sirravennekros

Amorphous feeling of isolation
time without meaning
and meaning without time
a nighttime filled with keening.

Insidious feeling of rejection
Repulsive! Freak! Vile!
Cucoon of non-feeling
without class, without style

Rapacious feeling of hunger
paint the full moon red
Pain, rejection, fear, blood...
is it all just in my head?

It's not like anyone reads this, but I'm gonna update it anyway.
After all, my last post makes me look like a raving chauvanist in need of a swift kick in the shitter. So here's the skinny. I have a digicam now. I don't know the quality of the pics it takes, but I'm gonna find out. And if they're good, I might even post...
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Nice guys always finish last. So fuck it, it's time to be an ass hole. It's time to stop caring if I hurt someone. It's time to start treating women like bitches and toys.
After all, that's what you fuckin want, isn't it? Why the fuck else would ass holes and dicks get into and stay in relationships with beautiful women? You'd think the very...
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Graaah... I don't know what to do with myself. So I'm gonna vent here where I can be honest, since no one reads it.

First a little background.
I'm single. It happens to me a lot. No one wants to put up with me, I guess I'm either ugly or just that socially inept. But whatever the cause, I am without significant other. So one...
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=IF(AND(stimuli1="One rainy afternoon to wake up to",
stimuli2="One evening of uber depressing music",
stimuli3="One night of hateful work ahead",
stimuli4="Blood on the mind",
stimuli5="Empty solitude"), "Fucked Up Super Angsty Eye Gouging Blood Screaming Depresso Attack","")

So I'm taking a break from my girlfriend.
That's right, I'm putting Soul Calibur 3 down for a sum total of three whole days. One for each of the things I broke in my last attempt at playing.
The leg to my coffee table.
My big toe.
The knuckle of my pinkie finger on my left hand.
You could say the game is aggravating. But...
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In case anyone was curious, my previous post has an answer key. Spoiler alert for anyone trying to figure it out on their own:

Boa - Duvet - Boa
Stabbing Westward - How Can I Hold On - Darkest Days
Lacuna Coil - The Ghost Woman and the Hunter - Comalies
Slipknot - Vermillion - The Subliminal Verse pt 3
Cold - Cure My Tragedy...
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And you don't seem to understand. How can I hold on, when there's nothing to hold on to? And why should I hold on, when there's nothing to hold on to? You're moving on we'll never be apart just drain my tears, I cry aloud. You're moving on, you'll never be a part of all my tears, I cry aloud. (She isn't real, I can't...
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Well I sit in front of my computer at oh dark thirty on a Thursday mornin. The fitful end of my last day off this week. Today I was able to game and hang out with friends, and all sorts of marvelous things.
And yet I still feel very alone. Perhaps it's because my roomate just took his fiance to bed and I'm sitting in...
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Congratulations... anyone foolish or bored enough to be scoping out this page is gonna get a little bit of poetry.
I created this poem in a fit of angst at work.
I dedicate it to all of my friends.
Who I can't offend by dedicating it here where they do not read.


Half remembered
amber coated
memories of better times.

Left in the sun
to...
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