See! A Second One!On a personal note, school is approaching. I really do not want to go back. Most of my friends are gone and I am left clinging to the few I have. Even then, some of them may not be my friends for long. *sigh* One more year...
The Modern EpicI am a child, trapped in the lopsided flesh of burgeoning maturity; disorganized desire, relentless responsibility, complete cacophony; My existence, a testament to the unwilling, unprepared, afraid. Yet inside this deceiving husk a child still dreams of heroes and heroines.The Modern Epic
With glassy eyes, I can see them: Gilgamesh, Arthur, Odysseus, capes fluttering madly, surveying the sprawling city. Shields,
hammers,
and fists raised, all ready to fight, to die in their own private war.
Oh
The Eye of CreationWhen time began, there were no planets. Not even the stars burned in the eternal vacuum of space. Desolation held absolute domain. Or, so it would seem. In the midst of the endless absence, however, there was one solitary being: an eye, forever unblinking, which was covered in writhing arms. These arms waved, filled with discontent and ennui, for countless millennia. After ages of restlessness, the Eye brought the first creation into existence, in an effort to satisfy his need for entertainment. It was a spinning wheel, except it was composed of countless wheels mounted to a simple, four-legged frame. With this, the Eye took the voidThe Eye of Creation
If I Were Me, Part 3Shoving the old shirt into my sack, I turned to face the mirror in the bathroom. Staring into my own eyes, I spoke aloud. “Talk to her, Jared. You know you want to. For years you've made fantasies and never seen if they could be realities. Isn't it time to step into the truth?” I'm comfortable with delusion. My romantic views stay in one piece and I have hope for tomorrow. What if I'm wrong? These stories are so dear to me...to break one may break them all. “So? Life is a search for truth. Science, religion, philosophy; all these are the staples of culture. Could you turn you back on this in the name of comfIf I Were Me, Part 3
If I Were Me, Part 2When the car stopped I was in a small town in Missouri. "Welcome to Bellewood", a sign told me as a drove into the city limits. I dug deeper into the heart of this place, hoping to open mine as I did. It was about the same size as the town I had just escaped, but with less industry. Mostly just commercial and residential. I drove down the main street of this town. Store after store rolled by: coffee house, antique store, bank, lawyer, antique store. The citizens walked down the sidewalks, not paying my dirty black car any mind. They all simply went along with their lives as I rolled to the otherIf I Were Me, Part 2
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..:'`"*~Aishku~*"`':..
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Think Taco.
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si fuera yo, me ocultaría del mundo
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watercoloured roses
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Abe Sapien: "Is that a monkey?"
Hellboy: "Look out! He's got a gun!"
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try something new
[or something old.]
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try something new
[or something old.]
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