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Philosophical Nightmares Spent, bored, drawn out, bought and sold too many times to count--Philosophical Nightmares by ~MustardProphet
Does any of it matter in the end?
Or are we all pawns in some universal blind spot
Playing by the rules no one ever questioned
Telling lies we haven't got the heart to hear
Biding our time til the madness overtakes us all?
Are we anything other than miracles?
Magical bodies spun out of home and yesterdays
Brought out of yesterday's sorrows, somehow, plowing on despite all that stands before us?
Are any of us worthy of it in the end?
Of course we aren't.
But that is what brings us all together
Sometimes.
If you're lucky,
You dream.
If you aren't so lucky,
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And I Must Scream It very well could have been you standing by my window that fateful morning. It could have been. The stars were aligned to predict such a thing.And I Must Scream by ~MustardProphet
Then, of course, it would have been you that I became thoroughly enamored with. It would have been you that occupied my every waking thought (and several of my sleeping ones), you who drove my every action and propelled my every move, you who gave me a reason for living.
But it was not you, and that is something I still haven't entirely gotten over. Perhaps I never will.
Instead, it was she. She, the queen of the highway, the empress of the night. She who was as much a spokesman for evil as
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the man who sold the world And and and he looked like he was supposedly the strong silent type,the man who sold the world by ~Kikyonazumay
but personally i never saw him lift a finger
and and and you knew she was destined to be the prom queen right off the bat
you know except for the fact that she was the most unpopular girl in the room
and and and in reality they were both completely wrong for each other
and and and it should be a low budget teen movie because the plot fits oh so well
you know except for the fact that they'd never even spoke
and and and he was the skinniest guy i ever did see
"bulimic pretty boy"
was scrawled across his locker by your friendly neighborhood homo phobics
oh
The painter I dream about him. Every night it is a different dream but somehow he is there in my dreams. I am tired. I keep on dozing off on my homework, and wake up when I see him. It seems like it would be a good dream but I can't be distracted, I need to do my homework. My eyes feel heavy, and I slowly give in. I see him lying on a bed, his eyes are closed his mouth slightly open. His shirt is off, and the morning light is shining down on him, so softly, the light defines every inch of his chest. I feel as though I am the artist about to draw a picture of him asleep. As I carefully observe him, I notice that his lips are as red as a cherry, his arms aThe painter by !sweetooth149
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"It is not me who is the clown, but this monstrously cynical and so unconsciously naive society, which plays the game of seriousness in order better to hide its madness." - Salvador Dali
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"Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last. To pluck the mask from the face of the Pharisee, is not to lift an impious hand to the Crown of Thorns." ~Charlotte Bronte
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In America, I love you. In Soviet Russia, you love me.
I am Melora Creager in the #DACelebritiesCrew!
NOTICE: I can now be found at ~Revolution-Nein. Thank you.
Best,
Sasha