i wore this shroud i intricately knit to see whose hands bear nothing but bluff.
it kept me unrest, eyes terribly swollen... brought on by lack of faith.

i wore this shroud i intricately knit to see whose hands bear nothing but bluff.
it kept me unrest, eyes terribly swollen... brought on by lack of faith.
Last edited by gcc4426; 09-07-2012 at 09:36 AM.
curiouser and curiouser!
when lies are converted into cheating... to justify a story worth telling.
like different movie formats...
mkv.mp4.avi.mov.wmv...
This is convoluted. I know what I like but I dont want to like it...
"JUST A WOMAN? Oh honey no!
I am awesome with a splash of bitch and a dash of wonderful.
He stood at the confines of his own imagination, scared. He stared at the four walls around him, wrapped in a straight jacket. His need to write is killing him, messing with his head.
He wanted to tell her the feeling of being forgotten, of being lost but she’s not there. He begged for help, to be released from the inner pain yet none listened to his plea. He cried and laughed and cried again yet no tear came.
He tried to sing to pass the time but the melodies are lost. He closed his eyes hoping to see her face but there was only darkness.
When the blue moon has finally shown, he stared at her. He could almost hear her sing amidst the silence. Her beauty is beyond his reach. Her voice is that of an angel. Her face, oh her face, is comparable to Aphrodite herself.
Time passed and it is again time for his medication. The nurse came slowly towards him, syringe in hand. He refused and struggled and failed. Tears finally came. “I love her” he murmured “Where is she?” The nurse pulled his hair separating his face from the floor and whispered “I have witnessed the downfall of a writer. He’s drowned in his own fantasy.”
Last edited by psyche_08; 09-30-2012 at 10:23 PM.
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utilizing twitter status messages for this nowadays...![]()
“What we call chaos is just patterns we haven't recognized. What we call random is just patterns we cant decipher. What we can't understand we call nonsense. What we can't read we call gibberish.” - Chuck Palahniuk

that's exactly why it's called FALLING in love. you're expected to eventually pick yourself up and wipe off the blood and gore.
I've always been able to outrun you. But you're catching up to me. I know this.
i should get in touch with earth... i've been floating around in this universe for too long... send me a ticket back to earth...
back to you...
Everything seems to get better by listening to Bon Iver.
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