Doc Holiday was one to admire,
To be sick and dying,
Standing proud by friends and
Staring into the faces of enemies
Saying
Fuck you
You will not leave here alive,
Because that is the greatest strength,
To live unflinchinlgly at deaths side
And vomit blood into his face while
Remembering courage like a strange maniac
Refusing to admit defeat.
Posted on May 31st, 2007 by admin
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How can one rhyme in a hopeless midnight of faded masks and fear,
Crawling emotions sickly smoothing out the high peaks of experience and causing a bland overcoat of grundge to smear the entirety of my vision
Of my thinking
Of my who am I being.
What to write when one can’t think but in a supremely logical [...]
Posted on May 29th, 2007 by admin
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I think therefore I am; therefore I think not, I am not; therefore all things that are, think; therefore conscioussness must lie within everything that is.
Posted on May 28th, 2007 by admin
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Could there possibly be a marriage so incredibely pure that the fruit of its union would cause a new surge of understanding to push up the minds of people past their previous knowledge in one great and mountainous protrusion (this image is not an actual and entirely right representaion but the feeling of what it is links up fine to the purpose of [...]
Posted on May 25th, 2007 by admin
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I cannot seem to find one instance of mine ever being educated into the ability to not believe in anything.
Posted on May 18th, 2007 by admin
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Live Free or Die Hard. Oh yea baby. Oh fuckin yea.
Posted on May 16th, 2007 by admin
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Revel West sits parked alone in the dry, hard ocean surrounding a semi-crowded shopping center. Early dusk begins to break as the sun fades slowly across the blackening sky, leaving a reddish-purple haze in its place. Revel looks down at his shaking hands and the weapon of the
US military on the seat next to [...]
Posted on May 16th, 2007 by admin
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I am the biological interpretation and resulting functioning of my interaction with time and place. What if my whole life could be reduced down to some vast and complex equation of destiny. The science of the Prophets? Every action is a predisposed event that is reliant on the interaction of one’s biology with their circumstances. [...]
Posted on May 10th, 2007 by admin
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Coffee sloshes on inside
Spirits flow;
Gut-spinning motion Upwards
Of gravity falling
Onwards
Into the dark fire
The furnace of our birth,
The Smith that smiles
Giving us our worth.
Waiting in movement
For the commanders of lungs
To devour us.
All wheels turn
Fed by the Furnace fire;
The mighty sire
Who is nothing really but
A servant?
Waiting for and end?
NO!
It’s too beautiful!
Far too lusciously populated
With specks and blobs and [...]
Posted on May 8th, 2007 by admin
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