

Climbing Over LowsI am climbing over the valleys Peak to peak with nothing under my feet Depression is discovery of the next ascent Under hand and foot is air, I am supported by anticipationClimbing Over Lows
If I fall from my climb over the dip I will fall into the pit The walk from depression through realization is downhill to the top How can I walk on the sky when I feel lower than dirt?
Expectation of joy pulls the straps on my boots When I cannot smile I must think And when I think I must realize That if I have all these reasons to be smiling again, its only a matter of time


I Am Not A PoetDid you know, that I don't even know what Real Poetry is? I hear when words take wings like birds, with bricks in their claws, ready to drop bombs, and knock me on my ass.I Am Not A Poet
What is there to write about when Life is making love to the world and I am still a virgin? I had no vision quest. But, I had EverQuest. I don't know the secret to happiness. But, I do know the secret to infinite lives. I know the secret to sadness.
One stanza, Two stanza, Good stanza, Bad stanza. No, I am not a poet. I write what I think and I think what is r
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Joe was here =]
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Several friends have asked me if I will again leave the country. In light of the failure?a second time?to count all the votes, that won't be necessary. My country has left me. - [link]
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"With her striped socks and her yellow shoe laces, she's my modern angel. Her self-rapture is shunned by some and she is sometimes mistreated, but she bears through it with exuberance." ~Jessica
and I assume you are the significant other of ~faerykisses? Anyway...adorable
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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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
You ask that because of the title? Hm. The blade represents many things, and I think that with a piece like this, like any halfway decent art, the viewer is a full participant in creating meaning. It's communication, after all. This will always mean something different to me than it will to you.
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the semiote
colour however, is something you will never see in that picture.
i believe a hint of colour would make it tacky.
besides.. dead things dont have colour.
so that's why im straying away from the spectrum on that one.
but thanks for the suggestion anyway
take care
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