~AThousandLies
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PursuitLong has the pursuit of understanding been a noble goal, And longer still the opposition to such. As a naive child I began my quest, Now I've learned the eventuality of human nature. Scars cover my once shining heart, Uncertainty and darkness cover my eyes. Hope has become just a word, Resistance and ignorance have become my reality. Through understanding I hoped for many things, Now I just try to survive. Post-Modernism, Commercialism, Terrorism, Fanaticism, These are but a few of the words that cloud my view. The sky, once a wonderful hopeful blue, Now is pollutedPursuit
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Delineate the MasqueradeBegin with the shadow Of a woman’s face entwined With an accessory that weaves her Through the dance the glides inside.Delineate the Masquerade
Sketch out sweet, sweet nothings, Between the stranger and the mask, Weave in the enchanting lies Apres la dernière danse. Theatre mask belonging To a velvet lacquered stage,
Hides the serpent and his queen As they dance among the sage. Illicit artist draw us As we waltz in through the doors Forever in each others arms Forever is no more.
by ~Lucky14
Stupid Enough to DiscussFist of flesh and eloquence Funereal bone, Psychosomatic willow tree Narcissist on loan.Stupid Enough to Discuss
by ~Lucky14
Prima FacieSwathed in elaborate folds of white lace and the demoralizing tranquillity of the vestry, Sofia wrung her faultlessly manicured fingers, irritably linking and unlinking her hands in disconcerted fury. In spite of the despondent air Caleb’s disappearance had submersed her in, Sofia's innocent demeanour remained seemingly intact and the smile refused to fade from her lips. The harmony of the choirboys accomplished chorus reached an insinuating crescendo, their rehearsed Latin words extending through the carved rafters, to the points of the sculpted arches, scaling the stone floor and descending to the crypt. The stifling emotion of theirPrima Facie
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- Current Residence: England
- Interests: Performing illegal and unnecessary operations
- Favourite movie: Sleepy Hollow, TNBC, Se7en, Butterfly Effect, PotC, Edward Scissorhands, Drop Dead Fred, TheCrow, AI
- Favourite band or musician: Dir en Grey, Brand New, Miyavi, HIM, Nine Inch Nails, Placebo, Kyo, Babyshambles, The Libertines
- Favourite artist: Tim Burton, Edward Gorey, Jhonen Vasquez, Don Hertzfeldt and Nanten Yutaka
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allan Poe, Stephen Fry, Spike Milligan, Paddy Mounter and Oscar Wilde
- Favourite photographer: Jeffery Scott
- Favourite style of art: Macabre, sketchy, dark and humourous
- Favourite game: Mario Paint, Yoshi's Story and Yoshi's Island
- Favourite gaming platform: N64 and SNES
- Favourite cartoon character: Spike Spiegel
- Personal Quote: I like beans.
- Tools of the Trade: Right hand, pen, pencil, paper, mouse, keyboard, Photoshop 6.0, Open Office Writer, Image Ready
- Email: barrylefthanded@googlemail.com
- MSN: barrylefthanded@hotmail.co.uk
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I occured to me earlier that shifting everything over was a little extreme for not liking the name 'AThousandLies'
but if I'd kept it I would've gone quietly insane
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So here we are again....what have you to say for yourself?
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Eburne is a timelord.
Madame-Oshare is a timelord, too.
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Never ask a P.R. man for the truth and never shake hands with a gynecologist. These are basic professional rules.
Senito aliquos togatos contra me conspirare...
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Eburne is a timelord.
Madame-Oshare is a timelord, too.
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But just then my knees give under me.
My head feels weak and suddenly,
it's clear to see it's not them but me
who's lost my self-identity.
and I hide behind these books I read
while scribbling my poetry
like art could save a wretch like me
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Where's the kid with the chemicals?
YES!!!
Congrats!!
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.:SoHereIAmInLondonTown:.
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