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The Easter Bunny's eggs were first painted in Ukraine which started the tradition for egg hunt
'base_respect'
Like xanax Lottolers...Lotters...Lottoer...Mhh
This is a weird lotto thingy you have here...
I asked this question once,
are thoughts alive?
Well, do you ever have something to says?
A thought impaled deep in your thoughts,
burning poke marks and wanting out
Maybe not ...
Or maybe a curious insight that keeps drawing your attention
like that one lass,
Yes, the one whose eyes you could not stop thinking about...
Yes, the one you kept staring at...
That kind of thought.
Maybe not...?
But you obviously have had those thoughts about life
and love, and friends, and a joke, and your pet...
The thoughts that you cherish
Because they make you happy or nostalgic,
and your heart feels heavy and your feet too and your head too
So you have to get them out
Lest you'll stop moving, or get distracted by her eyes, or have holes poking out of your skull...
So here we come
to lose the pesky buggers...
and like canaries, they fly off.
And look at all the room we've got...my, look at her eyes...Damn!
are thoughts alive?
Well, do you ever have something to says?
A thought impaled deep in your thoughts,
burning poke marks and wanting out
Maybe not ...
Or maybe a curious insight that keeps drawing your attention
like that one lass,
Yes, the one whose eyes you could not stop thinking about...
Yes, the one you kept staring at...
That kind of thought.
Maybe not...?
But you obviously have had those thoughts about life
and love, and friends, and a joke, and your pet...
The thoughts that you cherish
Because they make you happy or nostalgic,
and your heart feels heavy and your feet too and your head too
So you have to get them out
Lest you'll stop moving, or get distracted by her eyes, or have holes poking out of your skull...
So here we come
to lose the pesky buggers...
and like canaries, they fly off.
And look at all the room we've got...my, look at her eyes...Damn!
- Manual labor 21,661
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- Endurance 49,054
how do you guys dot?
revive you artist soul when it shrivels up
and only whispers of words and terrible sketches remain
how do you revive your art??
revive you artist soul when it shrivels up
and only whispers of words and terrible sketches remain
how do you revive your art??
love the art
The silent laugh, an internal joke,
The bliss of silence as you wake up to a new day,
To know that you only have one job for the day
To make yourself smile
All these and more are the unsung pleasures of a loner...
The bliss of silence as you wake up to a new day,
To know that you only have one job for the day
To make yourself smile
All these and more are the unsung pleasures of a loner...
Confusing how the flower of love blossoms and flourishes for some but only seems to wilt for others.
is it that some have no capacity to nurture or is the plant that chooses love choosy.
You may wonder why your flowers only wilt while it blossoms for others
instead I choose to dwell on the fact that in impunity love only chooses to visit some hearts and leaves the others bereft and yearning for a simple concept yet so elusive.
Maybe what i'm saying is...maybe love is fickle
is it that some have no capacity to nurture or is the plant that chooses love choosy.
You may wonder why your flowers only wilt while it blossoms for others
instead I choose to dwell on the fact that in impunity love only chooses to visit some hearts and leaves the others bereft and yearning for a simple concept yet so elusive.
Maybe what i'm saying is...maybe love is fickle
I now see, I know what a star is
A very hot ball of gas far away
Well, i'm no scientist and i care even less for the physics or chemistry in the explanations
I talk for the hearts
For the men who chased their Evangeline and now understand the tragedy behind the glow
She was my dream and the loss of my nights sleep
I looked into her heart and i mourned for all those nights
For i fell in love with the image of my star and not its heat
When I now love birds I wonder aren't we all moths drawn to the fire
Is it a curse for men and moths alike?
Come to me words, of death and the romance encapsulated.
My dearies have you noticed the romance that relates to death?
The need for men to give death an amorous low
Valentine, Romeo, Juliet they would know
of the romance and passion that burn too hot for a mortal heart to withstand
Yes today we talk of hearts and yet i talk of death
for death and hearts are more connected than most would like to admit
I wonder if i'll ever stop wanting what i don't have and want what i do have
*MY INSANITY*
I'm plagued by a pesky thought, a thought of pleasure and pain
one that keeps me awake trying to compound and compress into particular meaning
This thought questions my need for pleasure and pain
I find that once the pains is too great i crave for but a caress of pleasure
and when the bliss starts to numb my soul i crave the pain once more
Would you think this insane? I do
I wonder why she thinks that she needs more pain or he supposes that happiness will heal him
Its quite a fine line to create a concoction of both pleasure and pain that the taste buds sing in bliss and pain
What a delight it would be to tread on the light of the stars and delve into the darkest pits of hell
What wonder awaits the soul that can stroke pain with pleasure and create a symphony so sweet and sour you break and mend ..
My sanity must be in question for that symphony is what i long for...
Such wonder, such bliss, such pain..
Such is the nature of my insane thought
As sadness can at times seem to eclipse all possibilities of happiness, so does joy, (at times). The seeming infinite sadness should not inspire despair instead you should look for the light... I read once that when you find yourself in hell go in deep and to the darkest part and therein you'll find your heaven.
he he you like angels, with their golden wings and silken voices as the sway to ethereal tunes of the universe with stoic eyes and even more stoic hearts with upturned faces that ignore the cry of lost souls that only seek guidance form the guardians...no those kinds are not my penchant, i have a taste for a different type of angel. these do not have wings nor silken voices and all splendor and pomp, They are not of beauty unless you take off your bespectacled eyes and seek their soul. The simple smile and the slight flatter of your heart as they walk into your space the thrill of spending time with them. Those are the types of angels i like...not golden wings but golden souls
who knew that even stars have sharp edges that pierce you and tear at you but like a moth you cannot fly away, too enthralled you come back for one more look, one more touch, one more...and the scars heap on each other until you no longer look the same... you become a rose with all the red dripping off your wounds... and now you become the star to another moth
nice piece, i like how you describe this girl with so much emotion you actually start using contradictions and contrasts but even they cannot truly capture the whole scene in its entirety...the cliffhanger though!!!??
how much sadness should have a heart been through to revel this type of art...sadness is not always a bad thing though, its the fire from which a rational mind is borne and opens the eyes to the real world. I don't know you man but i bet you have quite the lonely heart...
i surmise that Code Geass is good since most have actually listed it among their favs... personally my all time favorite is Tokyo Ghoul, death note and currently i'm on black butler