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Devious Journal Entryok all ive been saying it fer a while now but i finally made plans. im driving across country from california to georgia in october. i plan on stopping to visit people in both directions. ive never done a road trip like this before. so im looking for so advice as well as if anyone here wants to meet me shoot me a note an ill see if i can work you into the rout. im visiting my sister but it would be a waste of a trip if thats all i do then id be better off flying. i may go as far north as rhode island depending on the weather. im open for suggestions on stops. if there is someplace along the way that you would recomend like national parks or anything else worth visiting.Devious Journal Entry in Personal More Like This
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merced, caliornia
agusta, georgia.
Richmond, va
gettysburg, pennsylvania
rhode island
flint, mi
Milwaukee, wisconsin
denver, colorado
merced, california
HumanHuman: Does life have a purpose?Human in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
No.. Life has no purpose. It is only what you make it to be, and the events that happen.
Human: But! I need a purpose! How can I go on with out something to live for!?
Then give it a purpose. Find something to live for. Doctors, mothers,lovers.. They do it every day. Conciously or not.
Human: ... I hate doctors, my mother is dead, and I don't even have a lover! I am.. Alone. I have nothing to live for, and still no purpose.
Heh... Foolish man. Foolish you are.
Human: What?! How am 'I' Foolish? I am not stupid!
Human: Hey! .. I'm talking to you! Answer me!
Human: I said answer me! Answer me now!
Human
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One more, one less…
One more sorrow to the books
One more ghost to our list.
One less to make a difference
One less smiling face
One more defiled grave
Thrown to the mercy of unmerciful kids.
One more grieving cry.
One less to share
One less to hold and love
One more, one less
Another death to the papers
Suicide is the conviction
A victim of a broken heart.
One more bouquet of plastic flowers
One more body to decay
One less friend, father, brother, uncle, grand father
One less mother, sister, aunt, Grand mother, child
One more tragedy.
One more, on
NaturalTo man's natural position -Natural in Free Verse More Like This
I imagined it
spread in tall grass,
level with things the earth gives
below things of the sky and heaven.
Civilized man, great lawmaker -
why do you feel comfort
in the coolness of plantlife,
cushions of greenery
against your skin?
Lost man,
to love the earth that much
and never to praise your gods for it!
I walked the seashore at night
between shattered glass
and broken, trampled seahomes.
Stones cut into my feet,
small sharp stones
because there were no soft spots
left in the sand.
Had I walked too far
for my friends to reach me?
The tide came up
and washed my feet,
roaring and frighteni
Thoughts and LoveHold me against youThoughts and Love in Free Verse More Like This
where excitement has never reached.
I hurt there too -
where love touches
and presses us together,
closer to the center
of all sounds.
I will find more
than lost evenings
and felt flowers.
I promise my life
if I can find more
than your warm hand
ready to catch my tears.
Drink deeply
what tastes of love,
painfully searching like I am
a potion for peace.
Vampire - A Working Title I am a monster. I drink blood, Human blood, preferably warm, but bagged and in a bank will do in a pinch. A few things you should know about me, before this conversation goes much further. I like women, all women, I find them quite attractive. I will kill you before the sun rises. I will tell you only what I want to, and as you are quite beautiful, I am going to make you a monster.Vampire - A Working Title in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Now… where to start… I was turned in the old country, far from this city. My master was a beautiful Prussian slave in a London manor. My first Victims were my sister and her family. Now, don't look so disgusted, I was in a feeding Frenzy. Ah, you did
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ForgottenThere once was something there to look forward to.Forgotten in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Some reason that we were what we were,
Something in the darkness that called out to us.
It made us want that Nightlight.
Made us crave the day.
There was once something to look into.
Someone who kept all your secrets,
Eyes wiser than the plastic gave way.
It knew everything.
Made us Crave the creature comfort.
There was once something to talk about.
Something to say to the world,
Inside the bottle on the nightstand.
That message has now faded into nothing,
And we stand looking on
unable to say what i
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