eulogybear my antithetic whines no longer! such venom oh! what pain we see in all the time the dead spent rotting you could have risen from your own graveeulogy
be not afraid! child of the empty this husk of space is a shrine lift nihilism to its proper height! let it weep upon you from on high
you'll soon realize they're your own tears you must not bow or turn away be as i have taught you cast your gaze upon a place of sleep
may rest come easy for you may your face be unmoving may your feet stand not upon the land may your hands never want
sad timesmy brain is become a black worm one day it will bore through my skull it will lower itself over my right eye as it enters my vision i will recoilsad times
uselessly
i will be too afraid to touch it
the horrifying exodus will continue until it has extended far enough to wrap itself around my throat
i will rush to the bathroom tears streaming down my face blind with fear i will grasp it firmly with both hands and force myself to touch it in order to remove it from myself
as the last of it falls from me i will have a few brief seconds &
wakinghe jumped into the silent while we sat upon the seam he said "take me to your feeder" we ignored his useless screamwaking
he removed the walls around us as we cursed the very sky we were younger than the moment we discovered you and i
he decided we should listen my eyes opened i was blinded there you stood surrounded by the fingers of the dawn
don't mistake me we exhale the smoking rot of ages when we turn from these designs we've been presented we've no way to justify
The Postmodern ManifestoI want to make it all burn burn like a roman candle, spurting sparks into an absent sable sky. While absent humanity sits and waits for the show to start conclude in repition. Adolescence in a postmodern generation, constantly haunted by the dead Helios of my father and the breathless Luna of maternity. Disregard and apathy sparks self obliteration, off the mountaintops of fall fall fall apart, belief is subjective for I am nobody and something is nothing and I can't metamorphosize mankind, because it all lies within personal this and individual that and we'llThe Postmodern Manifesto
| i am a ghost |
so wow
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I believe in Jesus Christ, my Savior. If you do too and aren't scared to admit it, then copy and paste this in your signature.
Read the Underland Chronicles! By Suzanne Collins! Otherwise known as the 'Gregor' series!
In case you're curious, my avatar is from the manga Biomega.
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it matters not who lives
the dead shall die first
Anyways! haven't heard from you in a while
Ohes! but yeah I was meaning to ask you a *minor* question about your character Sanj Westmeare
Normally I'd ask you to make a very rough sketch of her Ruby Pendant, her rapier and any other weapons, and maybe her basic image, and then I'd take it from there... however! I don't want to strip you of your self-anointed title of "Laziest DM ever"
Anyways get back to me whenever ya feel like it mate
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It's a dark world out there
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it matters not who lives
the dead shall die first
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It's a dark world out there
...keep it up mate
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It's a dark world out there
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it matters not who lives
the dead shall die first
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It's a dark world out there
-Nic
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For Nedia, For Iran
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THE FIGHT FOR AMERICA BEGINS NOW
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