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Otiose-Worthlessmy dark pit of darkness turned into a bowl of cherries when i met YOU. YOU and YOU alone could turn myOtiose-Worthless
frown upside down. the moment i met YOU i kew i loved YOU and yet YOU deceived me used me emtotionally abused me as a saftey girlfriend from
beginning to end. YOU thou
R.I.P.You know, it's been pretty weird without you, it's crazy, I have all these dreams about you. It's depressing, how I have to accept the fact, that you are gone forever, and you're never coming back. I'm gonna go places, where you were supposed to be,R.I.P.
I'm not gonna want to go there, unless if you're next to me. Crazy thoughts of you will come to my head, and as soon as they come, the tears I will shed. Sometomes I just want to die, to go to the sky, to see your eyes. But I'm going to have to wait, 'til the day I rise to heaven's gate. Until then all I have is your pricture
The Pink RibbonI watch you walk the corridor of life Knowing nothing but what is in the moment Hearing the sounds of the children's playground You long for the love of the little girl with a pink ribbon She knows nothing of your feelings And yet you say she is in love with you, the boyThe Pink Ribbon
You look around for the girl, noticing she is with the other boy The way she looks into his eyes makes you have a worthless life No longer can you hold back your feelings No longer can you live in the moment Approaching the gril with the pink ribbon You see nothing but the girl and a faded playground &nb
Madam, What is Your Name?Joseph often allured to beauty, though it was his fault And with thoughts of enduring gradeur, he walked But his thoughts were scrambled, mangled by a twist of fate For the sacredness of his unholiest of dates He asked her name, and she said with a wink,Madam, What is Your Name?
"You will know my name soon, I think."
And so, off with her we went to his waiting bed Visions of spending lust, dancing within his head His body anxious, his mind plotting, he kissed her silken lips And he played with her hair, he thought she was his Once again, he asked her name, and the same answer came "Worry not, i
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Did you know I featured your alone poem in my journal?
Look at my old journal entry, "Notable Writing II"
i didn't like those people or that place either... okay point being through all this non-sesnse i never stopped writing or doodling and spent most of my time reading the thesaurus/dictonary. somewhere along the lines i started taking pictures and making music too... i had this big dream of being some kind of revolutionary. of course it didn't quite go according to plan... oddly enough after highschool i started drinking n' smoking/sucking n' fucking etc. i became a hippy-gangsta type guy basically. through this lifestyle i somehow discovered that there are other (better) ways to explore space than a rocket/shuttle craft.
(tai chi, yoga, psychedelics, sleep deprivation, trance)
in a way this lead me to start studying different types of science stuff. chrnologically: Theology, Astrology, Numerology, Geometry, Quantum Physics, Molecular Biology, Mycology and most currently Linguistics/Cognetive Science. (who knows, Marine Biology could be next
the point now being; in times of doubt i catch myself wondering what would have happened had i bought into the system, got good grades and went to a real college. as opposed to attending school for photography for which i didn't complete my degree and now have 12k student loan debt that my unemployed and or minimum wage (at best) arse refuses to even consider paying back.
so crazy how if asked 10 years ago i would have went on about how much i hated g_d, math and science w/a vengence.
but now, i can embrace them after travelling so far with the right side of my brain that i basically warped my own conciousness to the far left.
though in times of more confidence i find myself smirking as i watch the ripples in my chest while sitting on a "butterfly" machine... in summary:
“The corollary of the permanent alternation is the permanent transience.”
-Reginald Crosley M.D.
ya dig?
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my other "half" *half-pint
Remmeber I was one of the people who read and commented on it here.
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Taz
~I don't suffer from insanity! I love every minute of it!~
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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