gah2agaghfq2I have no time for this website
or the things that used to keep me sane.
There are a lot of talented people on DA and I was fortunate to come across many of them; keep it up you guys. You're all great.
I won't be on here at all anymore.
So farewell.
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Enter.ExitEnter fear. Well I’m an explorer of sorts Searching for bodies and mountains and minds that you haunt Because you see, all the other ghosts have visited But I’m still waiting for you to reach out from my skull So set me off into the seaEnter.Exit
And we’ll sink like stones in your body Like clouds vanishing
Like winter entering And October was late this year But she didn’t care About the autumn leaves Yearning to fall into the life of a phoenix Reincarnated in spring Because now the worlds out of key But your voice is still in perfect harmony
by ~worlds-collide
1 Minute.Well, my words haven't come out as thoughts lately And I speak only in book spines, a language no one else seems to comprehend And the pretty little dolly eyed figure hovering over me Has turned into a shadow, like they always do. While red wrist bands constraining you to one idea and one theory leaves your tongue torn and dry monochromatic minds won't satisfy anyone. Well, now I see metallic faces on glass parchment, and I don't know what I'm saying anymore let alone thinking So don't expect me to let you in, like the others It's my turn to leave. It's my turn to leave.1 Minute.
by ~worlds-collide
You Were Always so FickleBut I want more than this. I want more than what can be said or written or drawn out. I want more than ink blotches on parched pieces of our source of oxygen. I want more than smudges on our fingers from trying to create the perfect sense of depth. I want that depth to be real, and flowing, yet all I can actually say sounded so much better in my head. Even if you scream it, or I hear it ripping through your skull waiting to escape, it just wont be the same. And I swear I’m trying to get rid of these old habits but then there I go again. I want to feel something, breathe something, see something, when I burst through these broken window pYou Were Always so Fickle
by ~worlds-collide
JesseKeep in mind that the sound of your thoughts racing And the way your smile hangs elegantly on your face Gives you away You’ve always been one to dream big, But you’re now realizing the 3,000 miles between You, me, and a real conversation has exceeded your limit But the secrets kept in the corner of your eyes have grown on me And as your staring at the sun and listening to the stars I swear I’ve never felt more alive The stains on your sleeves are fadingJesse
Just like the fragments of our theory Ive concluded that seeing any emotion spill out of your body
Woul
by ~worlds-collide
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- Current Residence: california
- Interests: interesting people, art, photography, music, painting, writing
- Favourite movie: Brick, American History X, Almost Famous, Fight Club, Requiem for a Dream
- Favourite genre of music: classic rock, indie, alternative
- Favourite artist: Norman Rockwell, Alex Pardee
- Favourite poet or writer: Bukowski, Ginsberg, Kerouac
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On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero (Fight Club)
<Born Free, Live Free, Die Free, Die Better>
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I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten-thousand stars how not to dance... E. E. Cummings
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I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten-thousand stars how not to dance... E. E. Cummings
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I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten-thousand stars how not to dance... E. E. Cummings
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