| Don't judge a book by its cover. |


Music to my earsWho composed life? That incomplete master piece.Music to my ears
Who died and left it up to us to finish it ourselves? It certainly will be the end of us.
Where are the answers to the subject? Plain and simple, right where they started off.
Where are the answers to the counter subject? Messy and confusing, against the previous scale.
Okay, what about the coda?
Straight up, down below. Filled with our emptiness.
Left drained of your right.


Birds of true touchI hear two song birds, Giving each other long words.Birds of true touch
One is the bird of Mountain with the heavenly snow of pure light, The other is the bird of the Fountain with the purity that makes it so white.
One coughs a little in the performance, Now she feels the stares of ignorance.
Blissful lies seem to surprise, But Mountain takes her back to the skies.
Where she can see her river, flowing through him as a harmony. Clearer than any parody of destiny.
But the shiver travels faster than the quaver. This is the feeling that will make her.
| Don't judge a book by its cover. |
by £deviantWEAR| More Seth Nightroad art, pls? |
| There is a lesson to be learnt everywhere but there is also pain to be felt anywhere. There is a shining monster inside our pants while there is a shroud of wet angels beside them. Cowering and huddling as their ego slowly forces their genitals consume each other like the blood thirsty lion that took a dip in the radioactive bath of acid.... We sing the song of praise but we have no faith..... So that gives you the right to claim my joy and life? When justice speaks the truth lies.... The police mans thighs are thicker than pies.... Where the alpha accends the omega decends as the cycle repeats itself forever and ever.... Humans create only to destroy so they may create again to destroy again. But their fate is sealed when the employ their own evil for just a simple bottle of champagne..... Our tears are a crime to humanity.... But there is a time when we must all face reality.... My failure as a human is my mark as a success..... But we cannot defeat the liars who tell us we are blessed.... Only a demon can raise an angel... Soon the dark will come..... The time for talk is done.... |
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screw your mom kyle!!! -by Eric Cartman
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My page at FanFiction.net - TattooAlchemist
My Mini City - Imbocca
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The days pass by and change,
without us even realizing how blue the sky really is.
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Always question authority, always.
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Fiddle dee dee tomorrow is another day!
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Remember, remember the fifth of November
V for Vendetta
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You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star. N.
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Fiddle dee dee tomorrow is another day!
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Fiddle dee dee tomorrow is another day!
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Darth Vader: "My son is with them."
Emperor Paplatine: "Are you sure?"
Darth Vader: "I have... felt him... my master."
Emperor Palpatine: "Strange that I have not..."
ewwww yous nasty dawg. you be DENDROPHILIAC!
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Darth Vader: "My son is with them."
Emperor Paplatine: "Are you sure?"
Darth Vader: "I have... felt him... my master."
Emperor Palpatine: "Strange that I have not..."
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Darkness Veils Your Eyes and Dulls Your Senses
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No Hunter Of The Sky Should Ends Its Days As Prey. Better To Die On The Wing Than Pinned On The Ground.
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Cowards Die Many Times Before Their Deaths; The Vailant Never Taste Of Death But Once
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