

blender of daysJuly 8th, 2009.blender of days
Or is it July 9th? The days blend together now, more than ever. Each day is like the last, some holding up to their twenty-four hour value while others seem to only go for an hour before shutting the door. Sometimes, the years go by just the same. I cant remember Kindergarten only the room I was in. I cant remember Third grade except I hated my teacher. Fourth and Fifth grade intermingled together I cant tell what happened when. I just remember playing on the computers when I had the chance.
Nobody remembers 2007. As far as the world was conc


tone death.The phone was off the hook, dangling from its pedestal only a few inches off the floor. The dial tone coming from it was echoing through the room, with the creaking of the weak fan consistently made the room seem just a little bit more alive - but only for a split moment. The rest of the room lay silent. There was notes spread across the floor, some torn, some not. The desk had an unopened pack of cigarettes laying dormant, waiting to be shuffled around and opened to reveal their scent and hidden agenda. The rest of the room was black - it had fallen asleep.tone death.
Earlier, He had stood up on the only chair in his room and secured the n


EFD: I: March.I : MarchEFD: I: March.
My alarm clock was sounding off atomic bomb warnings when I had woke up this morning. My dimly lit room rolled over my eyelids as I reached around with my hands in agonizing discomfort. I rolled my hands along the bedside table and finally hit the clockwork box that I keep around; no matter how many mornings it brings me to deal with. I looked at my watch under one of my eyelids. Eight in the morning Im still deceased for all I care. I kicked my bed sheets off and laid there for a little bit more; long enough for the cold air to flow into my skin.
I closed the door behind me as I walked o


EFD: Epilogue : A Shortcoming.Epilogue : A Shortcoming.EFD: Epilogue : A Shortcoming.
The autopsy contained no cause of death. The three bullet wounds located in his abdomen along his spinal column were not enough to kill him, nor the stab wound located right above his heart. His body just lay there, motionless, with his eyes wide open. His eyes a green center with a blue halo forming a silver complexion within them were noted to be the most beautiful held by any person they have seen. His hands and legs were spread outward, but his right hand was clenched. He didnt hold a death grip, as those can be dismantled No, this grip was much more than that. He was
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If death is the answer to love's mysteries,
Then bleed on my darling to the sound of a dream
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I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all. ~Richard Wright
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Live your life in such a way that when your feet hit the floor in the morning, Satan shudders and says...
"Oh shit...the Bitch is awake!!"
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
Thought I should start writing again. We'll see how that goes. Anywho. Thanks
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If you want to lie with me
You're going to be a liar....
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thePetya
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If you're photographing in color you show the color of their clothes - if you use black and white, you will show the color of their soul. - Author Unknown
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Paintball and Deep Purple, hell yes.
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