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Me, Myself, and IThe Ghosts of my sanity play tricks on my mind. I hear the raspy intake of breath from my executioner;Me, Myself, and I
Feel his panting like acrid smog on my neck.
My skin crawls as I turn to face him;
How can I live with myself if I run away?
The mask he wears is not as I imagined it to be. I was expecting pure ebony black satin, smooth as a moonlit night; With two even holes to express his soul, a gleaming plethora of stars and comets. An untainted deepness to bring a well of tears or an unknown understanding of things to come. Instead I am faced with emptiness?
My face falls as I
by ~aphrodite0666
NothingI turn towards the night to escape my reality. The nothingness is thick in the air, Hanging like spider webs covered in dew. I breathe in and it claws into me, Burning my nostrils as it screams into my lungs. Outside of my fishbowl they look in with smiles and platitudes, Inside there is nothing but the stench of failure, The knowledge that this insane revulsion is for no one but myself. I choke on my hatred, suffocating on the bleakness of my world. I could speak here of the darkness that swells before me, Snapping and gouging at my rotting useless flesh, But it is not remarkaNothing
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Eldrict and the Child of DreamEldrict was never a patient man and when he was told by the council of Elders that he could not seek out the Child of Dreams before its 16th year he scoffed. He argued and complained for more then a decade about how the child was of such great import that it needed to be protected, not left to it’s own devises in a world that would rather see it boiled for soup then save it’s existence. The council however would have none of his bluster and after ten years of his prattle absolutely forbid him to make contact with the child for any reason, ever. This simple restriction was Eldricts ultimate undoing. Going against everything he had ever bEldrict and the Child of Dream
by ~aphrodite0666
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- Current Residence: Ontario
- Interests: Stuff, lots and lots of stuff
- Favourite movie: Cecil. B. Demented
- Favourite band or musician: Tears For Fears
- Favourite genre of music: Hmm, loud?
- Favourite artist: Brian Froyd
- Favourite poet or writer: Katherine Kurtz, although Terry Pratchett is a God
- Favourite photographer: My Uncle Bob Gallagher
- Favourite game: WarCraft3
- Favourite gaming platform: Nintendo DS
- Favourite cartoon character: Vanity Smurf, he was such a cute little gaybee!
- Personal Quote: Shit happens, then you Poing!
- Tools of the Trade: My brain, yogurt covered pretzels and a purple glitter pen
- Website: http://www.geocities.com/Aphrodite0666
- AIM: Aphie0666
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Soo devMEET, be there!!
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The true value of art lies in the emotional effect created. – Me
how's the novel comming??
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Shit happens, then ya POING!
for the comment on "dark skies"
tash
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Shit happens, then ya POING!
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