Iridescent light cascades into the room
Filling the atmosphere with a brilliance
That makes it seem as though
Every radiant photon is shining
With a different shade of beauty.
Pure light envelops each object
In a glowing cloak, giving the room
Its own personal aura as
Dust motes float drunkenly
Through the air, hypnotized by
The hallucinogenic nature of light.
I look up from my work
At the psychadelic nature
Of my room's new persona,
At my various possessions
Smiling at me through
A haze of dancing light, and i say
"The fucking window's open again."
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'i am attempting to kill, the little boy inside.'
Awesome job.
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Я хочу чтоб моя душа тоже пела;
yay u put up a fucking piece for once!
its nice i like it :]
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~ ( h u l h a n
"The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but creativity."
no really, hough you may find it hard to sound sincere, I do not. It is great. The end is
I luffffs it
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Welts of your scorn, my love, give me more
Send whips of opinion down my back, give me more
Me and ~evilzanna 's joint account: ~Trizania
*dibbi you'll
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suzannah is special
Shawn Crahan: "We constantly remind all of you that we don't push the envelope because we are the envelope."
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suzannah is special
Shawn Crahan: "We constantly remind all of you that we don't push the envelope because we are the envelope."
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suzannah is special
Shawn Crahan: "We constantly remind all of you that we don't push the envelope because we are the envelope."
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