~thereaperman
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stamping shoesWhistle Unsettled to the point of nausea Caused a seizure To assume Accepted at noon In the evening All reasons Will become clear Nothing left to chance Breeze past The mass of distractions Waves of afflictions Simmer onwards Have to go forwards So important To get it right In this second Have reckoned On supreme help Requests dealt In equal measure Distinct pleasure Have to treasure This awesome possibility Hold steady As the tide turns Endeavor to learn Where the pieces slotstamping shoes
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whistleTent Still can’t grab this flimsy idea Not clear What it could mean More bad dreams Half expected Depression redirected Back inwards Pushing the limits Of compromise Have revised For this test Wont rest Distracted by lies Facts jumbled Emotions rumble To the same conclusion Desolate illusion It won’t repair Can’t compare To anything else Have dealt With similar issues No good news Related over the phone Chilled to the bone About the realization Of situation Gettiwhistle
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big cameraGave up Engaged in unsightly acts Broken back From bending to appease The disease Insidiously creeping Now needing Some higher guidance Not private To assume no accountability Not pretty To consider sorrow Have to borrow Some scenes Precariously balanced On the ledge Of years behind Can’t resign An integral part of the present A drawing torrent Rushes forth Been caught Thinking and dwelling Emotions swelling To be unbearable Quite fearful Of where to go The ebb and flow Rabig camera
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facility stepsNext hour Going week at the knees Eager to please All an act Can’t be exact In pinpointing The distorting Mix of layers Definite players In some game All quite strange Not aware Acutely care Of what happens Doesn’t matter All irresponsible Dwindling into a coma A loner When in the crowd Been spared The injustice of a repeat performance Declared insubordinate Not impressed Have confessed Guilt on many levels Have had troubles In listening To the people administering Hafacility steps
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- Current Residence: brighton, uk
- Interests: gardening, music, poetry, videogames, smoking and drinking, reiki
- Favourite movie: pulp fiction
- Favourite band or musician: greenday, the offspring, eels, GNR, pink flyod, supertramp, the doors, nirvana, too many to name
- Favourite genre of music: alternative
- Favourite poet or writer: terry pratchet, tom holt,
- Favourite photographer: cartier-brisson
- Operating System: XP
- MP3 player of choice: creative labs
- Shell of choice: spikey ones
- Favourite game: zelda
- Favourite gaming platform: gamecube, snes, gameboy
- Favourite cartoon character: bucky o hare, garfield
- Tools of the Trade: pen and paper, digicam and minidv camera
- Email: thereaperman44@hotmail.com
- MSN: thereaperman44@hotmail.com
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"That is because the English language is my BITCH, and I bend it to my wishes accordingly..." -T
today is full of creativity and great sadness
hows it going?
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out of sight....
Hope to see you there!
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"Stephenie Meyer can't write worth a darn."
- Most sincerely from Stephen King.
So now it's official. ^______^
My journal
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Aka
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Be who you want to be.
"When a heart is willing to love it will find a thousand ways, but if a heart is unwilling it will find thousand excuses"
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You have conquered, and I yield. Yet, henceforward, art thou also dead - - dead to the World, to Heaven, and to Hope! In me didst thou exist - - and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself.
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You have conquered, and I yield. Yet, henceforward, art thou also dead - - dead to the World, to Heaven, and to Hope! In me didst thou exist - - and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself.
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You have conquered, and I yield. Yet, henceforward, art thou also dead - - dead to the World, to Heaven, and to Hope! In me didst thou exist - - and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself.
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Il fight like hell, to hide that im giving up x
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