

A Dream of Death ThroesA wisp of wind and sudden silenceA Dream of Death Throes
As the dust of life And the dew of death Settles upon the ground
A foetus, entombed in the womb Its final fatal throes Unable to defend itself Is pushed from the body, like a disease
The rhythm And rhyme Of life Returns to its regular tune
Broken wings But mended hearts Yet nothing is for sure.
Awake This dream means nothing.


PerceptionThis is just a really random splurge of thoughts and ideas in a semi-humorous rant. Some of the stuff inspiring this has actually happened in the past few days, but even then, if so, its wildly exaggerated to the nth degree and all in good humour. ---Perception
Perspective? See, thats a funny thing. Really, it seems that sometimes that we only know where we stand in this world when we know nothing about it. I mean, lets be honest, things like sex are less complicated when its just the big man and the big woman rolling around making funny movements with their mouths in their underwear, as we all remember
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"Be who are you are, and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those that matter don't mind."
:'D
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With Duty and Service.
K'tan.
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"Be who are you are, and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those that matter don't mind."
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"Lord, what fools these mortals be."
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~Drawing for fun!~
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With Duty and Service.
K'tan.
Careful, at this rate I may end up watching your page
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With Duty and Service.
K'tan.
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