Suicide Is Painless"Of course I am. Of course I am, but, do you think I really care? Do you think it really matters? I mean, what's the best thing I could do? even if I could learn everything, it would disappear in less than a milisecond when I died. It would all be snuffed out anyways. Being ignorant is the last hope we have, because the game is rigged so that everything we accumulate: knowledge, companionship, talent, skills, strength,love...especially love...is ripped away from us eventually. The only hope we have is to be cold, ignorant, weak, talentless, and alone, to spite the damned creators of this big cosmic joke. So that when their system finally comes to tear us away from our minds and our bodies and our love, we can turn the tables and laugh at them, spit in their faces and tell them to do their worst."
Newest Deviations
The Spoils of PrideMichael Byrne was sleeping in a ditch. His pants were slightly frayed on one leg and his jacket was littered with multi-coloured stitches; they were the kind of inexpensive clothes that a poor man might buy to try and look classy. It was a cold night in the middle of a cold February. If Michael was conscious he would have wished that he was anywhere other than on the ground somewhere in the heart of Missouri.The Spoils of Pride
Michael had come from East St. Louis where he made a living selling stolen cars. He was fond of making friends with people long enough to borrow some money, most of which he gambled and drank away. He was a tax evader,
by ~all-love-ways
of Gravity and Destiny"At any given point in any major city across North America, 90% of the smokers are 'on their last cigarette'. You can conduct your own survey and your results will be the same. That is, unless you are a woman under the age of 35 with a pretty smile. A pretty smile or big tits."of Gravity and Destiny
This was the bitter conclusion that drew itself in the sand of Jack's head as he shuffled down the dark streets of Minneapolis. He took one hand out of his pocket in order to open the door to a small cafe. He threw himself onto a chair in front of a small table in the corner, his blood itching; crying out for nicotine like a petulant child in need of $10.
by ~all-love-ways
If There Is JoyIf there is joy It has forgotten to breathe Like a crisp cigarette Or green newborn leaves; Destined to shrivel To blacken and bound By fate, to drift From it's perch to the ground.If There Is Joy
If there is hope It's been deprived of it's sight Like rain on a mountain Or a child in the night It haphazardly runs And stumbles alone; Though it fearfully wanders It never finds its way home.
If there is peace It's a false-hearted lie Like a dictator's smile Or a kiss goodbye It is the bleach on the stain That leaves just a
by ~all-love-ways
The Lady of SorrowAs I lie here; awake The Lady of Sorrow ('Tween Her toes yesterday 'Twixt Her fingers tomorrow) Sits perched on my chest Like an an owl perched to hunt And makes love to my pain My heart in her c***The Lady of Sorrow
I writhe and I wince And I begrudgingly pulse Each heartbeat brings pleasure Till she begins to convulse Drags her teeth down my spine Runs her tongue up my veins Till my blood turns to ice And my nerves broken chains
She covers my ears With stained glass hands And I can hear that damned ocean Slowly stealin
by ~all-love-ways
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Is A KissGoodnight Dear ,Is A Kiss
To the generation of self inflicted sufferers
Rising to a pinnacle of hypocrisy at the very top of the mountain of shit
A person is a kiss is a memory is just
A figment higher levels of imagination, fantasty you could bluntly put it. No sharp points, no points at all, a vague line that is not a danger to children under 2 or children over 21. Legal drinking age, legal fucking age, legal age of maturity? No such thing and one wonders why, the eighteenth wonder of the world that exists only in my dreams A person is a kiss is a memory Is a reminder good or bad of a time, a better time, like
by ~deepdownevil
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- Current Residence: Toronto
- Interests: Change, Sustinance, Humanity
- Favourite movie: Pulp Fiction Or The Shining
- Favourite band or musician: Steely Dan, Talking Heads, Metric, Tom Waits, Arcade Fire etc
- Favourite genre of music: the good kind
- Favourite artist: Botticelli, Andy Warhol,
- Favourite poet or writer: Bob Dylan and Leonard Cohen, as well as Rosamund Small and Deepdownevil
- Favourite photographer: can't say i have one
- Favourite style of art: no comment
- Operating System: the only computer I'm aloud to use in my house
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod
- Shell of choice: hmm?
- Wallpaper of choice: no preference....
- Skin of choice: mine
- Favourite game: social interaction
- Favourite gaming platform: again, no idea
- Favourite cartoon character: King Louis from Jungle Book
- Personal Quote: tell me something about it; i've only read it through my eyes
- Tools of the Trade: my fingers :)
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"the little pink-haired bundle of awesome" - =hotaru-sama666
"So this is how liberty dies - with thunderous applause." - Padme Amidala
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