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The Tranfiguration of Our KindHe chose his parents knowing of the infinite possibilities of what kind of person he could become in order to utilize his time on earth.The Tranfiguration of Our Kind
November 2, 1920, he arrived. August 27, 1939, he departed. He served in an earthy war unintentionally, forcefully succumbing to the inequities of society through a military draft in Lyons, France. He had never agreed with the war and he was eighteen fighting to maintain a preemptive strike on Saarland, Germany. When he had been shot he was terrified, having forgotten what he had been part of before his perception of time and space were so drastically altered. His vision
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aetas abeoA freshly snuffed candle in the dark Dead before they hit the ground In shock apathetic and numb Entering the abyss of lightaetas abeo
Without consciousness
The crux has been hit The ultimatum climax realized aetas abeo in a beautiful world Death's warm cradle engulfs a soul
An indigo sun rising east It will rise again Another shell another time A flaw will not be seen The lack of sight of new life
The universe recycles, so that's alright
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ghost shipHere I am again sitting In my comfortable, desolate abyss It's so caring to welcome me again Pulling me, but not too hard Enough to feel the gravity of a foundation The strength of this shipwrecked, shattered Hole I dwell in made of selfpity and hatredghost ship
Come, try to pull me out Your limbs burn my anchored skin Unable to move the unwilling I won't let go of my bile My eyelids show me putrid filth My eyelids show me the ghost ship
My glimpse of air under this ocean Never fully realized, due To my incessant need to look at the Dried up, c
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deep watersEach time I fall I can't stand, every Moment I fight myself until dew point One hundred percent humidity, and Still dry with the weight of myself I must dissolve my pride, before Its far too late for saturation.deep waters
One hundred percent humidity and climbing But it's not myself moving for I stare at The endless seeming mountain, but Not thinking to climb, wallowing In my own self-pitious, endless pitfall.
Sometime I may find that last bit Of strength within my gun pointed convieniently at me Taking each bullet to penetrate me Ninty percent humidity as
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- Current Residence: My comfortable pithole
- Interests: People who aren't idiots, I need to live vicariously through SOMEONE
- Favourite movie: The Fountain
- Favourite band or musician: Tool, The Mars Volta
- Favourite genre of music: Progressive, Indie, Un-shitty, anything layered so you actually have to listen to hear everything
- Favourite poet or writer: Maynard James Keenan
- Skin of choice: Uh......Human?
- Favourite game: What's that one where you sit and do nothing? Oh yeah, life.
- Favourite gaming platform: The one where you have to fight the squirrels inside the watermelon with three spoons and a teacup.
- Personal Quote: If you have ten eggs and a turnip, why not silly string an egyptian rabbit-beatle-dog?
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“Hatred does not cease by hatred, but only by love; this is the eternal rule.”
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