

Shades from withinStaring into the blank void, I live A spectral shadow of dynamic and exotic dimensions Where a whisper Lasts forever And a heartbeat Can fly on eagle's wings a divine nothing of elegance eternity turned empty, and sideways i cannot answer this call For it enraptures me And this breath that never wakes Is lost in the silhouette of dusk a face of miles and the old jukebox still cries at night A soul of streaming silence Shatters perception to a place where God does not exist and eternity is a gentle echo That rouses me from slShades from within


How ClicheHow cliche am I Sitting outside At a beatnik Coffeehaus On the Northwest side Clothes all of black Smoking my lights Writing a poem On the meaning of life How cliche is that? how cliche am I?How Cliche
I have Nietzsche himself Sitting at my side Reading the "weekly" Striped suit-no tie Red Scarf 'round his neck Dark look in his eye How cliche is he? How cliche am I?
How cliche are we to bicker the whys of the soul of the mind of who's more divine? Of our own petty egos written in the sky?
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
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