn't the kind of love in movies But I paid for a happy ending - Our names on the wall On Heart-shaped pieces of paper Was it considered stealing If we just traded ours? - You gave me back My black T-shirt But I tore it apart Don't be fooled, I still love you - I painted and painted Wrote songs about you And I can't help but think This would work beKinds of Love
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on colors and consumptionI'm planning a tour with your ghost. East coast to west, chasing breath. The hot press, and sweet sweat, of beginnings. Eyes brimming. A promise nestled between oceans.on colors and consumption
A soul. art - fresh ventricles upon black veins; Red fields birthing our hearts of the same salt. Yet separate. I see in a memory your reflection in the sea - both sea's -- you; me -- A shadow of your soul of your ghost. Some parting word manifest in my belief.
Catch me in the catacombs and you, the oubliette, escape your
by *YouInventedMe
HeartbeatConsider decadence, consider decay In all of it’s glory. Consider persistence, consider the everlastingHeartbeat
Be confident in the existence of these concepts. Believe them to be one and the same
For decadence is decay, And persistence, everlasting.
Decadence The loss of walls around the heart, sheet rock cracking, paint peeling, It's chipped. Hands move along picking revealing such an oddity this small thing
pump pump lub dub lub dub It sings bidi bidi bom bom aglow with love shimmer, sparkle pump pump &
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- Email: play_replay_500@hotmail.com
- AIM: hightoxicity
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- Yahoo: high_toxicity10
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Wit + Sarcasm X Misanthropy2 - Amiability + Charm =SorrowBurn
"And when it all came crashin' down, I became withdrawn and the only thing I knew how to do is to keep on keepin' on."
R.Z.
I'm trying.
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. - Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
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"I have better things to do than stand here listening to you quote yourself." ~John Adams, 1776 (movie)
Your photos so far are pretty nice. Keep taking pictures!
And tell Mindy not to make such silly faces. o:
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. - Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
xo!
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. - Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. - Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
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