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Feel good thoughts

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Feel good thoughts

Fields ablaze with the morning sun, cast aside for my greed's pollution. I sell myself for smiles and love, never to find that perfect dove. The one who looks and truly sees, my aching heart, screaming please. A thought flickers and grows to flame, my mind burns, my body much the same. When will that angel tell me "No, you are you and rightfully so. In the chaos, fear, anger and pain, lies beauty, kindness, so much to gain. Raise your head and see as I see, a painting so stunning, it deserves to be."
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Choice

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Choice

"So, are you done thinking?" The sentence came through, but the meaning didn't. "It's simple realy, one of the two, it doesn't matter, just pick" Of course it was simple, it was the easiest choice you could imagine, both would end in a similar fashion so why the doubt right? At least, that's what I thought, but my mind was in turmoil, it didn't want to make this choice, it wanted to take secret option number three, but that just wasn't possible. "I-" My thoughts went blank as my heart increased it's beats per minute. "I choose option one, please." Why did I say please? Like I wanted option one to happen, like it was something I very muc
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An angel's curse

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An angel's curse

"Excuse me sir! Sir!" The woman ran towards me, in her hands something wrapped in a sheet. Great, another one, I thought to myself as the woman came to a grinding halt right in front of my feet. "Sir, I beg you, you must help me, I-I don't know where else to turn to." Tears started to form not just in her eyes, but in mine aswell, as I caught a glimpse of what was hidden inside the sheet. A child, blue and purple, dead for quite a while now, the disformed heap of what used to be human wasn't a pleasant sight. "Jeezes woman, get that thing away from me!" I yelled, shielding my eyes with my right hand while gesturing her away with the oth
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Entertainment for the wicked

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Entertainment for the wicked

"falling gifts from outer life inside the outer box lifted from pain by death and love but not for itself, the grey zone falsly accused the mistress of marking the tomb with a cold butter knife which caused us all to fall and flee into the arms of our unknown foster pets." The words he spoke were nonsense, every moron would've seen that, the man was clearly delusional, crazy, completely out of wack and a danger to himself and everyone around him. But still, I couldn't help myself but listen to the wonderous tales he had to offer, listening to him was like jumping into the rabit hole while on acid. "That's great Mark, but what happen
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Garbage

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Garbage

"You can be anything you want" she said the day I left, a little encouragment for the journey I was about to embark on. At least, that's what she thought she said, what I heard wasn't nearly as good as that, what I heard was neither a wish for luck or an advice for the future, it was an insult thrown on the pile of abuse I had already lived through. Father was just a bag of nothing, lying there, sating his thirst with fluids of questionable origin. We didn't talk, whenever we exchanged words it wasn't a conversation, it was him shouting and me crying, I was nothing to him and I would stay nothing, just a pile of animated garbage, ready
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S.I.L.E.N.C.E.

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S.I.L.E.N.C.E.

Show me, is there ever anything more to say then nothing? Is the silence better broken with music or laughter? Listen to it and hear it's beauty and wonder. Eliminate the noise of anger and fear, Not with a yell and a scream or angry words. Curse not your foe but sooth him. Enlighten his thoughts with the sound of emptyness.
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An ode to the doctor

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An ode to the doctor

Do you not see? Time, with all it's curves and endless beauty, A tree with branches, each it's own fruit. Seeing all those paths and ends is such a hoot. Cause how can you tell if I'm late or not, if in so many cases, "on time" is what you've got. This wibbly wobbly timey wimey isn't too much, when you see the options, splits, ends and such. So step in my box and allow me to show, The dangers and horrors of the universe below.
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Contamination

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Contamination

A chair filled, a desk forgotten, this is my place, my destiny, to sit here with envy and anger as lifes pass by, surrounding me with their existence, suffocating an already buried mind, gasping for some much needed air. Must this be where I am? Alone yet surrounded by others, chained to a treadmill by myself, moving forward but staying in the same place at all times unable to break the shackles I strap on myself ever so tightly. I am just a contamination in the body of the world, trying to take it's piece to survive but constantly stricken down, just an unwanted contaminent in a harsh environment.
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Feel good thoughts

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Feel good thoughts

Fields ablaze with the morning sun, cast aside for my greed's pollution. I sell myself for smiles and love, never to find that perfect dove. The one who looks and truly sees, my aching heart, screaming please. A thought flickers and grows to flame, my mind burns, my body much the same. When will that angel tell me "No, you are you and rightfully so. In the chaos, fear, anger and pain, lies beauty, kindness, so much to gain. Raise your head and see as I see, a painting so stunning, it deserves to be."
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Choice

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Choice

"So, are you done thinking?" The sentence came through, but the meaning didn't. "It's simple realy, one of the two, it doesn't matter, just pick" Of course it was simple, it was the easiest choice you could imagine, both would end in a similar fashion so why the doubt right? At least, that's what I thought, but my mind was in turmoil, it didn't want to make this choice, it wanted to take secret option number three, but that just wasn't possible. "I-" My thoughts went blank as my heart increased it's beats per minute. "I choose option one, please." Why did I say please? Like I wanted option one to happen, like it was something I very muc
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An angel's curse

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An angel's curse

"Excuse me sir! Sir!" The woman ran towards me, in her hands something wrapped in a sheet. Great, another one, I thought to myself as the woman came to a grinding halt right in front of my feet. "Sir, I beg you, you must help me, I-I don't know where else to turn to." Tears started to form not just in her eyes, but in mine aswell, as I caught a glimpse of what was hidden inside the sheet. A child, blue and purple, dead for quite a while now, the disformed heap of what used to be human wasn't a pleasant sight. "Jeezes woman, get that thing away from me!" I yelled, shielding my eyes with my right hand while gesturing her away with the oth
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Entertainment for the wicked

