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Nothing Isn't Everything

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Nothing Isn't Everything

I would rage to care. Can't be bothered. A dim blank stare, you are welcome. I think my foot is leaking. There are prints behind me. I think there is someone speaking. Voices only seek to annoy me. What filled that which is now a void? What complied, multiplied and died? Who cares? I can't. A nothing with a no one rant. O pity? That's still there. Still a human...despair. I have begged again and again for metal. But I still cook my own dinner. Look let us not be cryptic. The world has never flipped shit. Sameness abounds no matter the change. Is it wrong to think of strange? Again it comes to effort. Have you seen mine?

Dirt on Dirt

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Dirt on Dirt

My pinnacle of stone. Never represented you right. Left turns down the road. Down the road I forgot. Don't listen to the old man rambling in the wind a western living life let the old man through. Some trick of the old mans eyes let the past of plastic last electric lies lest lesser loans lose green in the gold. Look around sit down on the ground it all around it a sound you ignore. The plant has leaves they never fall off. So much love in the veins it will never stop. Sit the guitar down. Everyone else goes to bed. Just because you sit by yourself doesn't mean the world went to rest. Sew the stitch closed. Candy can

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BackToTheBasics_BacktotheFutur

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BackToTheBasics_BacktotheFutur

Spit the perverse sit back and curse when you're driving reverse expect the worst. the Delorian came first then Marty got versed, jumped in headfirst, and from his mother was nursed. now his father was coerced from Biff who had a thirst to put McFly in a hearse everytime they would converse. at the dance Marty played a burst of the song he had rehearsed became completely immersed and the crowd wanted reimbursed. his father heard a curse punched Biff for the first Marty sees' his mothers lips pursed and saved the universe.

Resurrect, Protect, Praise.

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Resurrect, Protect, Praise.

Bit by byte I become translucent in sunlight and the birds stop calling my name. The cathode flashes heart beat as my body loses heat and only the anonymity hides my shame. Aching eyes transfixed on the glowing prize tells the story of a soul that never tries, and the world is none the wiser. Broken joints at the seams from clicking through my dreams and the feelings of importance expire. Modern man declares a war on my only cares, I hardly care about my own affairs, and addictions become a lifestyle. When only you understand you have the only helping hand and the only thing to show is a file. Unto itself this shows the plea

My heart bleeds EmoPunkPop

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My heart bleeds EmoPunkPop

Remember back when music was good? Well now theres lameness where rock once stood. Taking back the industry, singing in british drawls like an Oasis Wonderwall but without the balls. You know why we exist? It only costs ten dollars to produce it. We're sticking it to the man without having anything to stick it with. When the execs had money and rock was full blown and life was all sex and drugs on which we were grown we were in garages because thats where we belong but now theyre out of money and singing a different song. They want the next Green Day but without the cock, and your band is cheap enough to save our stock we cant af

The One To Love Forever

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The One To Love Forever

When such beauty has graced an eye, the lack of it can make one cry. Long to look and fragile to touch, the one to love forever. Flower of the orchid, sweet, standing bright in a field of wheat. Others wilted in comparison, the one to love forever. The canaries plead for her to near, while crows sit back and draw a tear. What others always long to be, the one to love forever. Skies open and the rain is her blessing, the wind of love a subtle caressing. The nectar of life, how great it is to have, the one to love forever.

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Nothing Isn't Everything

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Nothing Isn't Everything

I would rage to care. Can't be bothered. A dim blank stare, you are welcome. I think my foot is leaking. There are prints behind me. I think there is someone speaking. Voices only seek to annoy me. What filled that which is now a void? What complied, multiplied and died? Who cares? I can't. A nothing with a no one rant. O pity? That's still there. Still a human...despair. I have begged again and again for metal. But I still cook my own dinner. Look let us not be cryptic. The world has never flipped shit. Sameness abounds no matter the change. Is it wrong to think of strange? Again it comes to effort. Have you seen mine?

Dirt on Dirt

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Dirt on Dirt

My pinnacle of stone. Never represented you right. Left turns down the road. Down the road I forgot. Don't listen to the old man rambling in the wind a western living life let the old man through. Some trick of the old mans eyes let the past of plastic last electric lies lest lesser loans lose green in the gold. Look around sit down on the ground it all around it a sound you ignore. The plant has leaves they never fall off. So much love in the veins it will never stop. Sit the guitar down. Everyone else goes to bed. Just because you sit by yourself doesn't mean the world went to rest. Sew the stitch closed. Candy can

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  • Sep 11
  • United States
  • Deviant for 15 years
  • He / Him
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My Bio
Current Residence: Chicago, IL
Operating System: Windows XP in classic mode
Favorite cartoon character: Captain Murphy from Sealab 2021, with Harvey Birdman a very close 2nd.

Favourite Visual Artist
anyone that auctually puts effort and understands what they are doing on here...so very few.
Favourite Movies
The Big Lebowski/Gangs of New York
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Bowie, NIN, Manson, QOTSA, SOAD.
Favourite Writers
T. S. Eliot
Favourite Games
TF2,HL2, CS:S--w/ a minor in Morrowind, Deus Ex, Arcanum,Diablo 2, RoN, Civ 4
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC Gaming is the only real gaming....well besides DS.
Tools of the Trade
PS 7.0, Wacom Graphire3 Tablet,Fujifilm Finepix A210, my twisted self.
Other Interests
the computer is a bright light

How many wagons does a tongue must lick?

How many wagons does a tongue must lick?

What is the point when it doesn't even register? I'm standing at the register. Registered. Purchased and unmeasured. Measured to a ticking that says I'm unfettered. Completely unpleasured. Hoping that I get released from a release that is uninterested. I'm slowly dripping my past in between my toes. Oil squishing. Messy. I shouldn't throw. Up was the first choice I ever knew. Down was the second choice I've only been through. A tiny dot. My dot is this dot. Lots of dots. There is no dot. No thought that was never thought. No dot that was never this dot. Or thought. A combination of dots. Who would have thought? Pointless and

The Choices

The Choices

It don't hurt nobody. When it hurt nobody. But nobody hurt? Since settling in the basic and breathing the unfiltered air I became a Doctor of myself unaccredited but more aware. Assigning lines to read by, written by myself. Trust what you are given and you can have whatever's left. Missing a little mess up and cleaner than a bishop. Smile out the side and wink at the knowing mix up. Suns sacred shining sitrep, showing sixes shambling smashed up, smoldering senses, since slip up. Sentences stumbling summoning scriptures. Sitting sullen, sidewalk schoolers, salivating suspect sutures. Supporting scrambled synapses, supple

Fear of the Day

Fear of the Day

There is wind. It feels cool compared to there being no wind. When it passes I want more. I do not fear that the wind will stop. There is noise. I hear the vehicles driving by. Their rumbling comes and goes. Some quiet. Some loud. All activity. I do not fear that the noise will stop. I have legs. They are bent but they do not cause me pain. They work accordingly and are maintained. I do not fear my legs will stop. A bird chirped. Completely threw me off of the path I was going down. It was like the wind but colder. I do fear that the birds chirping will stop. There is still work to be done.

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Thanks for the watch, love!
Wait... Did I say "love?" :blushes: Meant "mate!" I'm so used to talking to ladies that I say "love" on impulse! My mistake!