

Help me.Help me I need to get out of this hole To escape from the cage of daily routine Of school and sleep andHelp me.
Bite-chew-swallow education,
Rinse and repeat moodswinging see-saw Read and assimilate and more often than not
Forget, flawed machines that we are I want to look and see, not just listen But hear, something different Something simple Lets run away together Lets throw away our inhibitions and our Shyness, because these are things born of society Lets have an adventure, lets live! Lets laugh at each other with the wind in


Under my skin.BreatheUnder my skin.
a spectrum of colours,
all the way from yesterday
to tomorrow, thinly veiled by my skin.
Listen there is a song waiting in my fingertips a poem caught in the net of my throat pulsing, a heartbeat hidden just under my feet.
Look Its in the walls, now the
ceiling, now swimming in my veins, the ink of every pen, whispering behind each page, leaping through the shock of vertigo standing in the wind one hand on the doorknob.
Taste caged in by glass teeth inside light bulbs
Mika

The more you knowI hate playing with dinosaurs. Common sense would dictate that they would be excellent poker players, as they are incapable of facial expression. I've deduced that when they lunge at you and eat your face, they're displeased, but I don't know if you could call that a facial expression per se. It's like Wild West movies where everybody pulls out a six-shooter, except instead of a gun, it's a dinosaur, and instead of being shot, your face gets eaten. However, I digress. My original point was that dinosaurs should be good at poker, and yet this is simply not the case. Take, for exThe more you know


FateA sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.Fate
PETER. Beautiful weather today. GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm. PETER. [Extending his hand] The name’s Peter.
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Beati Omnipotensque Angeli Christi
I want you and the kids to go hide in this orange while I make a lamp post out of cinnamon buns to buy us time
Visit my gallery
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"The world would be much better if people only used guns on themselves." -Johnny (JTHM)
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If we forget the things we know, would we have somewhere to go?
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red (faces & apologies)
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
okay so wow i'm like deviantart's biggest loser
ahahah
no art, no friends or comments or even a freaking AVATAR!
i'm so ashamed
your profile is the shit though.
lub you :3
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Here it is, your moment of Zen.
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