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BreakThe Sentence, the Plea, and the Statement   
I am just a man of clay,  configured by the words you say;  released by the hands that prey,  to break another mould.   
I am just a man of stone,  enveloped only by sun shone:  hard to crack, to love, to change,  I am completely alone.   
I am just a man of paper;  malleable fodder for the Great Shaper  released by the prey to burn.  Released by the prey to burn.   
Break this cycle, break this rock;  set this paper aflame.  Twist this clay to dust and debris.  it is yours to maim.   
Brea Break
by ~godatesomesatan
Malediction Addiction
by ~godatesomesatan
Cloud ElevenI fell down today  It was strange, insincere  Like someone did it for me  But gave me the credit  Cited me as the primary source   
It was the strangest thing,  And I don't even remember it  All I know is that there are bruises on my knees  They can't be from praying  No, I only pray to myself  I don't need to kneel for that   
I look at these bruises and I wonder  What happened,  Did I trace a linear path  On a spiral staircase, pace it  Space it linearly  Face it,  But fall down?   
This must be it  The revelation  The moment o Cloud Eleven
by ~godatesomesatan
DreamerDreamer   
I shall be happy in an unending bliss;  lost in the contention, i shall find it amiss-   
the most lethargic of hedonism-  and embrace such virtue.  You're sublime in your righteous quietus,  and shall see the end through and through.   
I will spill from the veins  of the wretched, abyssal ghost,  as he becomes such, as such,  and his blood becomes the host.   
The ending is the beginning,  and ends as the bread is taken;  his pure blood will spill,  and thy lips shall entreat Sin.   
Spire in your spine, and  Sword in your sou Dreamer
by ~godatesomesatan
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Yin Yang Magistrate of Mars

Devious Info

  • Current Residence: frozen wasteland
  • Print preference: I don't buy art. Only the inartistic and communal buy art.
  • Favourite movie: Repo! The Genetic Opera, Fight Club, The Illusionist, and Reservoir Dogs
  • Favourite band or musician: Lamb of god, Coldplay
  • Favourite artist: the unrefined subconscious entity within me
  • Favourite poet or writer: orson scott card
  • Operating System: 7
  • Skin of choice: bears
  • Favourite game: runescape, you heard me
  • Tools of the Trade: Tragedy

Arkham

Sat Nov 14, 2009, 2:47 AM
  • Mood: Bemused
  • Listening to: Starting Over - Korn
  • Reading: Wyrms by Orson Scott Card
  • Watching: The words fall into place
mhm. We belong there.
anywho.

I'm currently in the process of revising the layout and content of this page. I'd like it to reflect a more developed side of me, and we all know that's going to be a long and harrowing work of, ideally, progress

as in my maturing.

But basically, I'm scrapping all my work that's not written to the best of my ability
I'm scrapping all work that isn't representative of my current views, or work that is ineffably definable as "emo" without luster
I'm scrapping all work that is obviously an attempt to seem more intellectually developed than I was capable of seeming when I created it
I'm obtaining snippets, fragments, ideas, concepts, stanzas, and so on, from other websites that feature me, regardless of the websites' respective status, ie. [link]

I'm reworking the aesthetic value of the facade

hopefully this won't take 6 months

intermittenly, please take part in your own education, even if it's only about an angsty 19 year old, and read my gallery.

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I don't care if the map to my soul is written in crayon, it's not yours to tear apart.

"I've prepared the molotovs, the dynamite, the tripwire, it's all go, Captain, just waiting for the word."
But you are not the captain, dear reader, you are the cities. You are the countries. You are the non-aggression boundaries. You are the interstate. The highway, the carpet, the sky. You are the canvas and my soul is the pallet.

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:icondastotenkopf:
~dasTotenkopf Dec 30, 2009, 5:03:12 PM
thanks for the favourite on "Not Where She Died..." and watch!

--
I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That's my dream. That's my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight... razor... and surviving.


“Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!”


Acta est fabula...
:iconlousea:
~Lousea Nov 11, 2009, 3:46:56 AM
Did you check out mobil yet?
:icongodatesomesatan:
~godatesomesatan Nov 11, 2009, 4:44:24 PM
couldn't find it. settled for RAceTrac

--
The only true power one might possess is the truth.
In you I've just confided the summarily succinct speaking of death for humanity.
:iconlousea:
~Lousea Nov 12, 2009, 5:43:30 AM
You have got to be kidding me. It's literally on the corner at the huge ass main intersection of arsenal. It goes in a circle. Mobil 1st corner, second church, third rite aid, 4th chinese/tanning/nail place.
:icongodatesomesatan:
~godatesomesatan Nov 14, 2009, 2:50:21 AM
Einstein reportedly couldn't find his way home from highschool

all hope is not yet lost

although, I tried to find it again

what street is this? Next to the interstate junction?

--
The only true power one might possess is the truth.
In you I've just confided the summarily succinct speaking of death for humanity.
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