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An Unwanted Journey

With eyes set to the far flung stars I took that first step towards the end; my heart heavy and limbs already weary. My only companion an insistently chattering mind, throwing words and concepts I never wished to think of. What was it, he, she; to claim to turn the world and create it anew. What right to set a planet spinning on an eventual course to brightly burning fires in distant clouds of dead star ash. I did not care to know, yet I could hardly keep myself from asking. There must be answers and I must have them.

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Literature

An Unwanted Journey

With eyes set to the far flung stars I took that first step towards the end; my heart heavy and limbs already weary. My only companion an insistently chattering mind, throwing words and concepts I never wished to think of. What was it, he, she; to claim to turn the world and create it anew. What right to set a planet spinning on an eventual course to brightly burning fires in distant clouds of dead star ash. I did not care to know, yet I could hardly keep myself from asking. There must be answers and I must have them.

Featured

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The Wave

Pictures

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Literature

See you in 1.0

I am ONE I am connected . . . CONNECTED And it fades up It's a corner, park and 25th It fades up Cars and people, faced but faceless They all walk past me It fades up I'm standing in my common clothes What some might call wanna be Goth gear But any one else would know As authentic And it fades up . . . CONNECTED And there you stand Were holding hands and its wonderful I hear about your day You hear about mine And we go down the street and into our favorite bar It fades up It's close and low lit It's musty and stinks perfectly of sweat and beer You like it here I like it here We spend the night listening to a "live"

Poetry

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Literature

Her Dark Desire

It stirred in the far corner of her room and in the depths of her mind, dredging up that same rippling fear that all primates hold for the cold blooded and reptilian. The girl was not meant to speak with it, nor was it meant to speak with her, but she was young and naïve and the shadow was old and hungry. The candle light died from each taper of wax and was reborn in is grinning eyes. The light dimmed but now spitting with burning hunger and pointless hatred. What is the color of this night my child? Why do you call something so old and wild? It was the barest hiss of silver winds beneath a shining moon, enthralling and irresistible, i

Stories

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ID 3

Photoshoped

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WTH???

Ts

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Boiling Point

3 deviations
Literature

EX II Revised Profile for Mr. Goodnight.

--BASICS-- Name:  Rodger Goodchild Alias: Mr. Goodnight Age: About 200 though he claims to be in his 40s Gender: Male (Thought technically sexless) Preferred Pronoun:  He Race: Animated Corpse (British) --APPEARANCE-- Height: 6' 6" (7' With his top hat) Weight: Light Build: Bony,as he's made of little else other than bones and a very fine suit. Skin: None, unless you count the bleached white of his exposed skeleton. Hair: None. Eyes: Empty sockets filled with a soft purple glow. Other defining features: He has two additional arms grafted fully to his already existing shoulders. Though shorter than his own – as they belong t

OCs

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School Doodles :2:

Scraps

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