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Mine DysaesthesiaA result of dystocia that now lives in a dystopian societyMine Dysaesthesia
some dysautonomic, some dystrophic
Now suffering dysthymia due to something particularly dysfunctional
Dysphoric,
Dysarthric,
Dysmetric,
Dystonic,
Teetering toward dysorganization caused by dyschrony
a rather unfortunate entity living in this dyslogistic world
this is a hands on study the dysteleology of my miserable existence
by ~whenthemooncriedout
Parade's ParadeTeeter totter side to side Maniacal laughter hand in hand Skip-ah-dee-doo to a hospital near youParade's Parade
Isn't wonderful? Isn't this great? Your finally breaking the worlds you hate. :D
Prancing and dancing Like a hyena cracking Up and down the street you run with fleet feet
On and on and on you go Drunk with a hic and a hic and a hic................ To the ends of the world to the end to the end
Parade! Parade! Extravagance in its wake A walking parody of the world today!
Come and play and sing and sway! Rip your eyes wi
by ~whenthemooncriedout
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but before all that
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besides
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know why?
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by ~whenthemooncriedout
As Told by CoffeeI’m Coffee, an unexpected companion of a cat named Ket. I’m not so sure what I am because I don’t do what Ket does. But what I do know is that without Ket, I’m nothing. He is my only friend after all.As Told by Coffee
Not so long ago, I met with Ket who was still young and spiffy. He had a certain look that no other could have besides me. Ket was full of himself at the time and we had a blast. He’d tell me so much about the fun things he did when he’d leave to explore the world. All of what he said sounded outrageously impossible, but I believed him. He was very sincere to me. At least that’s how I felt. But the
by ~whenthemooncriedout
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| There were things that I needed to do, but couldn't actually accomplish because of this society. So here's the place where I can start chewing up the system. I am one who is tired of the mundane dream that is this reality in which all of us proceed to go about our cycling, repetitive activities of everyday, and I so regretfully say, "life." It is not so much that I hate this existence. More of the fact that our world is becoming dreary and dark of late, no offense intended. If you are offended, then suite yourselves. In view of the past experiences and the ideologies that I have accumulated - not that I could say it is a lot, but nonetheless - I have made a hypothesis; that we are living in a time of developme blah blah blah blah blah TO MY POINT People. Realize that there is nothing more to life than living life, not just living. We aren't zombies or robots in the service of kings and queens. We are living beings. "The sky was once beautiful to my eyes. Now it's just blue and unimportant." That is the impression that I get from people nowadays, but what the heck? Who am I to judge? I am but a man concerned with this almost uncaring world. HAVE I NOT MADE MY POINT? care people. It's the least you can do. |
Devious Info
- Current Residence: 7th circle of Hell
- Interests: reading, writing, drinking, eating, net-gaming, and other things that I think are interesting
- Favourite band or musician: Ludwig von Beethoven, Sitti, Frantz Schubert, Anberlin, LP
- Favourite genre of music: mostly Classical or Bosa Nova
- Favourite poet or writer: Terry Pratchett
- Favourite style of art: charcoal
- MP3 player of choice: iFood
- Favourite game: Company of Heroes
- Favourite gaming platform: a plank of wood
- Favourite cartoon character: INVADER ZIIIIIIM!!!!!!!!!!
- Personal Quote: Bleed to live. Live to die. Die to make a difference...
- Tools of the Trade: A glass of brandy and a working mechanical pencil
- Yahoo: makuro245@yahoo.com
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♫ so if you care to find me, look to the western sky~ ♪ <-- artspice
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Bleed to live. Live to die. Die to make a difference...
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not all things go away with pretty, white pills...
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not all things go away with pretty, white pills...
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Bleed to live. Live to die. Die to make a difference...
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not all things go away with pretty, white pills...
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There's a moment after you cast the die but before it hits the table - breathe wrong and you'll change the way it lands.
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"I must be going deaf"
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