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Entertainment for the wicked

"falling gifts from outer life inside the outer box lifted from pain by death and love but not for itself, the grey zone falsly accused the mistress of marking the tomb with a cold butter knife which caused us all to fall and flee into the arms of our unknown foster pets." The words he spoke were nonsense, every moron would've seen that, the man was clearly delusional, crazy, completely out of wack and a danger to himself and everyone around him. But still, I couldn't help myself but listen to the wonderous tales he had to offer, listening to him was like jumping into the rabit hole while on acid. "That's great Mark, but what happen
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Garbage

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Garbage

"You can be anything you want" she said the day I left, a little encouragment for the journey I was about to embark on. At least, that's what she thought she said, what I heard wasn't nearly as good as that, what I heard was neither a wish for luck or an advice for the future, it was an insult thrown on the pile of abuse I had already lived through. Father was just a bag of nothing, lying there, sating his thirst with fluids of questionable origin. We didn't talk, whenever we exchanged words it wasn't a conversation, it was him shouting and me crying, I was nothing to him and I would stay nothing, just a pile of animated garbage, ready
19Comments

S.I.L.E.N.C.E.

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S.I.L.E.N.C.E.

Show me, is there ever anything more to say then nothing? Is the silence better broken with music or laughter? Listen to it and hear it's beauty and wonder. Eliminate the noise of anger and fear, Not with a yell and a scream or angry words. Curse not your foe but sooth him. Enlighten his thoughts with the sound of emptyness.
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An ode to the doctor

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An ode to the doctor

Do you not see? Time, with all it's curves and endless beauty, A tree with branches, each it's own fruit. Seeing all those paths and ends is such a hoot. Cause how can you tell if I'm late or not, if in so many cases, "on time" is what you've got. This wibbly wobbly timey wimey isn't too much, when you see the options, splits, ends and such. So step in my box and allow me to show, The dangers and horrors of the universe below.
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Contamination

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Contamination

A chair filled, a desk forgotten, this is my place, my destiny, to sit here with envy and anger as lifes pass by, surrounding me with their existence, suffocating an already buried mind, gasping for some much needed air. Must this be where I am? Alone yet surrounded by others, chained to a treadmill by myself, moving forward but staying in the same place at all times unable to break the shackles I strap on myself ever so tightly. I am just a contamination in the body of the world, trying to take it's piece to survive but constantly stricken down, just an unwanted contaminent in a harsh environment.
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Spotlight

Horology

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Horology

24:00   A man, lying dead in the street. 23:00   A man, getting stabbed in his chest. 22:00   A man, refusing to give his money. 21:00   A man, threatened by a 17 year old criminal. 20:00   A man, on his way to his homely loneliness. 19:00   A man, coming out the doorway of a Tobacconist. 18:00   A man, buying a pack of cigarettes. 17:00   A man, entering a tobacconist and is greeted with a welcoming "Told you so". 16:00   A man, tearing off his nicotine patch and throwing his gum away. 15:00 
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A simple boy, trying to warm people's hearths through either a kind word or an interesting
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If you need someone to cheer you up or just have a nice chat, don't hesitate to leave a
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Favourite Movies
Wall-e, Watchmen, Final Fantasy VII: Advent children, The king's speech, mr. Nobody
Favourite TV Shows
Warehouse 13, Big Bang theory, Monty Python's flying circus, doctor who
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Rise Against, social disturbance, coldplay
Favourite Books
de trein der traagheid
Favourite Games
portal 2, mass effect 2, Bastion, Half-Life 2, Team Fortress 2, the Fallout series
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC, PSP, PS3
Tools of the Trade
PC
Other Interests
writing, video game developing

New project, your input please

New project, your input please

Well, project "zork-stuck" fell flat pretty hard, I couldn't find the right people to RP with and my tumblr received little to no attention, so I gave up on it. But now, I have a new Idea that I would want to work out but I'm not quite sure how yet. My idea is to write a "fighting fantasy" style story where the reader can make choices and battle using a system I haven't fully worked out yet. Now, I am between two choices for it at the moment, either I'll make it like a "fighting fantasy" book and upload everything when it's done, or, I'll first write the beginning, then offer a couple choices and I will base the following part on whichever c
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Tumblr: Zork-Stuck

Tumblr: Zork-Stuck

Well, it's finally happened, I made a tumblr. It's called Zork-Stuck, I'll be post text adventure roleplays on there and soon I'll be taking commands and input so if you're interested in maybe contributing, be sure to follow me ;) http://zork-stuck.tumblr.com/
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I'm a wreck

I'm a wreck

These last couple weeks have been the worst in my life, I've slowly lost all control over my thoughts, I can't stop but think about all the shit that happened, all the shit that might happen and how everything just keeps getting worse. I just don't know what to do anymore, I can't think, I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything anymore. I feel like a failure, like all I do is just worth nothing. And I am so fucking sick and tired of being told that I keep making excuses, that I need to get my life in gear, that I'm on the wrong track, that I need to man up, that it's not all that bad, that I need to do this, that I need to do that, FU
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C3POwnHobbyist Writer

A friendly reminder from a different account then the one that sent the previous message. Stop this bs.

C3POwnHobbyist Writer

Thanks for the "We hate spam messages, so we made our own spam message! BS.

KredriProfessional Artist
Thank you.
C3POwnHobbyist Writer
You're welcome! But may I ask, for what exactly?
KredriProfessional Artist
For adding to watchlist.