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What blows in the wind...I throw my soul into the wind and watch it swirl around with more life than I could have given it, As I watch it rolls and twists in the air, wraps around a pole, for a brief moment then continues down the street; full of life full of purpose, I let it go free and free myself, Goodbye little soul.What blows in the wind...
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As the two beasts meetAs the two beasts meet In this concrete jungle They lock eyes, A high stakes staring contest, Often the loser dies in bloody violence Both body and soul, The white eyed beast slows to stop And growls, fiercely and continuous Waiting for the red eyed demon To react They both know to move another inch Could bring death A death of utter annoyance To the animals around, Just another corpse to walk around On their way back to their nest Their burrowAs the two beasts meet
Cave Hunting ground Meal Villa Mansion
Orphanage, Knowi
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With women like communismI’m sitting in a hall Watching other students walk by Some are very beautiful, They sicken me,With women like communism
Not because I can’t attain them But they are all not worth attaining, Maybe some, But doubtful,
These halls are hollow, With women like communism Only perfect in theory, Idolatry will kill you many times over,
A great man once said, “sometimes you get so alone, that at times it just makes sense” But great men sometimes are wrong, Most are,
I want to watch the world die, A quiet death, A beautiful
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Circus de Soul“Ladies and Gentlemen!” yelled Ringmaster Jesus Christ “Let me show you a world where the only two differences between hookers and porn stars are the camera and kids at home wishing for food and that their mother isn’t being arrested” “let me show you a world ran by the insane, and most of the truly sane end it with a barrel in their mouth” “a world that values money over actual values” “where 13 kids must die in a school shooting because of one too many snide remarks at their expense” “a world where the highest life form chooses to work more than any otCircus de Soul
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- Current Residence: home is where you hang your enemies head
- Interests: poetry,reading, independant comics, movies, hang out with friends
- Favourite movie: Man of La' Mancha, Serenity, Arthur, Waking Life
- Favourite band or musician: Currently: A Perfect Circle
- Favourite genre of music: Everything
- Favourite artist: Roman Dirge, Clive Barker
- Favourite poet or writer: Daniel Quinn
- Favourite style of art: there are styles?
- Operating System: brain and organs... mostly
- Shell of choice: Turtle
- Skin of choice: I'm not racist
- Favourite game: Fallout 3
- Favourite gaming platform: Xbox 360
- Favourite cartoon character: NNY, Coach MaGirk, Mugen, Bender
- Personal Quote: Hell is most people
- Tools of the Trade: my mind(for thinking), pen(for writing), paper(for giving nasty paper cuts to children)
- Email: ArchMageSynok@aol.com
- AIM: Archmagesynok
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The cure for boredom is curiousity. There is no cure for curiosity.
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I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone...
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
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Simon Tamm-"How do I know you won't kill me in my sleep?"
Malcolm Reynold- "You don't know me so I'll say this once, if I kill you, you'll be awake, you'll be facing me, and you'll be armed."
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
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Simon Tamm-"How do I know you won't kill me in my sleep?"
Malcolm Reynold- "You don't know me so I'll say this once, if I kill you, you'll be awake, you'll be facing me, and you'll be armed."
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
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>> No please, I can't digest milk!
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