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On Philosophy by 0archangel, literature

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On Philosophy

the poking and prodding of the world watch how it ripples beneath your fingertips, above your head, untangle the twine betwixt the body and the mind But my friends, the Gordian Knot Can be broken only by the sword But my friend, My friend… You must be stuck in a Zenoan paradox, For your sword is heavy indeed Held back by infinite distances, Infinite Cartesian doubt But as has been proven since, Motion can be done, But no more forward into this loop of saddened logic It has been uncovered all around, and circles have no points But many purposes.

Darkness Becomes Him by 0archangel, literature

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Darkness Becomes Him

He walked, determined, towards the threshold, Despite the many shades cast by protective light, In all other directions, but when in a corridor there is but one way Although there is nothing to point there. There will be no protection, he knows. But no falsity, no shadows, when all is shadow There will be no shadow the dark is all that is pure and he will embrace it as he might embrace the flesh of a cow between his teeth; take it in, and allow it to become him it becomes him well. The world bends nicely.

Blue Birds by 0archangel, literature

silently...content... by 0archangel, literature

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silently...content...

What a lonesome ghost he was, Knife hanging from his fingers Slipping like the sand of the ocean Through his grasp Still he peers up… Up high…content, Walking as the sand disperses, Falling gracefully from him The weight falls from his hands, He is indiscernible from the cloud But nothing to give The sand turns red, The dirt from home. The demons have been cast there Now the lonesome ghost travels, A diagonal line Such a lonely afterlife To smile through But he is happy… The weapon flows away

frozen in time by 0archangel, literature

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Crisis Mode by 0archangel, literature

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Crisis Mode

this is a crisis throat is clogged, swallowing hurts, neck is out of shape, the pressure builds in my skull nervous system; locked down crisis mode crisis mode alarm in the background, time is up time to dive time to go no time left this is a crisis abandon ship attention passengers, nothing left to do but watch the ice berg black hole approach coming closer resistance futile attention passengers and staff this is crisis mode.

down past the train by 0archangel, literature

what the sticks and stones say by 0archangel, literature

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what the sticks and stones say

"hey son, what you lookin' at? a piece of artwork on a wall? does it make you feel alive? "hey kid, what you got there, piece of paper and a pen? does is give you power? will it ever make you strong? your words will never hurt or lift a finger in your favor. "buddy, your vicarious life, hidden behind the fourth wall it doesn't mean a thing." that's what the sticks and stones told me that's what blood says, scars are memories tears a fuel for the fire. but art...is what comes after?

Athazagoraphobia by 0archangel, literature

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On Philosophy by 0archangel, literature

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Darkness Becomes Him by 0archangel, literature

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Darkness Becomes Him

Blue Birds by 0archangel, literature

silently...content... by 0archangel, literature

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silently...content...

frozen in time by 0archangel, literature

focus by 0archangel, literature

Crisis Mode by 0archangel, literature

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Crisis Mode

down past the train by 0archangel, literature

what the sticks and stones say by 0archangel, literature

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what the sticks and stones say

Athazagoraphobia by 0archangel, literature

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dif ir by peopleface, journal

dif ir

Jan 27, 2012

IIta been dole alk befoya But I'll do it again. Be sure. Again, they permeate the lovely thoughts I have and crawl with the click clock klak. On the walls. The floors. The ceiling. And the life will remind me. Books of them seen to scream to me from the shelves. A minute spent with television will not hesitate to show me them. Crawling and preying. The trees move like them. And she. A variation of her from then, now. Different. She crawls, now. Terrible symmetry as all legs move in rhythm. Four at a time. Foremostleft Secondright Thirdleft Outerright. Repeat with other side. And I still see the god damned her. Still a

HHHHHHH by peopleface, journal

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Nov 19, 2011

[I see the player you mean. DANIEL_BRATTLAND? Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts. That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game. I like this player. It played well. It did not give up. It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen. That is how it chooses to imagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game. Words make a wonderful interface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behind the screen. They used to hear voices. Before players could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called th

The same sky by DisorientingWish, literature

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The same sky

As bits of melody sound off, life is stretched out across the earth. an elastic rebound, that casts off it's last hello, not it's first goodbye. Broken notes shred your body, and we wonder why this tune sounds scattered as if nobody is trying to keep order, nobody's awake and dreams collide with each other and shatter on the surface. "Where are you? This song isn't the same without you." I lay in bed. This uncomfortable body sheds it's skin, as the night erodes the emotional catastrophe that is a human, and slumber heals. A troubled mind, finds rest. The world turns the tables, and the gamble is lost. hearts stop. small

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Aug 12
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Deviant for 13 years
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Current Residence: Edmonton
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Kris Kuksi, Chet Zar

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Donnie Darko

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mudvayne, three, alexisonfire, excision, Blind Guardian,

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Edgar Allen Poe, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, E.E. Cummings

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0archangel

Mar 4, 2012

End of an Era

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well...I guess this is the end...I can't think of much to say about it, I just figured I should write something about it...anything...I already miss you, even though I know that for now, this is the best option. I had to bite my tongue not to say those words I would usually say in parting, I know it would have been too painful for both of us. At the same time, I guess I'm looking forward to breaking out of my comfort zone as much as you are... Keep in touch!

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0archangel

Dec 17, 2011

Devious Journal Entry

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I seem to have convinced the world I am a much better person than I am...I don't know how, it's not like I've been trying...I just know what people like, so I do it...it's rarely for them, it's for me...so that people like me...some of them I like too...a lot really, but some of them not. But you would never know it, because I'm too lazy to invoke their wrath. See, it's a lot of effort to do things different from what you're asked of. Life is easy if people like you. I don't get people that have issues with bad manners or abuse of substances or what-have-you, because it just looks like so much work, getting past everyone who tries to force yo

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0archangel

Oct 29, 2011

Devious Journal Entry

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well...that was an interesting day...by the end it was like my body was falling apart, like I was a sensitive child, terrified by everything, perception so sensitive that the air around you takes on a whole new importance. Looking back, it was indeed all very dream like...as I think about it, to describe it is becoming more and more difficult...it was all just...so much all at once...but I'm glad she was there...