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Augustine. - Status: Member
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- Deviant since Jun 11, 2006, 9:10 AM
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Whirlwind.These are the effectsWhirlwind.
Of any decision we’ve made so far This is everyone you’ve ever loved Word for word Translated into English For your convenience.
And you’ve called it “over thinking” I’ve never called it a thing It’s never had a language that was appropriate It’s been the tearing at my heart The precursor to the explosion Of the revelation That is to come… Right?
And we don't have poems We don't have sayings To explain anything we've known. We're still naive and still in denial
in Open on 3/15/08
Like a Bird.This is the kind of light that flashes before your eyesLike a Bird.
in six thousand different colours on a psychoactive trip.
You'll never see it Unless every inhibition has never existed Mind-altering substances can be their greatest enemy The anti-mind control device.
This is the burst
and the spark
and all of the consequent chain reactions that occur in everyday life On the subway Under the subway lines A woman throws her life into the push.
This is every word you've never understood Because it was spoken in a language you just about learn
in Open on 3/15/08
Sacrificial Lamb.No mystery In the way your scars heal Bound to the incident My initials focus clear Shred Shred I don't feel the painSacrificial Lamb.
Anymore. I'll love you when Tomorrow doesn't exist Anymore. If you stopped talking to me I wouldn't breathe Anymore. This lover Is still lost In every Decembre You won't stick around for.
in Open on 3/15/08
It was never marriage.I taught you how to sway Bend slightly to the left Moon settling We walked our ways to the cinema Sidewalks abundant Upside down and twisting into oblivion Park benches obstructing Kissing and kissing Wet and dripping.It was never marriage.
Figurative thoughts in a winter sort-of way. Showering incessantly to remove debris Misters and missus Shine your light in the window; And I'll escape. Blinds pulled low Candles burning for hours now. Vocal cords stretching, Pulling to get away.
Bodies melting Finding thier ways Make it to the th
in Open on 12/9/07
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- Current Age: 17.
- Current Residence: The 215.
- Interests: Singing. Guitar. Reading.
- Favourite movie: Fight Club. Cruel Intentions.
- Favourite band or musician: The Decemberists. Mogwai. Sunny Day Real Estate.
- Favourite genre of music: Post-rock. Urban Folk.
- Favourite poet or writer: Elliott Morgason ♥
- Tools of the Trade: Various vegetarian goodies and lots of zoning out.
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Devious Comments
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If it's just a game, then what are we crying for?
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Thanks to jodo for the Metabarons
~Incor-1
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Jeeh .
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Aiming to reach the top, my path is filled with hardships but it only makes the things interesting.
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a.m. (we're still into it.)
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Aiming to reach the top, my path is filled with hardships but it only makes the things interesting.
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=sonicalpha
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I've been broken apart so many times, that the shards have turned to dust, and blown away.
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a.m. (we're still into it.)
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"If a child asks you why it's raining, tell them it's because God is crying. If they ask why God is crying, tell them it's because of something they did."
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pour your heart out.
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For love I'll give it all.
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~what i want cloud, is to sail the darkness of the cosmos with this planet as my vessel
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a.m. (we're still into it.)
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a.m. (we're still into it.)
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