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The Land of Nineteen by falingore, literature

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The Land of Nineteen

Waking, walking, mindfully unaware of everything and nothing The half-sleep between twilight and moonlight The world reflected, darkened, distorted, refracted through the tears in my eyes Bastardized, but not unloved According to Fox News this show is all the rage provocative, complex, brutal A critically acclaimed masterpiece written for the masses The tickets say sixty-six hundred hours and six minutes, don't be late, you'll miss your chance, To be slaughtered by someone else's apathy A linguistic ballet, a failure in the second act, opens tonight for political propaganda Concessions at intermission, accusations, self-denial,

Razorblade Memoirs by falingore, literature

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Razorblade Memoirs

Mortal screams Scarred with pain unfold; As dying whispers Chill crumbling bones. Failing light In darkening realms, Shattered hearts Within curses dwell. Alone we live And Alone we die; But together we mouth A deafening cry. Passing each day In a subverted haze; Feigning the rules Under watchful gaze To make them listen And create our proof, Memoirs burning, Of the razorblade youth.

Paperback Man by falingore, literature

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Paperback Man

Creased and torn, the cover of an old paperback; his youth, faded with time. Gold-gilded lettering still shining after all these years; his aristocratic appearance, clean, polished. Raw parchment between my fingers, gritted, rough pages; his worn calloused hands. Bold, dark ink vividly contrasting the cream white pages; his voice, grating on my mind. Small, organized letters combining to write a bigger tale; his life, structured by moments. Page numbers, analytical, systematic, sequential, his logical thought, a man in control. But the world within, masquerading behind the words, a fantasy, my father, a fable to be told.

Realms of Despair - Survival by falingore, literature

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Realms of Despair - Survival

A world built on friendship, trust, hopes and dreams. This place begins as a small barren wilderland. As a life matures, so does this world. It thrives off the good fortune and beliefs of its creator. As the master lives, so does the realm of this place, seeds of being are sown upon the fertile grounds of happiness. The place becomes a sanctuary, which the creator can return to, and feel again safe, free from the deceit and pressures of daily life. As the world grows, it becomes more intricate, and more invulnerable. The Shepard of the realm returns more often, seeking the soothing peace and tranquility presented by this place. Mistak

Realms of Despair - Sanity? by falingore, literature

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Realms of Despair - Sanity?

A safe haven of the mind, a retreat if you will. A place that is built neither upon sanity or insanity, but rather a concept that often rests soundly in the gray area spanning the void between the two ideals. Sanity, as defined by Webster is "the state of being sane; soundness of the mind; mental normality." This definition does not however provide a fundamental and unbiased basis for categorization. As sanity is defined as an act of mental normality, the social judgment as to sane over insane is left solely to the interpretation of cultural beliefs and what are understood to be social norms. By this inference, virtually anyone could be

Days First Light by falingore, literature

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Days First Light

Sunlight breaks ere dawn of morning You're standing there amidst new found glory Radiant sun plays off your hair Glistening red in the morning air Looking on your eyes meet mine Your gaze is deep, yet soft and kind Your smile is sweet, your laughter free As you're standing there, next to me The wind blows lightly through the trees A welcoming glimpse into eternity Locked in time, like a portrait in glass Standing there in the wavering grass I know neither what to say or do But to remain steadfast, holding tight to you A girl of beauty so fair and fine Of this I dream, this girl of mine

Worn Paths and Blind Turns by falingore, literature

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Worn Paths and Blind Turns

And so, I gaze about and once again find myself on the brink of utter collapse. I have brought myself to this point many times before; but always I was a rock, unmoving, unflinching, cold and unresponsive. It keeps me alive; to be emotionless is the very asset that pulls me back from insanity every time. It is both a curse and a blessing. Much to my dismay however, my current predicament requires a different course of action. A course that I've never wanted to take, a course I'm afraid to take, and a course I'm not sure I can take alone. That scares me. I'm independent, a loner; I take the path less traveled and walk it alone. Alas, I

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Worn Paths and Blind Turns by falingore, literature

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Worn Paths and Blind Turns

Days First Light by falingore, literature

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Days First Light

Realms of Despair - Sanity? by falingore, literature

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Realms of Despair - Sanity?

