Jesus christ that took a while to write.


Taken for GrantedMany have sought it, yet none have or will find it. It is impossible to understand and futile to even try. You may exclaim that you have it within your grasp, for your control and only yours, but alas you do not; it is forged inside a dimension of demons and creatures that see through the numberless angles of time and space, seeing each branch of every decision. No being in any universe will ever or ever has matched them. It was Given as a gift, from those within that Dimension of All, who deem mercy upon this universe; only for it to be taken for granted, and destroyed.Taken for Granted
Life, is what many call it.


From DarknessThe air smelled of sulfur and the darkness pulsed like a heartbeat, I knew this setting all too well. Blackness, as dark as the very void itself, settled on the town. One by one, the candle-lit light posts that this rustic village thought would protect them were smothered by the encroaching wave of Black. As the wave silently crashed around me; I could feel its presence stalk me. I finished my litany of Light, but as of all times before it never came. The sun had finally retreated, ignoring my chants, behind the centuries old buildings and the Dark was cruel enough to leave the last light on me. The halo of flickering candle light halted unnaFrom Darkness


Well here i AmWell here i Am Coldness creeping In Blackness flooding my Realm.Well here i Am
As Earth consumes the sun.
the Canvas Fills With light from Stars that are dead and dying with Color that is beyond your Spectrum.
the Paint Fades.
That strange Thud stopped.
The sound of Silence.


RainI have always loved the rain. It has always washed away my raw emotions Leaving me with a tranquil mind.Rain
I was never afraid to be high in a tree during a storm. The lighting always hit, but never me, The thunder echoed across the landscape. The rain drenched the land giving life And taking it too.
But now with my chest torn asunder And my left leg blown in two, The rain falls upon the field Washing the blood into streams
And eroding the pain from my bones. The thunder echoed in my mind
Deafening me to the world outside. The lighting sear

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Mistress Stalker Kitty of her beloved Flying Demon Monkey of Oz
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"A work of art is the trace of a magnificent struggle." -Robert Henri
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Mistress Stalker Kitty of her beloved Flying Demon Monkey of Oz
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Why is delivering things by car called "shipment" while delivering things by ship called "cargo"?
Tell *priteeboy today to get your Free emoticon stress balls
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I find myself alone, again and again, and yet still I naively hope this nightmare will one day end. ~ Crys ~
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If retards could fly, this place would be an airport...
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm due for my next flight
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If Prometheus was worthy of the wrath of heaven for kindling the first fire upon earth, how ought all the gods honor the men who make it their professional business to put it out? ~John Godfrey Saxe
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