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SHADOWEDpluto
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Birthday: 8/12/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: I endeavor to be a writer with every thought that slips through this wanton mind of mine.
Expertise: Photography, philosophy, astrology... and well yeah, pretty much everything else that has little to no real world value. Oh wait! I can roll my tongue! Now that is positively something, isn't it?
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  ThisSide0fNormal
Member Since:
7/2/2003
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| Will remain faithful only until reality sinks in and gravity releases its stormy tendrils from around your quiet waist. Puffs of ice huddle around the heat of your breath, and your eyes are the only violent thing about you. Stars expand into wide saucers that hang in a world so vastly black the light they emit must secretly be our salvation. Then again, nothing really matters in a world where stars have to dance in order to be noticed. | | |
| In the center of the drums, our adopted universe, Lillith danced. Compelled to unbend and mock the alliteration of her own body she carved sinister sensual soft suppressed swirls and s's through air that seemed to support her swaying limbs like the devil licking the cruel curves of her calves into fevered motion, slicing sand and soul. Lillith, lovely, vicious Lillith, you must be a queen forgotten by your own era, forced by ambition to crawl forward through the years to your future and our present. You are a primitive goddess, out of place, but perfectly poised to conquer the pinnacle of any supposition that says "she should be anything other than what she is." Licked lips and lined eyes woo and catch the hungry attention of every other sentience, all life bows to the beautiful insistence of each step and there is no doubt who reigns over this cradle of life. | | |
| Taking a break from life... please leave a message after the ... | | |
| Trained by refrain to answer only in repetition the first sallow thoughts that walk through mind past eyes that see only things that cannot be. If distance were darkest then please illumine the horizon so there is at least one sun-lined hill to shoot for, some bit of glory to abate the gory loneliness of just being. By being one has been, and a past means a future, so where is yours going? Let's just pretend that in the end we'll find that this big adventure is called death not life which only got us to the starting line. If yes, well then that's fine by me because that extends all extenuating circumstances in order to give me a chance to give some order to this disaster building in the wake of each tiny minute. Or we could simply close our eyes and let the littleness of it all just slip away into the rough hole of the world. | | |
| You are that one essential thing that I just can't grasp even with the steely firmaments of my strongest intellect. The mystery tied to your fingertips like kite strings, the allure in that gentle posture of your head as you lift your lips upward to taste some angel's falling tears (or perhaps that's just the way you lean forward to lick the life out of the air), and that still star that hangs around your neck like an unanswered question resting against the cage I can't seem to breach. All I wanted was to reach your heart. But no matter how intense my attempts may be, you remain always that just enough distant to keep my hands full of nothing but the air you've sucked dry. Oh my, how desolate a tiny distance can be. | | |
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