Realms of Despair - Survival by falingore, literature

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Realms of Despair - Survival

Paperback Man by falingore, literature

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Paperback Man

Razorblade Memoirs by falingore, literature

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Razorblade Memoirs

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The Stains by lacunaes, literature

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The Stains

The Stains Are there streets you will not walk? Perhaps past the forget-me-trees in fragrant summer. They are heavy with the sound of God tearing at the heavens, listening to humidity plod with the odors of sex and day lillies. Our days stream out like ribbon by the yard. Will we live two houses down? Will we write or talk over tea? Soon our youth time will devour; what we are will cease to be. We will fold inward hour by hour to no regard but to breathe in the missteps of the flock. I beg you, miss not the obvious: As the barn owl clings to it's rafter, I shall love you this life, the next, and any life thereafter. I rea

Of Leaders and Animals by denj, literature

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Of Leaders and Animals

Of Leaders and Animals The brave, lined in silver, Pressing their hands deep into their hips Stand on the mountain and proclaim with all their might "I shall give all, and die for the land" And their families are readily expendable As are their comforts, their commodities, When the light is shining through the trees And the horizon is a grassy ridge But when the moon is masked by clouds And the ridge is covered in armor and swords The only thing, indeed, they give Is wind, behind them, in their fleeing wake For man is nothing but a dog Nothing but a stomach and two open hands And a heart as black as the pivotal night Yet most

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Paperback Man by falingore, literature

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Paperback Man

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Current Residence: Minnesota
Favourite genre of music: Right...
Favourite photographer: Diane Arbus
Favourite style of art: Black and white photography
Operating System: Linux Debian
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Wallpaper of choice: Stactus and Erevus
Favourite cartoon character: Alucard (from the Hellsing anime)

Favourite Visual Artist

John Martin

Favourite Movies

A River Runs Through It - Boondock Saints - Dead Poet's Society

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Neutral Milk Hotel - Mike Doughty - Grandaddy - Bad Religion - Flogging Molly - Live

Favourite Writers

Stephen King (I'm a Dark Tower junkie) - J.R.R. Tolkien - Jack Kerouac

Favourite Games

Secret of Evermore

Favourite Gaming Platform

Super Nintendo

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Intellect and emotion

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Longboarding - Mountain Biking - Computer Networking

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falingore

Dec 31, 2007

Crashing Foreign Cars

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I don't know if anyone reads this anymore or not.  For a long time I thought this profile was pretty well dead, but I've been inspired to write lately and I guess that means it is time to cast a black spell and necromance this profile.  So, hopefully over the next few weeks I'll get a bit more written, as always, feed-back is highly appreciated.  That's all for now folks, I'll be around.

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falingore

Aug 28, 2004

Life...

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Five a.m. and the sounds of silence echo in my mind.  The ravages of the night have not yet worn away at my psyche and so I sit to write in the pre-dawn hours.  The feelings of freedom once again flush my skin with a welcome sense of hope; cigarette smoke filling my eyes as the crickets sing melodious off-key harmonies in the back-drop of my wandering thoughts.  I find myself thinking of Lauren.  The possibilities that haven't been and may never be... or perhaps are already set in motion.  Has our ka-tet begun to yet again come into the forefront of our lives?  There will be more summers; or will there?  Already we are being molded into socie

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falingore

Aug 28, 2004

College?

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Alright, so it's like two am and I'm finally moved into my dorm with my internet up and running.  Wahoo for me.  It feels good to be out of the house and on my own again.  I live for freedom.  Definitely nailed one too many cigarettes tonight and have a pounding headache because of it.  Oh well, guess it happens. Feels kinda weird being back in these halls once again.  Looks like nothing's changed since I left four months ago.  Feels like home all over again.  Not really stoked about having classes start up again on Monday, but you do what you must in order to survive.  Met some cool people hanging out tonight.  Other than that the night was

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You live.

Thanks for dropping by, man. Long time, no see.

Memnalar

Dec 31, 2007

Thanks for your comments on The Test. Thanks for the

as well!

enchanted-black-rose

Dec 6, 2004

Thank you for the watch sweety.

mintylikethegum

Sep 25, 2004

thank you for the comment and advice i like your work

aural-autumn

Mar 15, 2004

thanks for the +fav...it means a lot from a great mind like yours! much appreciated is the comment as well, babe.

aural-autumn

Mar 13, 2004

haha. really shouldnt have posted this convo here....once again i am sorry.

called ya late last night, prolly got the drunken message

called today again, but still no answer. i am glad you found something to do, be it work, party or sleep. i hope you arent just avoiding my call or something, cuz we seemed to be ok the last time we talked. i hope something hasn't shifted.

so when are you going back to kato? are we still on for sunday? and what time do the dorms open up again?

later. tiffany

you can catch me here, online, or at home....i dunno where my dysfunctional ass will be.