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A revelation to my fears If you put a cat in a box so that you can not see the creature, the cat no longer exists to you. These are words from a philosophy I cannot recall. But this is directly in correlation to why I have trouble sleeping with my back facing an open room. As long as I see what I see, I know it is bound by the laws of reality and science. I look at an open door to a dark room and know,"that is just a room. There is nothing spectacular or terrible about it. It is simply a room." When exiting the shower, I look in the mirror and know that nothing can harm me, as all my fears are not realistic.
In my mind, reality is the cat. If I don't see the reality, reality ceases to exist. It no longer has meaning. The laws of our world bleed, and all that is left is my insanity. The door ajar in front the dark room, from my eyes,
mistress of the coldnot all can be so accepting of the lady winter, though she is the most
beautiful of the four. one must be weathered to accept her weathering spirit.
it takes a special kind of desolate to appreciate her.
lady summer shines so bright on the bright-eyed and beautiful, though this
beauty is only skin-deep.
lady spring graces the hopeful and those full of dreams, perhaps not
fulfilling every wish, but enough to bring them back to summer's keeper.
lady fall feeds on the left-overs. those who say their love for winter, but
do not mean it. lady fall takes the ones that wear the white mask of winter.
but lady winter does not chose her lovers. so few will take her cold, unforgiving
nature, though she is the most beautiful. she takes all that accept her.
though, quite often those that pledge themselves to the lady of snow are cold
themselves on the inside. thus is the reason her lovers do not get frozen by her
my role modelmy role model is megatron. not because of the transformers bandwagon, but because he has balls. in the movie, he drifted through space and came to a giant robot that ate fucking planets. this planet-eater told megatron " i own you now and you will do as i say" pretty much. and this mother fucker has the balls to say, "whats in it for me?"
even when his body is so fucked up from killing optims, the childhood hero of the 80's bare handed, mutha fucka cant walk, he asks a transformers bigger than the planet he came from, "why should i fucking do what you tell me?"
god dammit. i want to be just like megatron when i grow up.
goddess of lust i lovei don't know why i try to sleep anymore. the insomnia is intense. but, still i try. its black as pitch outside, but i can see my hands, lime colored in the green light of my alarm clock. 3:09.
suddenly, i feel a weight rise on my waist, blue-purple eyes glow. the candles i set out earlier for this occasion light and i can see what is sitting in my lap. her blue skin from eons without light is flawless.
"i see you set out candles. have i become that predictable a horror?" i hear her ask, the thousands of voices of the souls destroyed by her scream behind her voice. she wears only a red underbust and cloth around her waist so thin you could see straight through, were this room any brighter. she has beautiful horns, like that of an impala. her white hair flowing, though there is no wind.
gently tickling my chest as she lightly grazes a razor nail, she says, "you know i can feel the warmth o
counterpart.late at night, at a friends house, he and i joke. we make terrible jokes. jokes that, if anyone outside our small circle of friends heard, would probably tell the police.
"when did i become such a terrible person?" i ask my long-time friend.
"i dont think youre a terrible person. i think youre a dreamer. you dream of a better, more fantastic life. but you know this life, these dreams are impossible to achieve. so, you cope the only way you know how. suddenly, so many questions were answered.
why are you still my friend? i understand its not your fault your skrewed up.
why do you put up with my stupidity? youre deep down in there. somewhere.
i certainly know how to pick them.
and we fall asleep.
the process of creation.coffee is not hot enopugh. taken at uh, 11 20?
yeah. 10 20 is right.
sorry, 11 21.
any ideas for a video?vegeta is better than goku.
ive been on a dragonball z craze.
ideas for a video, lets see...
i like my idea, where we have to find who deflated the blue ball with his
jeremiah gave me a retarded face.
i fucking love the dflated ball asshole.
ok, so idea one.
jase goes on a rampage because we mock him about his height.
maybe a horror comedy?
its funny because hes not short anymore QUIT READING OVER MY SHOULDER!
i dont see you coming up with anything better.
idea two. we open, micheal putting his hair into a samurai top knot.
its 11 31 right now.
yes id love to learn how to get a perfect booty, but i digress.
as he finishes tiing his top knot, he grabs a nerf gun.
we try to make it as dramatic as possible.
so he grabs this nerf gun, and like, woah. someone opens the door
shoots him and thats lik.
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