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Hardened - WIPTwisted and stretched flesh moved beside me and received only my dispassionate and measuring gaze. There is need in his eyes, but I ignore it. Some point earlier in the night I turned off my compassion and decided it didn’t matter what he or anyone else wanted anymore; he was going to be something for me to enjoy. He was something, not someone, to me.Hardened - WIP
No thoughts of his lackluster love for me mattered anymore. I wore a suit made of anger, hurt, and neglect that had long been sealed tightly; chinks patched and sewn over so that nothing outside of these emotions could find their way in. I could be a monster, I realized, so why not i
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ListeningI sit and listen to the sounds of you playing, making the beautiful chords hum and for bursts of song. Once I heard an errant sigh of frustration, but only once.Listening
What do you think when you play? Do you lose yourself to your thoughts? Is creativity sparked? When you do not have a listener, a voyeur, do you allow yourself to laugh, sigh from frustration, or even curse at your mistakes? I want and crave to hear the passionate artist in you, not the bottled up man in you. I want you to voice your thoughts just once, just once. I hear tiny noises in the background; the meow of a cat, squeak of a chair, the change from acou
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Forever 27Forever 27Forever 27
We made love as a harmonica moaned and a guitar wept.
You always loved the blues because you said life was a tragedy, and music is life.
You wanted to burn away in a beautiful explosion that was seen and heard 3 counties across.
So you wrote on stolen paper, “meet me at the crossroads at midnight”
I found the place where 7 Mile Plaza becomes a stretch of indefinite dirt road. A junction of unpaved old; an unholy dusty cross.
We sat at in the center of the four points and waited.
And waited.
You didn’t even let me b
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- Current Residence: Liberation village
- Interests: Ask me, and I'll tell you.
- Favourite movie: In Bruges, Grosse Pointe Blank, Shawshank Redemption, Better Off Dead, Scanner Darkly
- Favourite band or musician: Foo Fighters, The Cure, Van Morrison, Nina Simone, Older U2, 80's and other random stuff.
- Favourite genre of music: Anything but death metal and hip hop or rap. Not really into most forms of country music.
- Favourite artist: Don't have one currently. Apply and I might choose you.
- Favourite poet or writer: Tony/tramirez89
- Operating System: Vista - no laughing allowed
- Shell of choice: Err, turtle?
- Wallpaper of choice: Current dA fav piece of art
- Skin of choice: My own
- Favourite gaming platform: xbox 360 - thanks Dest
- Favourite cartoon character: Blue
- Personal Quote: I can't change myself any further; it's beginning to hurt me.
- Tools of the Trade: brain, keyboard, pen, paper
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Oooh, a leaf is falling.
That's probably autumn.
Thank you for PIERRE.
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# ... un rêve sans étoiles est un rêve oublié
I hope you enjoy falling in love with autumn as much as I do.
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I have an alt version with blood smeared around the mouth but it didn't look quite right. I hope you enjoy.
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THIS BAFFLES ME AND MAKES ME SMILE.
CAPS LOCK RAWRRR!
Haha XD
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You maed me smile.
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I never flew with coral wings, painting faces on bad things.
Wait. Wonder what the sun will bring.
I'm ocean born.
I'm ocean born.
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