Tell Me Version 1Untitled (8/19/2002)Tell Me Version 1
Tell me, stranger, what you see When you dismiss me with your eyes. It took too long for you To not have noticed me, So I'll assume you aren't Too fond of the way I look. Is it the way I put on The years this morning? I tried not to mismatch them, But in truth I had other concerns. Maybe it's the heartbreak that's distasteful. Did I smudge it? Is it running down my cheeks? I know despair isn't Everyone's cup of tea, But I've been told it's my shade, And I guess it just matches me.
Farewell to GoldfishFarewell to Goldfish (7/22/2002)Farewell to Goldfish
Would names have made the passing any easier? I know they would not make my grief less. I would be now saying goodbye to Bob and Jim and Jeff, or something equally inane, Instead of goldfish. Orange-gold shimmers are not men, But don't fish feel too? I wonder what your souls were thinking As I sent you on your way Down that most ignoble pipe To your final resting places.
Who were we to say you'd be better off Being taken from your sick and dying brethren To a life of going nowhere and eating fla
Words of My SoulWords of My SoulWords of My Soul
Turn your face to mine so you can see my lips and my eyes while I speak to you.
For once don't listen and find the beauty that you think you see in my words, but see my soul dancing behind them.
Don't frame my phrases in your mind's crystal gallery and repeat them to yourself with eager, whetted lips.
Think on the words I can't find, not the poor substitutions I used instead, and feel what my heart told my tongue.
For that is why I spoke, not the echo of my own words, but the kee
Cruel Shackles of FateCruel Shackles of FateCruel Shackles of Fate
She's helpless there, Wrapped in an impenetrable cocoon of misery, Curled up around her roiling emotions, The tears and I-love-you-goodbyes, And venom of the night's chosen nepenthe.
Her knight stands in the dark, Exhaling his emotions as best he can In blackly impotent clouds of haze, A back turned on the pain of a girl he cares for And the pain of a man who doesn't know what to do.
He watches them both from outside, Ensnared by binding loyalties That hold back his straining heart, Unable to help brother or desired
Athleticism in a NounAthleticism in a NounAthleticism in a Noun
She lets out a sigh as she walks aimLESSly down the halls.
Her frantic eyes jump from left to right. Even with delirious movements, She still wanders back and forth (and back and forth) a l o n e. To think that someone is waiting for her at the end of the corridor...
t h ink a gain.
Still searching.
Someone...
...anyone?
Her head lowers. Nothing special.
No one // nothing you could really
t a l k
Only Silence
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The FdC Studio
Gloria Patri et Filio et Spiritui Sancto
( I'm saying this now because I don't know if I'll have time later.
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The FdC Studio
Gloria Patri et Filio et Spiritui Sancto
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The FdC Studio
Gloria Patri et Filio et Spiritui Sancto
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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The FdC Studio
Gloria Patri et Filio et Spiritui Sancto
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The FdC Studio
Gloria Patri et Filio et Spiritui Sancto
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nothing
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