Women are the death of me...
Painful, cruel, and unforgiving,
Ruthless lust constant reliving,
Distaste, mistrust, and hopeless dreams,
It will not end, or so it seems,
It wont get better, its not a phase,
A vile, wicked, misleading maze,
Goods hopes in vain, it cant come true,
Misplaced faith put all in you,
I will not deem, it cant be right,
I've fought too hard to feel this spite,
And still I see it deep inside,
This feelings' strong, its hard to hide,
I thought it out, and I was sure,
But now I feel so insecure,
This is the end, I wont advance,
I can only hope for a hollow glance
Hollow
hurry home!
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deviantart hates me.
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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"Scrap the extras, cut out the spareparts let's keep our eyes wide open. Fuck the idol, reject the star, let's feed ourselves some struction. Convention blackmails creativity, this lack of challange kills me. Manipulate the obvious. Cowards bought by traditionalist manners. Scream at the herd that are heard the most without substance and with useless banners. The rhymes of revolution. Poetry written in gasoline. Your art is worth nothing." ~no info available.
insufficient downtime
leading to delirium
nostalgic intermissions
followed by lack of self control
inhale to bypass indifference
sustaining it protects the median
prolonged exposure to negative energy
creating new character flaws
whimsicaly thought processed
wasted creativity
bargaining morale
for responses to queries
hallucinate on sickness
distressed by lack of attention
hiding from embarassment
learning to live without hope.
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