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StainIt hits you like a truck Like a punch, bone to bone a crushing blow like a constant waterfall, The water drowning it sits in your lungs and you feel it, A gurgling reminder of a pain, inconstant Inconsistent It stains you and changes you And the very fabric of your being Cannot be bleached enough to burn It out. Scathing boiling on fire Humiliation hits your face and paints It to display Prize winning abnormal.Stain
by ~deepdownevil
Suits For The OccasionA caucus race, a trip to trip, an adventure to centure into an unknown, An identifiable substance in multiple colours, available By prescription or coming to a street corner near you. A bus ride & a sugar daddy, contacts to the world of non contact, only surfacing through Solid contacts. Two businessmen, both in suits, One imperceptibly more high than the other- What have you just considered? Suits for wedding, funerals & drug deals:Suits For The Occasion
To suit your fancy and the occasion. The wool over your eyes, To the cashmere sweater covering your cold heart, Ignorance finds it's place
by ~deepdownevil
SmallIt's in a soft light that focus blurs Tunnel-vision selecting optimal points to relate the most meaning, The place at which almost everything can be understood without seeing the whole picture, Life is a look, a touch, a word, a singluar section of reality that will be remembered- In the delusion of grandeur scheme it is only a moment given and taken That counts for anything at all.Small
Most forget to remember that a point is not a picture And that a picture is but points grouped to lose or loose lonliness. A strand, a strand, a string of sanity is left for which to hang oneself on. There is
by ~deepdownevil
Not Dog PeeThe washcloth is slowly turning yellow The yellow that has sustained itself An organism of colour, thriving in/on the carpet We fear it, but it remains indifferent Avoid it, step around sideways- the gaze of yellow, piercing It takes on the realization that they are both fabric Who knew? Fabric affected by such a chaos causing canine One's corruption the problem, the other's corruption the solution A slightly yellow solution, less viscous than more viscious A mildly offensive smell, but not from a distance Unless you enjoy the smell, of course.Not Dog Pee
by ~deepdownevil
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Children of The SecularsWe are the children of the seculars.Children of The Seculars
We know sunday morning for cartoons, if we know sunday morning at all. We have unlimited access. We have all the time in the world. And we put holes in ourselves, because we see holes in others. We put dye under our skin because we see dye under other's skin. We are the sons of agnostic, single, two job mothers. We are the daughters of middle-class, suburban vow breakers. We are the pro-choice offspring of the New Age movement. We love UFO's. Our traits are all Disorders and Diseases. Our skin is made up of pornographic advertisements and
by ~all-love-ways
Wyatt wakes upIt was a curious day. There were many thick, burly clouds in the sky. Usually that would make Wyatt… nervous? Sure, that’s a little strange, but… big clouds are ominous. Imposing. What? They’re like… big … harbingers of gloom, damn it! Anyway, there were big clouds and normally Wyatt would feel worried about it and today he didn’t. It’s simple. Why are you making such a big deal out of it anyway?Wyatt wakes up
You might be wondering why Wyatt didn’t feel like today was going to be a bad day, despite those downright imposing looking clouds. That’s because you’re nosey. The fact of the matter was, Wyatt was too happy to care about those c
by ~Detective-Hush
Wyatt walksWalking, Wyatt surmised, was God’s way of telling the human populace that they should become robots and replace legs with wheels. Still, Wyatt’s usual mode of transportation was being repaired, Wyatt had a deep seeded loathing of public transport, and Wyatt had yet to upgrade to robot status, so… Wyatt was walking.Wyatt walks
As Wyatt walked (he was on his way to his place of work) he noticed that he had odd shoes on. This made Wyatt feel pretty clumsy. And also, not colour co-ordinated. How would his feet blend into a single coloured surface if one was red and the other was an off shade of green? Wyatt would feel even clumsier a few
by ~Detective-Hush
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- Current Residence: My mind, thankfully. It's noisy, but safe.
- Interests: Poetry. Having fun. Crawling into holes and wanting to die. Music. Moshing.People watching.
- Favourite movie: Girl, Interrupted. Hackers. Rocky Horror Picture Show. Tank Girl. Evil Dead 1-3. Any Monty Python.
- Favourite band or musician: Nirvanna. NoFx.Reel Big Fish. Liam Lynch. The Metal Eddies. Buzz Deluxe. Chemical Brothers.
- Favourite genre of music: Punk/Ska/Techno-Dance/Grunge
- Favourite artist: Salvidore Dali. My Brother
- Favourite poet or writer: Emily Dickinson. Piers Anthony. Edgar Allen Poe. Douglas Adams.
- Favourite photographer: Kat! dejecteddreams
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I'm Ben... I'm... better than usual, though it changes day by day like my oppinions and ideas about the world, and though I bashed my head in and bled a hell of a lot today. I'm a hopeless romantic. I'm a fool. I'm a bleeding heart. I'm a raindog. I'm a fan of Vonnegut. I'm an anti-realist. I'm 4am on a dewy summers night. I'm Ben
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You should post some erotica on here! Then I could be all, "Yeah, [link] is a link to my friend's erotica, because I know such cool people."
Then I could join myspace, and create a legion of scensters and TAKE OVER THE INTERNET!! MUAAHAHAHAHA!!!!
*hugs and love*
Seriously though, update more
Fucking scenesters already own the internet.
I updated, so now be happy and read.
Biznatch.
Love you.
You ought to tell me when you update, as I only resort to this site once in a blue moon.
I think you'd be awesome at writing erotica, what with your dirty mind and writing skills
I love you. *vanishes in a puff of sleepy smoke*
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