

apologya page is full, but of nothing? i must fight for more. i want to go upstairs, sit on her bed shirtless. reveal to her the dragon\'s eye carved into my arm. he leers at me still, unblinking. atrocious purple and crimson iris spinning, twisting. breathing so the endless pupil can focus. she could come in, but i might not notice, staring out the window and tracing the glass with the pads of my fingers and tapping a soft rhythem with my nails, lost in the fuidity of things again.apology
she sits. my head turns slowly, eyes still playing in the leaves outside. at their leisure, they drift to lo
(kisses)
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(things seem to compose themselves, don't they?
and we - the photographers
walk the streets with empty frames
slicing rectangles out of the world.)
~fishlessaquarium
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
make sure to send me a note when you put up some stuff...
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re·dux (adj.): brought back; returned. used postpositively. [latin : re-, re- + dux, leader; see duke.]
splintered | flickr
and just the thought.
and welcome to deviant.
[hope you post more, because that one image just caught my eye]
angela.
kelt
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To old to die young.
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