Following In This Storma golden blossom on the apple treeFollowing In This Storm
gliding through the prejudicial genocide of adholesence petals always portraying the image of perfection yet pollen stings the senses of those innocent and the thorns of your stems cut the wrists of untitled infidels lustrous selfishness personifying your own fate a prisoner in your own cell block with bars of empty bottles and walls of crimson tears heart made of screws and nuts masterminded plot in corrupting souls a demon of unreal character a puppet in the master\'s hand
moving to the beat of his music no soul nothing b
Followera golden blossom on the apple treeFollower
gliding through the prejudicial genocide of adholesence petals always portraying the image of perfection yet pollen stings the senses of those innocent and the thorns of your stems cut the wrists of untitled infidels lustrous selfishness personifying your own fate a prisoner in your own cell block with bars of empty bottles and walls of crimson tears heart made of screws and nuts masterminded plot in corrupting souls a demon of unreal character a puppet in the master\'s hand
moving to the beat of his music no soul nothing b
Lonely Butterflya butterfly resting on my finger solitary wings flustering in the calm breezeLonely Butterfly
no destination no isolation where am i going with my life? dont know dont care living on the air of the mountain
breathing with the beats of my music all the amenities of life and all the pain to accompany it the taste of blood remains like the scar the doctor could not fix empty handed i stand here nothing to give nothign to take all i offer is a new vision a different way to look at your life i can only illuminate the path you have to choose which ro
Sailing Upon this open seaThis gentle melodySailing Upon this open sea
rocking my world as i sail along the sea guided by your divine light
forever seeing radiance in your eyes vibrant eyes
color unspeakable influence infinite
sailing on this open sea sailing on my open heart open to you the current so calm gliding along
feeling of silk warm hands to hold lucious lips to kiss graceful body
to wrap in my arms
the flavor in our kiss a striking jasmine the taste of us joined as one gorgeus
alluring fragrance &n
my thoughts unfoldedI've gone through to much to back out now, not with everyone there so what if i cant understand my own mind it's not liek everyone atmy thoughts unfolded
every point in there life was... i just keep thinking about it and im tired of hiding, hiding from that day i knew i couldnt trust myself anymore, the day he touched me and it made me cry and
somehow i kept pushing it until it got to much to bear but he doesnt even noticed i drop subtle hints and he still stands there touching me with my legs aching from this position " im tired can we stop" ah it hurts why does he have to do it like that? i'm sure it could be &
Devious Journal Entry
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“A man who was completely innocent, offered himself as a sacrifice for the good of others, including his enemies, and became the ransom of the world. It was a perfect act.”
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Please visit my gallery you too! I'd feel very honored
God Bless and enjoy life!
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Praise God Always!
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Praise God Always!
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Apart from Him, naught. C:
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
Random Deviant
I appreciate your encouraging words
Take care!
Also, when I first started writing "100 Ways to Die", I didn't intend for it to be humorous. It's just that many of the people who read it interpreted it that way. Then it just sank into my mind that I should actually try to make it funny, and from there, things got even more confusing.
As much as I like to hear how people enjoy it and think it's funny, I appreciate the other comments about how some things don't fit or make sense or whatever.
The idea of "staying ahead of the game" came to be one of her reasons to end her life was just to make it a change of pace from the usual "my life is a living hell and I want to end it all" reasoning for suicide. Besides, it's fiction, had I actually believed that, I would have killed myself in Disney World on the band trip my freshman year (really bad inside joke).
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Carpe diem, et carpe noctem, sed non carpe me piscem!
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