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Name: Justin
Birthday: 9/9/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Mazes and direct paths, consequences of each with the company that accompany's me, arts of martial, music, molding and manifestations into sense receptive works for relating, food, thought not my own and derived from creativity and from on my plate, what's given me, thoughts not my own, social interaction and outer body experiences of a beginner's fashion....
To be blunt, alot of things.
Expertise: Writing, Organization
Occupation: Student
Industry: Retail
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AIM:  dae repa mc
Yahoo:  Orpheo_F
Member Since:
5/5/2005
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| EuphullWhy must cold showers burn with holy water?
And here I am rationalizing my actions to only barter with
The man marking to mold a martyr...out of the
Manifestation. But because the task is growing harder
Over time, Only offers of forgiveness, for
When I have conjured a sin in mind, cannot sooth the cries.
A problem as petty as pursuing perfection in perception
Preoccupies both my concentration and time.
So I have scolded the self, unable to see
That it is my person in this cycle that I deceive
Regardless of this reflection. Rejection thus intervenes
In my schemes to finally find myself, in a sense, redeemed.
Undone at the seems through meticulous means
I inhale...but forgetting to breathe, I later fail
To see that sails set upon the breeze of an open sea
Sell me another opportunity to exhale...
The cleansing of my character scales to scold
An apathy manifested in the folds of a damaged best.
An unnerving calm that a mental mechanist mesh
May meet a judgment that it...cannot exist
In a cohesive relationship of quantitative contemplation
Where complications arise from a will to rebel.
Once upon a time, oblivious to this frame of mind
I was the kind often looking to excel. Now my
Cells are a make of captivity in immortality's inversion.
My person discerning with an emerging concern
Through inactivity where it is always invited to
Come and learn of the people that are making the world turn.
Centered around a splintering split personality
Portrayed only through the relative experience, the
Reality of this nature is that I am lost by the
Cause to exhaust myself of this fallacy's forceful fatality.
To reach some conclusiveness...I look to
My own bearings to try and find a use for this. I
Could not help but see who the loser is
This perpetuator of problems, the apathetic euphemist.
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| A Ticking Tenacity: A Take On Time (inc.)Anticipation can leave one to linger in eternity, providing that time possesses no forward motion. Thought can envelope a sun rise, distorting the measure of its passage just as action can drag out the duration of a minute to seemingly last an hour's lifespan. The twist to this is that progress may preoccupy the peripheral, allowing the proper utilization of each moment whereas a the lack of growth in the moment can turn a lifetime into unwarranted captivity.
Several solutions are thus suggested to deal with this usually abstract obstruction. They follow along three main schemes, to either satisfy the self, the circumstance or both. And even those points are left to interpretation if not standardized through stratification of strains.
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| Apathy is my elegy. I, in name, am the remedy. But my enemy is mimicking my energy.
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| Why land?Drifting to sleep on murky waters, I wonder if my raggedy raft built out of desperation will hold against the turbulent weather conditions to come. I guess that the only way to find out is to wake to what wrath washes my way. Can sailing in a vast sea full of uncertainties be more painstaking than walking a seemingly endless road? At the moment I cannot be certain since my thoughts remain preoccupied with staying afloat and seeking seagulls skyward. Yet I forget why with the sun looking to derive me of my sight and sound sanity.
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| To add . . .. . . memories of nightmares and delusions of the imagination haunt me from time to time. One of them I realize now resembles a character I plan to place within my Fantasy story that has yet to be written "Where Ends Meet." A character disgarded from the moment of his existance speaks in a terribly fast tongue, providing a surplus of information within seconds to await a simple response. If the relatively correct response was given, then you would be rewarded in his own manner. As he coughs his mouth open as wide as it will go, they peer beyond the hinges of his Jaw, and from benieth the shadow of his teeth and lips cast, another mouth, bigger than the last, opens up. However, the row of teth part sideways. Not noticed at first, this row of teeth looks slightly sharper than the initial set seen. A thied mouth opens as the second flushes open. With each new mouth approaching at a static angle towards the winner, its range spreads about as wide to one's form just as quickly a metal ball submerges under water. Beautiful but terrible in its own right, a hundred mouths unhinged, opening and welcome appears to be receeding when in turn, something is being eaten within that instant. It surely isn't the looser. A pair of eyes, younger than mine and not as far separated, stare back at me once I am awake with both eyes closed. Even if it is for a moment to blink, they stare, wide-eyed. And then the hand which covers my sight as soon as I turn that second too late. After the moment of darkness, the rest is left to the worry of the unknown in that case. Silly imagination. | | |
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