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Smokey tendrils of hate creep over her pale skin casting thin shadows like snakes over her body. Her eyes are full of sorrow as they stare into the dark wood grain, those big brown eyes always looking so perfect, so open and strong seem to weaken as tiny wrinkles form around the bottom. Hair like thin vines twisting and waving like silken tendrils down her...
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is there anybody out there

When life is a dagger hanging over your head, just waiting to make that final blow and tear your third eye out of its socket you know youve gone too far and realized the truth that no one should know. Life is nothing, everything I do, everything I have strived for and yearned for is empty and meaningless. When you...
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... gone to graveyards every one. When will they ever learn

I havent heard this kind of silence for a while. As I walk the empty streets there is no sound except my boots hitting the pavement and my breath as it floats in clouds of moisture into the cold mid winter air. The only other time I can recall this silence, the kind that...
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nothin on the top but a bucket and a mop and an illustrated book about birds
see a lot up there but dont be scared, who needs actions when weve got words
-Meatpuppets, Plateau

Not sure, that is the sentiment of my life. I have never been completely sure of anything. Religion, love, work, school, or even just friendships. In a completely chaotic yet predictable...
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My eyes seem to wander the city pavement as I walk at a fairly quick pace down the broken and cracked blocks that lay seemingly infinitely down the city streets. Droplets of rain tap me on the head and make tiny dark spots on the sidewalk. The sky overhead is dark and heavy with gallons of rainwater that hasnt fallen yet. I walk towards a...
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Spiral Fantoccini
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I dream in the dark of a marionette.
The puppet master governs the strings
and I dance on the revolving stage.
A flick of his hand and I take the wall,
a movement of his wrist bends my knee.
I cannot see through wooden eyes
and painted lips too stiff to speak.
I dance his dance, eternal ballet.
Am I his dream...
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Hate \Hate\, v. t. [imp. & p. p. Hated; p. pr. & pr. & vb. n. Hating.] [OE. haten, hatien, AS. hatian; akin to OS. hatan, hat?n to be hostile to, D. haten to hate, OHG. hazz?n, hazz?n, G. hassen, Icel. & Sw. hata, Dan. hade, Goth. hatan, hatian. ???. Cf. Hate, n., Heinous.] 1. To have a great aversion to, with a strong desire...
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...Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time.
Far past the frozen leaves, the haunted frightened trees.
Out to the windy beach, far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrows.

To dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, silhouetted by the sea.
Circled by the circus signs, with all memory and fate, driven deep...
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You are old, Father William,' the young man said, `And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head-- Do you think, at your age, it is right?'

`In my youth,' Father William replied to his son, `I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again.'...
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Our tradition tells us that life is transient. Tradition means no change. Thus our life is a denial of the reality of change. We only speculate about death. Living people do not bother about death. The memory in you wants to know whether it will continue even after what it imagines as death occurs. Death is the finality. There is no solution without death.


When...
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