The Weeping Mother

The LevellerWalking forever Through the forest of night dreams The stars above drip the blood of their Pin prick holesThe Leveller
Branches loom Among the clutching trees Spreading the symptoms of their Illcontent
Shadows flit Massing against isolation Laughing in silent mirth at their Paranoia
The moon watches over all Its single eye sees It sees them live It sees them die
Dying in the throes of The Whitherer
That which consumes them... Undiscriminatory and ambivalent
Never happier
With all my heart...
Devious Comments
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"So fragile yet so devious... She isn't real, I can't make her real" Vermilion ~ Slipknot
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Revenge is Sweet; Dressed in Red
Heh thank you, I guess it shows how smart it is to hold on to hope.
I'm very happy I found my girl, she's my soulmate. Can't wait to get out into the big wide world now that I've got someone to be with.
Good luck with the 'rellies', hope you have lots of consensual fun in a different continent!
Virtual love and excited dancing
Delusion
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Revenge is Sweet; Dressed in Red
I was just telling someone about that entry you posted describing the Pink concert you went to.
Still not in a creative place myself but I'm sure it will click on when the time is right.
I'm off to England Next week with my wife (Moosemama) to see our famdamalies.
Love and silliness, Bunnyfugger
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"No time for the old in and out; I've just come to read your meter"
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I know this song with this one really killer line. I don't remember it exactly, but it slays me every time. -Ani DiFranco
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Revenge is Sweet; Dressed in Red
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Revenge is Sweet; Dressed in Red
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My heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steering wheel.
Captured Dreams
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so as not to lose sight of simple
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Revenge is Sweet; Dressed in Red
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Revenge is Sweet; Dressed in Red
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*98% of Deviants do not know the difference between "your" and "you're". I am one of the 2% that wants to punch 'em!
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xx frankenkitty xx
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dont steal art its petty and pathetice....
if you steal my art, i will beary you so deep the earth cor will fucking insinurate you....
thanckyou and good bey.
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Revenge is Sweet; Dressed in Red
REAL FRIENDS: Is the reason you have no food.
FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs
REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM
FAKE FRIENDS: Never see you cry.
REAL FRIENDS: Cry with you.
FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow stuff for a few days then give it back.
REAL FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget its yours
FAKE FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Could write a book about you and direct quotes from you.
FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds butt that left you.
FAKE FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.
REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say IM HOME!
FAKE FRIENDS: Are for awhile
REAL FRIENDS: Are for life
FAKE FRIENDS: Will talk bad to the person who talks bad about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Will knock the person out that talked bad about you.
FAKE FRIENDS: Would ignore this.
REAL FRIENDS: Will send this to all their friends and hope to get it back!
If you were killed today, Im sorry I wouldnt be able to come to your funeral, because Id be in jail for killing the person who did it.
First, I wanted to let you know that I love you to death & think you are amazing!
Second, if I dont get this back I understand
I have a game for you. Once you read this letter, you must send it to 5 people that you really care about, including the person that sent it to you. If you receive at least 5 back, you are luved
i usualy call my friends perants mum and dad....but i think theyll get sus lmfao
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dont steal art its petty and pathetice....
if you steal my art, i will beary you so deep the earth cor will fucking insinurate you....
thanckyou and good bey.
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Revenge is Sweet; Dressed in Red
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Revenge is Sweet; Dressed in Red
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Revenge is Sweet; Dressed in Red
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Revenge is Sweet; Dressed in Red
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Alyz
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A theory is no more like a fact than a photograph is like a person.
::: Edgar Watson Howe :::
Photograph: a picture painted by the sun without instruction in art.
::: Ambrose Bierce :::
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