so yeah, don't feel like im ignoring you! im ignoring life in general atm!
smiles, chilli-willies!!!


Harlequin and Corrupt MaidenThe air is as lightning… How long can you Hold your breath?Harlequin and Corrupt Maiden
Through the looking-glass a feather hat did peep, And prophetic day-visions of grandeur Were strewn shattered on the floor. A record of fading people in a non-existent world. Open the door, Go on,
Do it.
Or do you fear what lies beneath and behind? N’avez pas peur, ma p’tite. Silently, I cry for you. Will you not join me In ten-fold misery, Behind my portal of blacklaquer oak?
Close the door after you, I can’t feel my Heart. Beating.
And the cold is


Conceptual MisfitThere he goes! Catch him quick! Stairs to deep, And feather slick.Conceptual Misfit
Dance on death, T’my old tune, Lose yourself And hide the moon.
On and on, This blue jig goes, 3 times hell
And touch your toes!
Pick up your feet And come along, Feel the jig. Be my song.
And into th’sky we swim…


OutstretchedThe boy was no more than a lone figure. An isolated silhouette against a dark suburban backdrop. A malformed shade of black, given shape only by the slow plodding of his steps, resounding boldly off the high walls and manicured trees around him. The sun had long since relinquished it’s hold of the sky, yet the boy walked on, grim determination set on his youthful face. His breath came out as mist. The chill that had settled with the dusk and drove men to the warmth and safety of their loved ones ripped through him, trying to beat him down as a savage beast might it’s prey.Outstretched
The boy strode on, not a falter in his step. The wind scr


Be not NamelessWith only the sun as a comfort And the sea as the moon doth glow Awry in thought as in complexion Allowing on e to slip, ever so gently, Beneath the waves...an onslaught of tweisting shadow and light. How can one describe the mourning of the morning? When our ocean loses its lustre and vibrancy for life And the very soul of the night acts as if harpooned upon... -Nary a shore in sight! Not a one to witness such a transformation... once a shoal of glistening... -A golden arrow in your hair? Be not restless in your demeanour as we dive- And remember- That whichBe not Nameless


Bedpost RedemptionYou were trying to get something out of meBedpost Redemption
when you remarked
“It’s funny,
you always leave me
to make the bed."
That’s because you were the first to climb in -
again.
“I’ll do it later.” “No you won’t, you never do.” I love the way you appear dead when you
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The only difference between saints and sinners is that every saint has a past while every sinner has a future
-Oscar Wilde
THE TRUTH ABOUT JARK!
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what now? where do i go?
jubilation!
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*bing!*
Hope all is well with you!
Naya x
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It doesn't hurt to be nice!
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"Let me hear you cry, just for me..." Depeche Mode.
"Immortal fear
that voice so clear
Through broken walls
that scream I hear"~ Gerard McMann "Cry Little Sister
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It doesn't hurt to be nice!
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"Let me hear you cry, just for me..." Depeche Mode.
"Immortal fear
that voice so clear
Through broken walls
that scream I hear"~ Gerard McMann "Cry Little Sister
*goes to check out your gallery*
Naya x
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It doesn't hurt to be nice!
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