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always with these fucking tears.

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always with these fucking tears.

grimy, greasy lifestyle, both in and out. picking, scritching, scratching at eighteen scars. mark it, mark up pocks of every fuck up. fuck it. stop with the vile cloud on the viral tongue and stop with the noxious bleeding from the grey. big words hide big pain.

emo poem #273

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emo poem #273

I am stuck in a perpetual cycle of my torrential emotions. in and out of insanity, melancholy, hyperactivity, and loathing rage like season and tides and when it rains, it destroys New Orleans. I take this anger out at the world, like a deprived teenager sick of not being mommy's sole attention, and in the process, I don't just hurt my loved ones - I slice their throats open and watch them bleed in my arms. and I don't want that. at all. I am a ticking grenade ready to fucking blow and I don't want others to die for my life. but if selfishness is half the battle, then I've already lost.

horror story.

h

horror story.

I am a monster. a werewolf to the rising moon, thirsting fragile skin in one hand and a bullet to the brain in the other. chain my broken wrists to the dungeon floor, so my gruesome paws cannot provoke their jagged claws into your throat. I am the abomination you never meant to create. electricity surging where blood once ran and fire to power the rage against me. yet following the most tragic of falls, I never asked for you to see the fear in my eyes and the monster in me.

12:05

12:05

perhaps it's a verse that I've tried before but it's left me with a feeling of wanting much more. maybe next time I'll try to supply or maybe next time I'll sleep with your eyes. lock unto me, intertwine with my hand. say that we couldn't; now I know that we can. one hit's not enough for this addiction to settle. mixed medication, and I've tasted you better. arms around arms and your heart against mine. with you here maybe I'd sleep better tonight.

beggers can't be choosers.

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beggers can't be choosers.

isn't the brevity of human contact so fascinating? out quicker than the flick of a lamp, cut off sooner than an ignored syllable, smashed to bits quicker than a preteen's bleeding heart. forget you. if all you want to be is another tally in my book, go right ahead. pull the trigger. but remember this little fact - you can never reverse that bullet. once laden into my skull, that's it. our kin is forever dead. you can't press the console's reset button with a misbegotten apology. the world just doesn't work that way. I've deleted your likes from my life before. what makes you any different?

weak in the mind.

w

weak in the mind.

it's pretty late. my eyes feel heavy, pulled down by sandbags from the Sandman. pour me another glass of reality. something's not right. it's like his presence hangs in the air like the smell of sour alcohol. my imagination feels bittersweet. this isn't right. he's not supposed to be here. his yellow eyes aren't supposed to be watching me. pretending he's the manifestation of my fucked-up semester and my drunken tiredness. expel, thee demon who sends chills up my spine. be gone from my false memory. be gone from my sacred room. there's red tick marks. scratched like teenage scars. they say it's late. they say to sleep. ma

kickin' the dry spell.

k

kickin' the dry spell.

am I supposed to lay here with my stomach out to Timbuktu? ew. trust me, kid. no one wants to see that shit. is it my fault I'm so unsightly? well, probably. 30 minutes at the gym plus 7 pounds of cake equals out to a negative equation. but then again, I'm an art major. just like my looks, math was never my strong point. is it my fault I'm not socially acceptable? I guess so. if my stomach shouldn't be shown on TV, it's probably too gross for a belly button ring. at least right up to the "trashy fat whore" line. and let's not get started on Seabiscuit dentures. I'm no where close to Hollywood Homely. the only nice thing about
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always with these fucking tears.

a

always with these fucking tears.

grimy, greasy lifestyle, both in and out. picking, scritching, scratching at eighteen scars. mark it, mark up pocks of every fuck up. fuck it. stop with the vile cloud on the viral tongue and stop with the noxious bleeding from the grey. big words hide big pain.

emo poem #273

e

emo poem #273

I am stuck in a perpetual cycle of my torrential emotions. in and out of insanity, melancholy, hyperactivity, and loathing rage like season and tides and when it rains, it destroys New Orleans. I take this anger out at the world, like a deprived teenager sick of not being mommy's sole attention, and in the process, I don't just hurt my loved ones - I slice their throats open and watch them bleed in my arms. and I don't want that. at all. I am a ticking grenade ready to fucking blow and I don't want others to die for my life. but if selfishness is half the battle, then I've already lost.

horror story.

h

horror story.

