unseendrunken clouds, bitter sky hiding us from unseen eyeunseen
shielding us from outstretched hand lead us to another land
speaking tongues we've never heard making sure true sight is blurred
you take us from hope-ridden beds though we cry, none turn heads
though we fight, you've surely won sucked out the joy, left no sun...
nowadayssuch "arteests", such visionaries pilgrims of their time; painting berries bright canary and dying oranges limenowadays
would nowadays be spat on kicked, down, to the floor; called a fag or fairy spawn, left unpainting evermore.
Roach Chpt. II: ExplanationsChpt.II : ExplanationsRoach Chpt. II: Explanations
[A]"He's gone." the gangly boy whispered. "Shh!! I can't hear!" I snapped. He shut up for a total of two seconds. "I'm telling you, he's gone," he sat up, looking back. "See? He's gone." "Get down!" I grabbed the collar of his shirt and slammed him into the plums. He winced, rolling away from me. "Ouch! What the hell was that for?!" He snapped. "Look at what we're lying on. A bed of plums. Do you think there's a way to get from the kaboose to the engi
escalatorspeaking words that i can't find; singing soft as i lose my mindescalator
riding an escalator straight to hell;
happiness dying, toll the bells
bringing me lower than my lowest lows;
when it will stop, nobody knows
the twang of guitars paired with violins and a martian voice save me from sin;
yet i'm still going lower, so i try to run back but running up escalators will make you crack
so it's only a matter of simple, swift time before funeral bells do start to chime
not for me, no; you see- happiness is gone, i guarantee.
The MetamorphosistsThough but a worm, she metamorphs With body slain in chrysalis, She rises in angelic bliss And sets her course for gardens NorthThe Metamorphosists
But streaking silver on a wind Allows her prism eyes to see The twisted grubs below, who feed On suppers of sulfuric sin
The brimstone burns in bloated worms No refuse they refuse to gnash And in their blindness wade through trash - The waste in which she, too, once squirmed
With outer shell now pierced with grief So sharp, her heart it apprehends And summoned groundwards, she descends To offer amethyst rel
Midnight SnacksWhen noses run a stiff-arms race When teapots pop up in their place When faxes feed your baby's face You know you're where you areMidnight Snacks
When Babe Ruth goes the Milky Way When Ursa majors at Green Bay When Bono rides a twinkle ray You know you're seeing stars
When camels paint their pepper toes When Santa loses all his hoes When José runs his favorite hose You know you've gone too far
Claim MineTwo suns before tomorrow's rise Imagination could disguise Your head and mine, yet never lie Because the make-believes were free to tameClaim Mine
Two moons from yesterday's appeal Our shrouds will fail to keep concealed Benighted cheeks to turn and steal Away like bedlamites with craven names
Two earths remain until the skies Allow us room to overfly Then with a twinkle, with a sigh, Extended palms will stroke the world reclaimed
losing touch
Tired
I'm so glad you enjoy R2 8D
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-Alucard: What is the problem, my sweet, emo flower!?
-Vincent: You never call me any more! And I made you waffles!
~PureVenem 'n me.
...Yes. That be FF-VII Vin and Hellsing Alucard :3
It's fantastic, how could I not? 8D
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Give Peace a Chance.
...
*cough*
I mean...
Thank you D////:
Seriously, I'm so glad R2's being appreciated ;^;
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-Alucard: What is the problem, my sweet, emo flower!?
-Vincent: You never call me any more! And I made you waffles!
~PureVenem 'n me.
...Yes. That be FF-VII Vin and Hellsing Alucard :3
haha.
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Give Peace a Chance.
--
-Alucard: What is the problem, my sweet, emo flower!?
-Vincent: You never call me any more! And I made you waffles!
~PureVenem 'n me.
...Yes. That be FF-VII Vin and Hellsing Alucard :3
--
-Alucard: What is the problem, my sweet, emo flower!?
-Vincent: You never call me any more! And I made you waffles!
~PureVenem 'n me.
...Yes. That be FF-VII Vin and Hellsing Alucard :3
--
Give Peace a Chance.
--
-Alucard: What is the problem, my sweet, emo flower!?
-Vincent: You never call me any more! And I made you waffles!
~PureVenem 'n me.
...Yes. That be FF-VII Vin and Hellsing Alucard :3
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Give Peace a Chance.
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