November 2012
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The Tyger
Tyger Tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
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June 2012
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November 2011
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Need a therapist. Badly.
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What I Don't Say I Write: The Darkness You Shed →
andthesongbirds:
I’ve become the dark side of your life, secrets in silence
Hurried breaths and empty shadowed hallways
Quick glances behind us, rushing blood, boiling lust
Better than you, I think not. Worse than what you deserve, of course.
You will move into the light, I’ve pushed you hard enough
And you…
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“Perhaps I should not hope to convey in mere words the unutterable hideousness...”
– H.P. Lovecraft (Dagon)
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“He who despairs of the human condition is a coward, but he who has hope for it...”
– Albert Camus, who would be 98 years old today.
He was a French author, journalist, and key philosopher of the 20th century. In 1949, Camus founded the Group for International Liaisons within the Revolutionary Union Movement, which was opposed to some tendencies of the Surrealist movement...
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Ich riech Blut.
Neverbefore have I been lain a captive of its quaint insidiousness. Forthwith as i lay my sight on its singularity as it winds down my pallid flesh, I find myself incapable of evading its elusive obscurity.
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Revelations
A touch of ecstasy as i float in the pool of my own misery,
A crack in my mask of sanity,
Drops of crimson rolling down my wrist
My innocence forever lost in the cradle of purgutory.
A speck of dust holding the far reaches of multitude,
A glimpse of madness lurking in the eyes of my innocent profanity.
The eternal flames of oblivion scorch the dauntless abyss of my forsaken thoughts,...
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Dawn
As the sun of existence dawns over the new member of society, Jimmy. The infant is showered with love, affection and loads of goodies and is expected to become a productive member of society even before he learns to say ‘ma’. Sweet isn’t it? Growing up in a world when you have to bow down to injustice and monopoly because ‘this is the way the world is’. The rich and influential parents would do...
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Prologue
Everyone has one person who with them when they’re wasted or when they need a ride or when they’re just lonely. Everyone has one special person who can make sense of their life. Not me.
I’ve had friends and I’ve had great friends. Friends who could rely one me whenever their car broke down or when they needed to ‘talk’. Everyone likes me. I’m a...
“By undue profundity we perplex and enfeeble thought.
- Edgar Allan Poe”
– The Complete Edgar Allan Poe 