I haven't written in a long time.
ArtisticI think that when I cry at fictional stories I might not be doing it for the right reasons.
I might start writing more again. A lot of things have gotten me thinking.
I don't think I've had as many secrets as I do now in my entire life.
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Most Beautiful IncarnationThick, red liquid Familiar to all Everyone has lived Everyone has bled It fascinates some It repulses some It's all irrelevent anywayMost Beautiful Incarnation
On the concrete it flows Thick, red liquid It smelled of old fruit It must have been her perfume
In that instant As the passersby watched The human body cracked open Pulling the petals from a bright sunflower It was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen.
Thick, red liquid Formed a halo around the head Or half, or less Your friend wanted someone to love her.
by ~themainichiouchie
In the EyeI poked myself in the eye for you this time Standard procedure was once the idea I'll throw it off the roof; all, every, each, apiece I have no use for any of your ideasIn the Eye
I could have waited I could have taken a seat I could have opened wide for you
Eyelashes try to catch fingernails --It's an instinctive reaction-- The lens slides and my iris burns My instinctive reaction is to Turn away
Cringing and squirming and Writhing (pronounced like eye; remember)
Just from the feel of it The feel of the color pencil Left undernea
by ~themainichiouchie
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- Current Residence: Las Vegas.
- Favourite movie: Perfume.
- Favourite band or musician: The Decemberists.
- Favourite genre of music: Something new.
- Favourite poet or writer: Jonathan Stroud, Christopher Moore, Charles Baudelaire.
- MP3 player of choice: Decaf.
- Wallpaper of choice: Beatrice of Umineko.
- Favourite game: Silent Hill, No More Heroes, Killer7.
- Favourite gaming platform: SNES.
- Personal Quote: In the name of the fool.
- Tools of the Trade: An iron fist.
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Soy La Reina de Los "Bobs." Dame su dinero del almuerzo.
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sometimes... when I laugh really hard....
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"We live under a vast canopy woven by the ages."
"The air is dangerous, fatal,
Where bouquets dying in their glass coffins
Exhale their last breaths."
Une Martyre, Charles Baudelaire, as translated by William Aggeler
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sometimes... when I laugh really hard....
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Soy La Reina de Los "Bobs." Dame su dinero del almuerzo.
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sometimes... when I laugh really hard....
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