I am a monster. a werewolf to the rising moon, thirsting fragile skin in one hand and a bullet to the brain in the other. chain my broken wrists to the dungeon floor, so my gruesome paws cannot provoke their jagged claws into your throat. I am the abomination you never meant to create. electricity surging where blood once ran and fire to power the rage against me. yet following the most tragic of falls, I never asked for you to see the fear in my eyes and the monster in me.

12:05

12:05

perhaps it's a verse that I've tried before but it's left me with a feeling of wanting much more. maybe next time I'll try to supply or maybe next time I'll sleep with your eyes. lock unto me, intertwine with my hand. say that we couldn't; now I know that we can. one hit's not enough for this addiction to settle. mixed medication, and I've tasted you better. arms around arms and your heart against mine. with you here maybe I'd sleep better tonight.

beggers can't be choosers.

b

beggers can't be choosers.

isn't the brevity of human contact so fascinating? out quicker than the flick of a lamp, cut off sooner than an ignored syllable, smashed to bits quicker than a preteen's bleeding heart. forget you. if all you want to be is another tally in my book, go right ahead. pull the trigger. but remember this little fact - you can never reverse that bullet. once laden into my skull, that's it. our kin is forever dead. you can't press the console's reset button with a misbegotten apology. the world just doesn't work that way. I've deleted your likes from my life before. what makes you any different?

weak in the mind.

w

weak in the mind.

it's pretty late. my eyes feel heavy, pulled down by sandbags from the Sandman. pour me another glass of reality. something's not right. it's like his presence hangs in the air like the smell of sour alcohol. my imagination feels bittersweet. this isn't right. he's not supposed to be here. his yellow eyes aren't supposed to be watching me. pretending he's the manifestation of my fucked-up semester and my drunken tiredness. expel, thee demon who sends chills up my spine. be gone from my false memory. be gone from my sacred room. there's red tick marks. scratched like teenage scars. they say it's late. they say to sleep. ma

kickin' the dry spell.

k

kickin' the dry spell.

am I supposed to lay here with my stomach out to Timbuktu? ew. trust me, kid. no one wants to see that shit. is it my fault I'm so unsightly? well, probably. 30 minutes at the gym plus 7 pounds of cake equals out to a negative equation. but then again, I'm an art major. just like my looks, math was never my strong point. is it my fault I'm not socially acceptable? I guess so. if my stomach shouldn't be shown on TV, it's probably too gross for a belly button ring. at least right up to the "trashy fat whore" line. and let's not get started on Seabiscuit dentures. I'm no where close to Hollywood Homely. the only nice thing about

Plot Saver List

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Plot Saver List

1. Kill a main character. 2. Send your characters on a journey. 3. Have your characters lose an important item. 4. Have a character go crazy. 5. A volcano erupts nearby. 6. Your characters stumble on a key. 7. Your characters throw a man off a bridge. 8. Your character gets drunk. 9. Your character finds a lost child. 10. Your character is attacked by a bandit. 11. Your character develops a crush on someone. 12. Add a new character. 13. Your main character trips and breaks his/her arm. 14. Characters argue over milk. 15. Have a character say “I am afraid I have lost my watch” 16. Write a scene that takes place in a bo

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Current Residence: Montclair, NJ
Favourite genre of music: Alternative, Techno, J-Pop, J-Rock
Favourite style of art: Film
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Shell of choice: Koopa Troopa.
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Personal Quote: Fuck bitches, get Oscars.

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well. fucking. played.

demons.

demons.

so with the submission of my newest piece, I was looking around at Japanese demons. and I found a really cool list on Wikipedia that had all the demons in the Japanese culture. and I think I'm going to fiddle around with this. I've also grown attached to the pastels in my Art class, so don't be surprised if that's what's coming out. haha. just so ya'll know what's on my agenda.

barhaghahrbarhahrhga.

barhaghahrbarhahrhga.

o hai gaiz. so i'm really mad - like really really really really - because my school blocked deviantART. =| for photo sharing and nude pictures. =| what. THE. fuck. so i'm mad because this means i can't upload my poetry and the occasional short story straight from school. grrrrrrrrr. good job reading this; i just wasted like thirty seconds of your life.

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