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Phoenix Dawn

_Liminal Rantings_Lips of red, stained Your beauty unsurpassed Fangs white and pure Won't you take me from here Your embrace so sweet as it lifts me Make me a part of your shadow I wish to coalesce into the darkness of your world Wrap me close around your presence I wish to feel the pain, for that is mine deserved Let me drink your vitae as you dine on mine Rain your reign over me, I am yours From kindred to kine Sire me and I will be yours Eternal In your shadow_Liminal Rantings_


Its Relative...Contemplations of Plato Of quantum waves and Plank running rings of Ever concentric circles from Euclid to Euler As Darwain converses in verses With ancestors Bleached white and pearled Forever a memory.Its Relative...
A pattern in the entropy As chaos carves its curved Path through ether and tapestry Of all that was and could ever be To leave in its wake Us Forever changed, like Raindrops fallen from grave above To remain forever congressed To digress, an intricate waltz Of eternal change
We strive to derive The quirks


What If...?The drizzle of precipitate from the skies above calmed his unruly hair. Where once it roamed his scalp, wild and entropic in nature, it now lay down as if to die. Water streamed down channels of brown and black, emerging in droplet form at the tip of clumped strands. The rain was only light, though the clouds overhead would suggest otherwise. It made the evening much darker than the normal summer ambience would have you think; sun and heat absent altogether. The lights on the campus were timer based, and would not be on for another couple of hours. The twilight ambience that ensued felt odd; a liminal space unfamiliar. The walkways thatWhat If...?


Toilet PaperMy name is Marty. Marty Shits-Himself. I'll give you three guesses as to what my problem is and here's a hint, it ain't my weight.Toilet Paper
There are probably three other diseases that would have a clue as to how my life is. First is Bulimia. Second is Tourettes. The last is Munchausen’s Syndrome. I feel for these people the most. In a world whose foundations are built on lies these poor fucks represent a tsunami. A natural disaster over-turning everyone else's lives with their waves of bullshit. Their life is a metaphor for mine.
You know how many bottles of after-shave you go through? And that shit ain't cheap either. &nb
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~`|,~ The Gentleman Buccaneer
~`|,~ I'm a leaf on the wind; Watch how I soar...
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~`|,~ The Gentleman Buccaneer
~`|,~ I'm a leaf on the wind; Watch how I soar...
nice [fake] fangs.
the butterfly effect is coming to the anu bar in a few weeks, i believe.
lucky for you it's an over-eighteen gig.
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carpe diem.
Muse in a couple of weeks tho! <3
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~`|,~ The Gentleman Buccaneer
~`|,~ I'm a leaf on the wind; Watch how I soar...
xx
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carpe diem.
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