| =maimtorturekill is a cunt. That is all. |
| =maimtorturekill is a cunt. That is all. |


SunspottingI was going on eight when I saw the eclipse. It was a Friday, just before school let out for the weekend. The teachers had all us kids out on the lawn and were handing out these shitty glasses made from cardboard and some kind of black film. They said they were supposed to protect our eyes. But even then they warned us not to stare at it directly. They made us use these pinhole cameras we had built in art class.Sunspotting
Standing there and looking at the ground, waiting for the eclipse while the other kids talked about POGs or Stretch Armstrong or whatever, all I could think of was how fucking unfair it was.
 


The Toymaker and the Music BoxHe was an old man, and wished to die.The Toymaker and the Music Box
He walked with a pronounced stoop, weighed down with age and the heavy leather of his apron and the many tools in his belt. His face was kind, grandfatherly, with an ancient universe fading in the eyes behind the thick glass of his spectacles. He grunted to himself as he descended the stairs to the cellar and reached up with blue-veined knuckles to pull the chain of a single naked bulb, casting dim yellow light over his basement workshop.
The workshop was a dust-covered maze of wooden crates and creaking shelves piled with old toys and machines: termite-eaten marionettes and crac


PostscriptDearest,Postscript
The worst part is you could be sleeping.
I am spurred in writing this by the last of your giftsa memory: So very long ago in bed I held my hands playfully around the swanlike curve of your neck, and you told me to let go. I tried a smile, then, to put you at ease, but I think you always knew how serious I was when I answered, In death I will let go of you.
I never learned if you truly wanted me to or noteven back then you never smiled. I came to accept that in time, realizing you were worth it. You were, after all, the same girl who within seconds of our first encounter k


InfernoGood morning, and welcome to your Final Exam. We here at the Department of Inner Sanctity wish to show our appreciation for your 25 years of dedication to your course work and congratulate you on reaching this far. However, as has been mandated during the beginning of your enrollment, all previous course credits, grades, and extra-curricular activites are hereby rendered null and void; your score here shall count towards 100% of your final grade.Inferno
Thank you once again for choosing DIS.
Good luck, take all the time you need, and have a great day.
1) On the Unbaptised:
Hypothesize, if yo
| Here there be monsters. And robots. And anthropomorphic personifications of otherwise unknowable aspects of the universe. Oh, and drugs. Lots and lots of drugs. |


devil.i've always firmly believed in the devil.devil.
not the way my grandmother believed in him, not the way the pope believes in him or your neighbor or your brother or your music teacher. i've never thought of him that way, not as 'The Devil';
not Satan - i use the term devil simply because there is no other way to describe him, this uninvited spirit who has taught me to live...he has had many names over the years, he has been an army and no one but his names mean nothing to me;
he's always simply been mine -
the shadow in the dark that whispers when no one else is listening,
whispers &
Carl Sagan| Whatever boobies are in here have been selected for pure artistic intent and value only. Heh heh ... boobies. |
| "Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration – that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death; life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves... Here's Tom with the weather!" ~Bill Hicks I touched Chuck Norris inappropriately while he was sleeping. |

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im new.
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Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me?
Urban Exploration
Fuck you.
Fuck you so fucking hard.
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He alone who owns the youth gains the future.
- Adolf Hitler
Mother, do you think she's good enough for me?
Mother, do you think she's dangerous to me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Mother, will she break my heart?
Ta.
(Roland of Gilead, much)
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oh worry, oh my worry, has it been that long?
so sing to me a song from yesterday
we are within a mile of home.
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if i were such a ghost, i'd stand so close to you
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Please visit my gallery here [link]
well.
you know.
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.metal.
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"Sweeping eggshells still at 3 A.M., we're trying far too hard. The tattered thought balloons above our heads, sinking in the weight of all we need to say. Why's and what if's have since long played out, left us short on happy endings..."
- Josh Groban
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"The elevator to success is out of order. Youll have to use the stairs one step at a time."--Joe Girard
"The only place where dreams are impossible is in your own mind."--Emalie
Nude pics pls.
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The sleep of reason produces monsters - Fransisco Goya
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we still believe in love so fuck you.
[link]
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oh worry, oh my worry, has it been that long?
so sing to me a song from yesterday
we are within a mile of home.
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oh worry, oh my worry, has it been that long?
so sing to me a song from yesterday
we are within a mile of home.
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