

Be still my heartMy Heart run quietly Or else we'll have to run freely Since the Monster sure hasn't had his fillBe still my heart
My heart move slower Since we're running away profusely Trying to hide in fields of your favorite flower
My heart crawl hesitant Escaping into this building as we stumble awkwardly This Monster feels closer as if his will we somehow bent
My heart lay dead Cut to ribbons as I stop to join her happily My graveyard fill with hopeful flowers under this rubble


LovebirdsMy heart was once cobweb filledLovebirds
Your feet did enter
The pools of blood were once stilled
Now, it rushes through me
Finally you place a lily of gild
And for a time we were happy
You even had me thrilled
Something that's been out of reach
Then you were killed
And once again pools of blood formed
Soon my soul felt again unfulfilled
My heart felt burdened with the blood
And since my heart you no longer willed
I let the blood out again
I smiled as it spilled out


Life of Frank ch. 5Chapter 5Life of Frank ch. 5
The young man saw a bright light. White enough so he could see nothing else. If he was right about what was happening, then he was happy. The previous day must have been all some post-mortem dream, and he was finally dying. Starring happily at the light, he sighed, then the light dim, and soon vanished, leaving only a veil of darkness.
Then his hopes crashed, like so many times before.
"Thou was leaving this plane, stop it. If thou would to try again, I would torture thee."
Blinking, that was the only thing he could think to do then, until something better came to mind. The darkeni


Life of Frank Ch. 4Chapter 4Life of Frank Ch. 4
"Well, boy?" The amphitheater man spoke, looking at him with the same unchanged face from talking to the 'scum' of the Earth.
It was a few more awkward seconds later that the young man replied, "Your name's Orcado, right?"
"Mr. Orcado, and yes it is. What do you want, boy?"
"I-I, want to..."
"Spit it out boy!"
"How would I, go about telling the people about-"
"Oh, so that's what this is about eh? Well it's good to see people wanting to help bring the message to all these Scum! Here..." Mr. Orcado stepped off the amphitheater steps, "Get up the


InspirationInspiration runs through my veins like adrenaline. It only comes during certain situations, But when I get it, my writing is Constantly improving. Inspiration is one of Many wonders of the human mind, stumping The smartest of people and thorough investigations. But inspiration isn't something you can measure, Touch or study because inspiration is this: Inspiration is energy. It powers our mind to Creative thinking. It allows us to solve Problems thought unsolvable and lets us debate things That seem can't be debated. Inspiration is energy, Powering everyone toInspiration
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Daikon
This is where the heartbeat converges. This is where the key turns. This is where chaos is unleashed. This is where everything started. This is where everything will end.
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"There are many parts of my youth that I'm not proud of. There were loose threads - untidy parts of me that I would like to remove. But when I pulled on one of those threads, it unraveled the tapestry of my life."
--Jean-Luc Picard
Doc I was thinking the other night and I remembered how you said something about how you like to remind people the world sucks with your writing and stuff. I was thinking, you might like to read chuck palahniuk. His writings are really nihilistic, but oh so amazing. So I recommend his books
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Daikon
This is where the heartbeat converges. This is where the key turns. This is where chaos is unleashed. This is where everything started. This is where everything will end.
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"There are many parts of my youth that I'm not proud of. There were loose threads - untidy parts of me that I would like to remove. But when I pulled on one of those threads, it unraveled the tapestry of my life."
--Jean-Luc Picard
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Polen
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"The moon's an arrant thief, / And her pale fire she snatches from the sun"
--William Shakespeare's The Life of Timon of Athens
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I have had so many years of drugging art.
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"The moon's an arrant thief, / And her pale fire she snatches from the sun"
--William Shakespeare's The Life of Timon of Athens
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I have had so many years of drugging art.
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"The moon's an arrant thief, / And her pale fire she snatches from the sun"
--William Shakespeare's The Life of Timon of Athens
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