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Untitled PoemMy mind whispers altruism, but my soul screams misanthropyUntitled Poem
I push the buttons Which rob my veins of blood Tasting its bitter solace
Brittle seashell minds are working and weeping, working and weeping
The buildings will fall and spring up again This time in love with the Earth
Hollow heroes are swept away like sand By the cold ice feathers of morbid realization And ghosts take the place on the windowsill where there is no dust And where they once stood
Pigs roll in the grass While the sheep starve in the muck
Revolution
I would like to contact you in some way; thous i have not found your E-mail...Mine is "Mikkel.sterup@gmail.com", Email me as soon as possible. I posted in your tread on "Pixeleyes".
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Please look at my "Feature it forward" forum post or News article and show some
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Ask me about barnacles, you won't regret it. (sometimes, it is what you've got, not just where you stick it.)
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Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.-Arthur C. Clarke
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"Dreamers only dream, but creators bring their dreams into reality."
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"Dreamers only dream, but creators bring their dreams into reality."
Feel free to ask me any questions if you need help.
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Life is short, eat dessert first!
Amazing photographs! [link]
I can't understand why people are frightened by new ideas. I'm frightened of old ones.
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