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The Lonely ProspectThe Lonely Prospect 9-8-09 -------------The Lonely Prospect
It is a terribly lonely prospect, godhood.
Once, long ago by the shooting of time's arrow, I would have been angry. My prejudices, so welded to my once-human psyche that they appeared nothing less than truth, would have overwritten my understanding. My biases grafted over yours. Repainted all of you into mockeries of the flaws I wanted gone.
It is not so now. Now the biases are taken away. Now the mind is truly free, with an airy constitution of which I never conceived. You are simply cr
by ~WeaselMaster
A Nighttime Encounter====================== A Nighttime Encounter ======================A Nighttime Encounter
The monitor glow stings my eyes. I'm writing this mostly by touch; all I see is a hard-creased white blur with bubbles of movement.
This cannot wait.
My name is Nathanaiel Serow. Before this happened I was an engineer. A practical man; I saw the world in right angles and metal fittings. Every day brought a piece into being, created by the imagination and elbow grease of many.
Through all this I believed in only what I could see. Oh, I was r
by ~WeaselMaster
The Arms That HowlTHE ARMS THAT HOWL 9-12-08 By Chris WilliamsThe Arms That Howl
I sit in this tight house, all the windows choked off with tape or glue. Outside, I don't know what's happening. Maybe nothing. Maybe the wind. Half-starved, though I cannot tell whether my stomach turns from hunger or unease.
For I have seen the arms that howl.
I must write down what has come for me, before my hands can no longer hold the pen. Before the paper flutters away. Before any last thought escapes my head and I'm left a husk on the floor, jaw agape, waiting for the entrance
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Blaze of VitriolBlaze of Vitriol By Chris Williams (Creative Credit to Philippe Papirakis) 4-29-06Blaze of Vitriol
Dan Emerson didn't like being in English forests after dark. They were too old; too many stories permeated their gnarled, stoic trunks. Whispers drifted on the mists. Ancient fears brushed over his feet.
His longtime friend and reason for being out in one such forest, Richard Harding, shoveled at the ground in front of Dan, at the edge of the tree line. Rich was one of those guys who'd chase a dollar bill on the sidewalk, even if he saw the string. Anything to mak
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- Current Residence: California
- Interests: Writing, computers, weasels, music, movies, comedy, reality, the supernatural, the ancient
- Favourite band or musician: Nightwish
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe
- Operating System: W2K
- MP3 player of choice: Winamp
- Favourite cartoon character: Calvin (e.g. Calvin & Hobbes)
- Personal Quote: "Set aside reality's bindings to view the cosmic in all minutiae and magnificence."
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A Calvin&Hobbes and Poe fan? what impeccable taste!
a little light reading?
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"I like to think of Ethen as an Etch-A-Sketch. No matter how intricate your drawing is, one fall down the stairs while chasing something shiny and it's all gone." Ctrl+Alt+Del
Flakier then a croissant
*Hug*
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"Yes a heart can hallucinate
If it's completely starved for love
It can even turn monsters into
Angels from above"
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I came
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The moldy ice cream in the freezer seeks revenge on all who eat cheese...
98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
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"So ya my spelling sucks, what of it?"
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'I shall bow no more to the dogs of the Lord tearing at my carcass heart. I shall fall to my knees only at the keyholes of Virtue slipping into bondage masks...'
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