A simple goodbye and the end would have done just fine. You will all have to forgive my complexities.
It's really over now. Goodbye and The End.


Paper CupsPaper cups.Paper Cups
She could drown or melt
or burn away in a yellow and red flame as long as he could go with her.
He would push a bullet through her skin and then do the same to himself as long as they were going to the same place afterward.
He was seeing the world through a rose tinted paper cup with her picture fastened to the bottom.
The picture burned away, turned his paper cup to ashes. The flame put out by his tears, left smoldering on the ground as he pulled another paper cup out of the b


our dream their realitythere is a place where the sun rises in the west and the tides come in and out with the sun, instead of the moon. where sadness only stays long enough to remind us of what happiness really is. There, morning glories bloom all day and rain is always warm enough to stay out in. Where people who are wishing and dreaming are simply living their reality. and the nostalgia of yesterdays come long enough to make them smile, yet leave quick enough to keep them going.our dream their reality
a place where people fall in love together at the perfect moment, in the perfect place. a


Backyard Blissand the blinking starsBackyard Bliss
float around the yard, calling to each other to come.
and the trees they sing, glidding a lovely ring across the breeze's tounge.
as the black and blue mix their hues the earth seems eager to rest.
then the blinking stars
float up past mars and settle softly in the skys nest.
perfection seems reached and nature's no longer breached as it all whispers gently to me
of a feeling that grows inside, one i don't want or wish to hide and for once it is clearly seen.
and as i sl


and it has happened againwith nothing to say and no words left i'm not quite sure how to explain this bestand it has happened again
i want you to know it's not you, it's me and this is the truth this is what you should see
my mind is complicated as most minds tend to be i don't understand why i always flee
you aren't the first you won't be the last i watch the sky and think of the past
it's as vast as what i see up there above me there are many things that still hide on those clouds that pass me by
i've come to a place where i need t


E n n u iENNUIE n n u i
In Ennui                 My pupils are squares with thin slits                 And vision is panorama widescreen,
                That wonderful two-second-non-existent segue
                Into intoxication only about ten beers away,
                Eleven for the sake of sloppy kisses
                And stories for tomorrow.
In Ennui
            &
I hope I see you soon! It'd be fun!
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Mon Dieu! Il se déshabille!!
Qu'est-ce qui est brun et collant? Un baton!
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Happiness is just an attitude.
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Mon Dieu! Il se déshabille!!
Qu'est-ce qui est brun et collant? Un baton!
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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