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Care?Ego strain there’s no refrain; all aboard the gravy train!Care?
Whose to say what’s right or wrong, just listen to the propaganda song.
The papers preach individuality but even the blind can see the cloning affect media has caused, everyone follows what’s bright without a pause.
It’s the suit that you wear, it’s in the air but of what’s with out our static shield of radio waves and bikini babes, nobody seems to care.
by ~VanGuru
ClichePull the pin, let it slip. Smack the mag, empty the clip. Bombs dropped by aero-planes, has the world gone insane? An enlightened few try to make it right, takin’ away into the night. The holocaust never ended. War has a will that cant be bended. But even through this strife and pain humanity will always remain connected, the same. Through the darkest nights and blackest days, hope and love will find a way.Cliche
by ~VanGuru
Soaring, a memoir of elationThey had all said that practice made perfect and that hard work pays off: Mom, Dad, coaches, Rich, grandparents, everyone. This day, I was ready to put those statements to the test. It was track states, my own personal D-day, Operation overlord with middle class hormone-enraged teens instead of trained killers. My enemy: that damned yellow bar, perched atop those standards and eyeing me menacingly from six foot six inches off the ground. I could not have asked for a better day to jump. The sky was clear and azure blue, and the sun rained its nuclear heat down from the atmosphere. Regardless of the blaze, I was cool as a cucumber.Soaring, a memoir of elation
by ~VanGuru
WrathThere was something about the way the light reflected off the knife, the sound it made as the slender blade slid across a sharpener, and the feel of the sandalwood grip beneath her fingers. Eliza was held completely enthralled by the implement’s perfection. She marveled at the way the tool became an extension of her arm and she began to fancy, that with a moment’s notice, it would also become the driving force behind her will, whether it be to create or destroy. Her gaze then began to trace the mirror like steel the blade was comprised of. She soon became completely mesmerized by her reflection, and briefly her attention focused upoWrath
by ~VanGuru
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- Favourite movie: Stranger Than Fiction
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- Favourite genre of music: Rock
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- Skin of choice: Hmm, i like scales.
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Some people never will go crazy. What horrible lives they must lead.
My avatar is the work of xdarkxbunniesx666 [link]
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Some people never will go crazy. What horrible lives they must lead.
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