~Demi-fiend
Ain't giving you his real name! - Status: Member
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The Twentieth HourOn eight o'clock each night precisely No moment after the tower's eighth ring; Has always the girl walked down the parkway With that silver baby carriage. Each and ev'ry of my neighbors realized, How not? The silver glow and squeaky wheels Tore the silence we were known for. But Men and Women of Kingstreet parkway now Anticipate the squeaking sound after The eight ringing tower-bell.The Twentieth Hour
Yet one day the squeak we've come to expect Did not come as scheduled; stopped complete. We watched through our windows Observed our surroundings but Found no trace of the
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Illusionary HandrailsI don't need no dreams I don't need no handrails On these lively steps. I don't need no ambition, I don't need no stepping stones.Illusionary Handrails
Like watching a movie In three dimensions; What seems real to us As to reach out and touch us; We reach our hand back but The illusion shatters like A soft and cloudy foam.
The handrails you hold are Nothing but illusions; Touch them and they'll shatter Just like those reaching hands.
But When you fall down and Forget where to hold It's nice to have a guide; A stepping stone,
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DoppelgaengerWalking down the sun-lit road On sunset, ah, day is ending As I took slowly the steps ahead, And there was the piano. The piano music, slow, sorrowful, The playing of a skilled lone maestro. Lonely, lonely, sorrowful tunes.Doppelgaenger
The swings in the park move then, As if ethereal children mount them; Carry them afar, around, round they go. Watery puddles drip, drip, drip, Like light rainfall, like small showers, Invisible needles of liquid fell. But the beautiful sunset, perched upon Precarious buildings, lay its shadow On the sunless ground. Its se
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Dead Men Don't CryI watch through the window Of my family mourning sad; I touched my rotting hand on The darkened windowsill; Wanted to cry and weep yet ah, My tear ducts work no more, Cause dead men don't cry, no. Dead men don't cry.Dead Men Don't Cry
Even when sheer will and longing Rose me up above, my claws Digging through the coffin wood, Through the gravel and soil, the grave; My will to rise, just to tell my family bye; Just to ask my family to forgive, The father that had to die unannounced.
And when I knocked on the door, I Flung my arms open, missed them so fr
in Open on 4/3/08
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- Websitehttp://www.freewebs.com/hitoshura
- Emailultimateyeerk@yahoo.com
- AIMMetacifer
- MSNdamarwinasis@hotmail.com
- Yahooultimateyeerk
- Current Age: SEVENTEEN LOL
- Current Residence: Can I be in your pants?
- Interests: More stuff than you'll be able to rememeber...
- Favourite band or musician: I have to list them all?
- Favourite genre of music: Whatever my ear's likin', I lovin'.
- Favourite poet or writer: Wow, that's kind of hard to decide...
- Operating System: Currently Windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: Some crappy RCA Lyra--I want an iPod.
- Skin of choice: Azn-colored.
- Favourite game: Shin Megami Tensei, World of warcraft, Ragnarok Online...
- Favourite gaming platform: WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
- Favourite cartoon character: Kaiji, hands on.
- Personal Quote: "ANYWAY."
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil, Paper, Eraser. Sometimes a brain.
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"THIS AD BETTER SELL SOME BLOOOOOOOOODY BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!!!!"
nom nom nom~~
*suddenly pokes hito*
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♪ And maybe tonight we'll fly so far away
we'll be lost before the dawn ♫
Paler Than Moon
Darker Than Night
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There's always room for ICE CREAM!!!! -Janice Jao
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*siul2*
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Blog: GunawanRudy[dot]Com
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But I'm not a zombie.
....Shit.
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"I offer themes that showcase your content, not my design skills."
--Scott Allan Wallick, plaintxt.ORG
Blog: GunawanRudy[dot]Com
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Let no one rob you of that powerful motivational force known as vision...seeing not only what is...but what can be.
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...bleh
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...bleh
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...bleh
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...bleh
GET ON YM MY LITTLE BELOVED TWIN SISTER DAMMIT D8<
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...bleh
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LIES!
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RUN TO THE HILLS! RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIIIIIIIIFEEEEE
It's been awhile. Get on YM, fool.
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I hate that name
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