I promise to myself (as if I ever keep them) that I WILL write this. Because it needs to be written. If it won't help me, it will definately help someone else, so... there.
I'm going to study now.


Romancestupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid Too bad life doesn't stop in one moment of truth.Romance


BoywhocouldhavechangedtheworldThe boy who could have changed the worldBoywhocouldhavechangedtheworld
There once was a man in the world. Not any ordinary man, but a one with abilities. Gifts. Sometimes he made the blood flow through veins differently. Sometimes he made it change direction entirely. Sometimes the people coming towards him would smile. Sometimes the ones next to him. Sometimes they made him smile.
Sometimes the colours around him would start jumping up and down. Melt into something else and then shape-shift to begin again. Sometimes the angels on top of that house would look like gargoyles. Sometimes they would look like angels. Lig


A MasterpieceHe stood in front of the canvas. The paint class in college. If anyone from his past life, would've known he was taking it, they'd probably laugh their guts out.A Masterpiece
He stood in front of the canvas, and held the pen high up. Like collecting himself before something big, something that needed concentration. He was collecting himself. All the thoughts and revelations from his past few days, from his past few lives. And then the brush started moving. It mixed up all the colours on the palette, and started touching the canvas. It painted with what critics would call overly confident strokes or just confident. It started picki


When Angels Deserve To DieHe looked at the streets once again. He never liked to be here. Not when he was young, not now. It has always been filled with too many people he didn't want to meet, too many people who never wanted to meet him. Everyone knew everyone, and if they didn't, they soon would sink into that theory. He wanted to say he was sorry, but he couldn't. The words wouldn't cut it. A masterpiece consisting of hundreds of colours and subtones, all shouting the same message, it wouldn't be enough. The only way, the apology would have a meaning, would be if it was capable of transporting you to the beginning, if it would challenge him with all the same, and hWhen Angels Deserve To Die


matthew in the morningsi asked if she had heard--matthew in the mornings
baseball bat to the car window; fist
through the wall; pages of teenage angst, scrawled clumsily on wrists-- slaughterhouse fridays mopped up with
tschaikovsky saturdays--
and the lithium pills everyday in the mornings now.
she said that she hadn’t--
so i told her it was nothing.


Lime LightsHe sometimes thought he was made to be broken so he died he wrapped himself in a shroud of dream and went to you steady planks beneath your backs the sonorous trickle of flow about you your palm on his palm your pulse on his pulse eyes fixed upon your viewLime Lights
and when his eyes fixed he thought he saw his name backwards in lime lights but was it really there? crickets chirped their warnings fish surfaced to share in the fallout
he breathed in
You You make You make me You make me want You make me want to
but  
--
and I always try to give people what they want... or force it down their throats.
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Girls kick ass. Says so on the t-shirt.
Let me stitch you up.
and no, I haven't forgotten you.
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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Girls kick ass. Says so on the t-shirt.
Let me stitch you up.
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Girls kick ass. Says so on the t-shirt.
Let me stitch you up.
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Girls kick ass. Says so on the t-shirt.
Let me stitch you up.
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Girls kick ass. Says so on the t-shirt.
Let me stitch you up.
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