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HenryI never really liked my blue slippers. They were half a size too small and the soles were so thin that in the winter I could feel the cold tiles on my feet. And they itched. Every time I wore them they itched, and even when I wore my socks, I would have scrapes and scratches all over my toes. That's why I never wore my slippers. I always just carried them around.Henry
My slippers always itched because I took the lining out of them. That way, I'd know that they were mine. If you weren't careful, the crazies would try to take your things. The nurses didn't care about it. They tried to trick you. Just like they did Jimmy. &nb
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LamentWhen I am alone, I see a man Quite the opposite of me Dark and violent, a malicious man A malignant caricature of my intrinsic self His mere presence is a torture to me A burden to withhold, I punish myself for his existence My self-flagellation overjoys him At his whim, he can weaken me Torrents of memories, welling up From the inner walls of my psyche These are his weapons against me Memories of evil deeds, they sicken me Gilding my mind with regret Thoughts of lies and angry words Bore into me with guilt Innumerable fights that I have instigatedLament
by ~DPrim
Shadows on a WallI sit here, bound and gagged Left only with my thoughts And the shadows on the wall At my back, blistering heat From the fires that show Shades of what is realShadows on a Wall
In the cave, I weep For myself and for my brothers, The happy prisoners of their minds How foolish I had been To think that I
Could have shown them the way
To show them the marionnettes That cast the shadow pictures To show them that their world Was fraudulent, just a reflection To show them wisdom That there was much more Than dancing silhouettes
How
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Not So Artificial IntelligenceFor hours, he sat in the dark, hunched over the computer terminal in his vast laboratory. His wizened face glowed with blue neon from the hologram screen he worked at, his gray-streaked hair an eerie electric color. He continued for a moment, his keystrokes silent against the virtual keyboard. Cocking his head to the side, he sat back in his chair, then grimaced as a lightning storm raged in his spine. For a moment, he thought of Elise.Not So Artificial Intelligence
He could almost hear her, "Eramis, you shouldn't sit bent over that computer like you do. You'll pay for it later on."
She had been right about that much.
"Why can’
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- Current Residence: North Aurora, Il
- Favourite band or musician: SIDS
- Favourite genre of music: Folk Metal
- Favourite artist: M.C. Escher
- Favourite poet or writer: Phillip K. Dick
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- Personal Quote: What this world really needs is a cataclysm to reduce the human population to about 100 million
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"From dusk to dawn. That's when we arise.
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Im so green I re-use my toiletpaper
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"From dusk to dawn. That's when we arise.
All souls forlorn, come down from the skies.
We're called the mist by the human race.
But we do exist in a million ways."
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