Psychodrama!and its all because of my big damn mouth. DESPITE the vow of fucking silence.
when i crack, i hope someone is there to pick up the pieces.
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The Hypocritical Farceevery facet of life is comparison all decisions are made by someone else our control is an illusion what we like to eat, wear, listen to when we like to love, sleep, speak out we don't control itThe Hypocritical Farce
so we lash out we speak in verse in pathetic photographs of nothing steaming piles of shit we call it art it makes us "cultured"
art is not beauty beauty is untouchable the interplay of our actions the stigma, dogma, ostracizing leaves us empty and broken unfit for anything to someone that is beauty
and yet the instan
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The SecretI leap inside I scream and weep I feel everythingThe Secret
And nothing For but a glimpse Of a vision that owns
What little fragments of soul I yet possess
I know I should tell her Voices screaming pro Voices screaming con Another voice urgent Telling me how
Everything is slipping Beyond my control
A small silent whisper Reassuring Disheartening Nagging me as if I’m not already broken If there was but One ray of sunshine The glimmer of what we could be
Id drop the pretense Id grow up &nb
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think of his heartThomas slammed the car door rather roughly. He had just got off of work, and he was in something less than a good mood. He hated dealing with the stupid idiots that resided in middle management. He took the car keys from his pocket, and started the car, waiting in the chill as the engine warmed the oil sufficiently enough for him to drive in the thick northwestern winter. What idiots he thought. They don’t know a thing about that which they grill me for, and blame the lack of understanding on me. He griped about this mentally for several minutes as he pulled his car out of the parking lot, through the security gate, andthink of his heart
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the leechSyndicated alienation There is nothing to bring me back Pornographic amalgamation I’m far too short staffed They thought they knew what made me tick As the terrifying march approached Deep inside, the withering began Everything I had ever hoped Smashed away like the slaughtered lamb Ill never be what my dreams speak Dust Ill never create what my soul cries Ill never make it past the final blows The hailing incessant The shattered remnant I crawl back inside and comfort what’s left The counselor came and I couldn’t say everything The good thatthe leech
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- Current Residence: Hell
- Interests: any of the fine arts....swordplay
- Favourite movie: ......good question....ten dollars to who knows it..i sure as hell dont..
- Favourite band or musician: Myself (narcissisistic i knwo
- Favourite genre of music: Anything with a guitar.
- Favourite artist: no one is yet worthy.
- Favourite poet or writer: Isaac Asimov
- Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams
- Favourite style of art: Realism
- Operating System: Windows for gaming, linux for coding.
- MP3 player of choice: Winamp
- Favourite game: Zork
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Personal Quote: "oh, but that is nothing more than ass-jockeying on a tuesday, my friend!"
- Tools of the Trade: Guitar, Hammer, Anvil, Pen, Pencil, Paper, Adobe, my Brain.
- Website: http://www.sekavec.org
- Email: joseph.sekavec@gmail.com
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- MSN: wyverns_bane@hotmail.com
- Yahoo: the_spellforger
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<3 its a butt!
:'-(Ars Gratia Artis :-D
And you're welcome.
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<3 its a butt!
:'-(Ars Gratia Artis :-D
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Unexpected changes from head to toe.
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<3 its a butt!
fuck censorship...u fucking bastards
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<3 its a butt!
fuck censorship...u fucking bastards
oh no.. id be afraid of kylee (not) lol... neways.. ill probably be checking out ur site a couple times..
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