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Signs 2I'm inside the earth, and it's pressing down on me, the snow on the roof will crush it and everything will be demolished, what is my name, who am I? I'm sliding down the hill on a sled, I can't stop, I'm crashing into a tree and it'll fall on me, it'll fall on everyone who's riding with me.Signs 2
The blankets can't keep me warm any more, the candle's going out, everything is falling, falling, falling. It's all laid out on the floor, can't keep from stepping on all the dead bodies lying everywhere. Suffocating, drowning, trapped in burning cars.
There's no curtain on my window, so exposed, so cold. I'm stuffed, stuffed to b
by ~squelchbaker
SignsSo you must be asking, what does a girl like her do in a hole like the one you're standing in. Well, let me tell you that her sky is brighter than the end of your nose. And all the walruses in the earth couldn't make that a jot less warm. Can you feel the summer of her Arctic? It shows a grand scheme for egg-making. Yet the blue-blooded-ness of her welcome for many bats would display an opposite card. Should she be together with wings? That is a question that only the curtains will answer.Signs
You have noticed, no doubt, that when business creates the life and soul of the party, this is a wretched pizza palace? And that when she cong
by ~squelchbaker
oh my God, I think I fell downwhere did the orange flowers go why did the stairs disappear from underneath me belly-flop along the ocean floor scissors make a fence around me oh my God, I think I fell down.oh my God, I think I fell down
banana coloured rakes with tiny hats a dance of morbid curiosity north winding roads, south and east ones too a corner store on a straight street opens at 12am hey look! a yoga mat! on the ceiling!
yelling to the skies, at a cloud for being in the wrong place at the write time having a good time, are ya, mister cloud? and the spots on the sun are not just my vision if your
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The Truth?Nothing is there unless I'm there to experience it.The Truth?
And nobody exists unless I can see them, right in front of me.
Nobody can tell me they exist. Because how can I know for sure that's the truth if I haven't made the judgement myself? And nobody can prove to me they exist either, because I don't know for sure that this evidence you show me is relevent, and nessessary.
And for an even more disturbing question, if I see it infront of me, is this what it really looks like or is someone twisted the truth to form it? Is this truth I've been taught actually reality?
It doesn't really matter what I
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- Current Residence: In my own mind.
- Interests: Books, art, computers, good movies, my friends.
- Favourite movie: The Matrix.
- Favourite band or musician: Thousand Foot Krutch
- Favourite genre of music: Rock/Metal
- Favourite poet or writer: Kipling
- Favourite style of art: Anything interesting
- Operating System: Linux - Ubuntu.
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Wallpaper of choice: Twilight - Edward Cullen
- Tools of the Trade: Camera, computer, hands, paint, paintbrush, canvas, keyboard, clay
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Well fuck, as if i'm going to waste my time coming up with an epic as sig like everyone else seems to have....
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Well fuck, as if i'm going to waste my time coming up with an epic as sig like everyone else seems to have....
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thanks for the fave
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..............did you just lose the game?
I'm sorry
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