

SkyknightThe way balloons burn never failed to amaze Seraph Migs. A magnesium tipped bullet would streak in and out and leave a hole no larger than a pencil eraser. Then, the hole would smolder like a festering wound, only slightly brighter. Now, these two relatively insignificant events seemed incongruous with the absolute cataclysm to follow. An eraser-tip of fire would grow into a man, a man into an aeroplane, and soon enough the whole side of the zeppelin would be involved in flames. Canvas held no sway over fire, and the skeleton of metal ribs soon shone through. It was like watching a ship turn into a ghost, shrouded in radiating purple lines anSkyknight


Before the DogMoon shaker, Dream maker,Before the Dog
Rub ‘gainst my skin
Like the wind So often here But only rarely really there
My Shy Firefly
Twist and turning Flick’r in burning
Light the night, Pale as Procyon Light the night As pillows await


Degrees of SeperationSeperation painsDegrees of Seperation
Not the writhing sort Of course Of common stuff Memory like some lovely pink Venom
I am sure that
I could find a cure But could I and Would I?
No,
A fox is a fox And calling her a spade Doesn’t make it so~
If I could make a forest Mean anything else, I wouldn’t Indeed I couldn’t Memory may well be A terrible symptom To terrific disease
but
The high trumps The withdrawal.


Main LinerJohnny Cash leans out of my monitor, telling me to lay off the skag(1) and brownstone. He seems strange, lucid but so very far away. I can see what he sees. An empire of ashes, crowed at the apex with a crown of thorns(2), that familiar barbed laurel. He rises, he falls, his addiction ebbing and flowing, methadone(3) tears baptizing my keyboard in tainted blood. Poor Johnny. My arm, speaking in tongues and veins and the occasional gesticulation, tells me, echoes the guitar chords. A track mark sings such charming songs, an over ripened plantain(4), so easily bruised but so sweet in the end.Main Liner
The needle needed readjustment, t

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Atheist?
Agnostic? Humanist? Freethinker?
Join the club!
usually i feel something's not right in the presentation of things and the movie clip "pallywood" really cleared things up for me.
i'm certainly baised in some way, but i honestly think you see a skewed image on things even if they come from a reputable source.
that vid showed how "60 minutes" and "France 2" were fooled.
with respect
jaako
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~jaakobou, the ~photoshoptutors guru/despot.
In my 13 years, I've killed everyone. There might be some new ninjas coming up, but I am Shogun, loved by no one. Shaquille ONeal
I. Stalk. You. Now.
~ Clare
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[Clare is] basically the dutchess of twee. - Sam
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The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
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"Its impossible to look into a cats eyes, and not feel the love they so desperatly want to share."
Feel the love [link]
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The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
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"Its impossible to look into a cats eyes, and not feel the love they so desperatly want to share."
Feel the love [link]
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The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori
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