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Insane_Sanity
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Romancing |
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Male |
| Birthday: |
October 9, 1992 |
| Location: |
Louisiana |
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Intelligent, conversations with interesting people. Reading. Poetry. Art. Open minded people.
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Idiotic people with bad attitudes. Perverts. And normal people. |
| Bio: |
I am your normal psychopathic, dark, gothic teen. I read, I write, I create, I destroy. I live my life out happy, smiling, and laughing and shall
continue to do so until the bitter end. I believe in the supernatural and do believe myself to have powers others may not have or simply have not
discovered in them selves. I am attracted to the dark not because I am sad or alone. But because to me the dark is truthful and comforting. In the
dark you cannot judge some one because of their clothing, hair, skin, or how they look. In the dark everyone is on an equal level being sightless and
can only communicate though speach and touch. Through speach we speak our opinion and views instead of fighting about them as we do in the light.
Through touch and feel we connect to one another though physical contact. The dark comforts me in the way that it is cold and in this dark we huttle
together in fear searching for contentment but instead find true care and connection with our counter parts. I live my life without worry of the
future. What comes to be is what is reality and what happens is what happens. Simple as that. If you are alive then nothing can ruin your life. I
treasure love, life, friends, and loved ones. They are worth more than any gold, silver, or any shiny rock or stone. Worth more than any paper or
coined currency. Nature is what I believe in. No overlord god, nor evil devil. No heaven nor hell. Only nature and what we can reach with our physical
beings.
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Fresh Meat
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| Last active: |
6-9-2010 at 02:01 AM |
| Registered: |
2-1-2008 |
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| Life is Music: |
Life is a cello,
The strings sounding off by the run of the bow.
Manipulated by those around us.
The bellowing and squealing of a life played badly.
Cutting the song short.
And notes falling to the floor unheard.
This song is lost and shall never be played again.
This life is lost and shall never be lived again.
A new song begins.
A new life begins.
Similar yet unique it plays through,
Squealing and squeaking the song starts to stop,
Then the bow is dropped.
Dropped from the hands of the player.
And the song continues with no bow.
No hands guiding the song to a bitter end.
With no end the song plays on,
Smooth and deep, a life is lived.
Happily and loving, a song is played.
Notes soaring into the ears of those listening.
Bringing joy to these fates who play the bows.
They listen to the love, to the care, to the joy.
Of the songs they once tried to destroy.
And the song, the life, plays on. |
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| Love is a better high than drugs. |
| Ello, and welcome to my dwelling. If you wish to contact me, leave a message. And please comment me on my decorations. |
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Love is being able to lay there with her and lust only for a dream to be shared by you and her. Its the ability to look at her with ragged clothes,
dirty face, and still tell her she is beautiful. To look at anyone else and think how much you miss her. Love is hard to find in life and should be
treasured but not burried. When you find that person who makes you feel like the luckiest one alive. Hold them and never let go. And of course, never
forget that person even if they have forgoten you.
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