Inquisition upon disgraced alters

Death and Honesty. Or at least an attempt. I'm not much but I might wish I was. I try to play volleyball, and I like to think I improve everyday regardless of however bad I may be now. A classic loser; I just found meaning. You wouldn't think I did But fuck you.

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brainwashed motherfuckers

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and the days off are torture

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i hate phoning you

but i hate it less than phoning anyone else

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Tourniquet

Crank the tourniquet to cut the circulation

Like the hand of god around the neck of civilization

Leaving the arms of millions limp

Ready for the needle 

Remnants of conditioned people

Development is nothing more than decay

Ugly is the head that rears

Pretty is the head that lays

Servile fucking pigs. dormant in your slop

You know no way to cover your mind or position

Think about the ghost of the one you miss the most

Let them flow through the void

Filling your veins with a social steroid

The strings shake and scream

Birthing a new pitch to lace my dream

Helicopter blades. Like whispers

Like whispers

Of something through the blades of time

Running like rivers

Connecting everyones minds. 

So bend those screaming strings

Bend them into tune

Your ear is better than mine

For I’ve transcended time

For I fear no end, I simply slide

From river to river, from mind to mind

And I’ve found no shelter 

Among the fragile minds

They will not hold me

They were never kind.

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Sonnet 1

Who heeds the tolling division bell

Who votes to disassemble dying days

On who's mind is cast the division spell

Who paints fall clouds an ashen shade of grey.

Who rakes the twilight wake of morning

Who's agile tongue winds the clock of doom

Who bans leaves from tree branch without scorning

And who marks the dawn sky with colored plume.

Some speak of a father older than time,

Some whisper a mother older than tree

Some think a number to put us in line

Some say a leader with not reason to be.

I think we all live and die in a day

So learn what you can and be on your way.

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A God That Cannot Die Is A God Already Dead

For tonight, lend me your hand

And I'll be part of you

No need for honesty

When incantated melodies are true

And truth is the reason

We paved this fucking path

Then slandered the meadows

For only growing grass

We have a remote and it is paper thin.

Paper thin, just like the filter in their mouths

And on it they choke

They choke with us.

Bathed in bleach

A mother chokes her son whilst she sleeps,

Her son sleeps on.

A god that cannot die is a god already dead,

An idol to to assume the hole inside our head.

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We the Enraptured, You the Enslaved

It doth weep dogmatic lullabies,

With Liquid Crystal tears.

Viduity embrace us all

With honey tongue, and heart of gall

We hang complacent on the wall

The Kings of nothing adorn their hall

But it is not the first

Nor will it echo last

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I'd rather be treading water in an eternal ocean of dogma than lie sleeping on it's floor.

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Contour the sky not south but north, Let fate be a necessity. For your hands are tied to their blind eyes, Why can't you be everything to me. For now I smile in angst and fear, Near any that are not you.

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Penguin with pneumonia.

For every time thoughts of you trail through my wandering mind, I flood with you. You are profound in me. You are unerasable. Living in the home of my mind you exist as the mirrors that line my conscience. You are reflected at every turn and you haunt me in such a sweet way. I want you at every turn.

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It is archaic, pathetic and indicative of the typical human craving for power to label everything as belonging to a jurisdiction. Fuck the state and protest nationalism. I am not a Canadian I am a progressive human being.

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Ya. We're dangerous.

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Riley is the best and I loooooooove her (:

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Textility is a scourge and these cultures, this culture, our culture that supposedly treasures individuality and free enterprise really just bind us with their fabrics. I can see you choking in your sweater and I see your dress and the way it digs into your viscera. You don't see it and they don't see it but I see it. Fuck it though. I'm just crazy

Me

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leblindmanscharade:

Bang ;3 

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You wont survive this purgatory much longer. Now choose heaven or hell.