AniversaryWhy am I neglecting my art so much for singing?
Social CemeteryI'm there, but I'm not thereSocial Cemetery
In my social cemetery Faltering and clutching Indignant nostalgia Why doesn't anyone else miss it?
Watching clocks and faces With secret beliefs of my maturity and insight Yes, sometimes I love myself My analytical mind The older, wiser spirit Even my body can agree at times
One big identity crisis Projecting an image on an invisible overhead The saucy, wise, affectionate girl Or the caustic sesquipedalian In my social cemetery
I'm there, but I'm not there
In my social cemetery One aft
I'm ListeningEmpty house full of mementos of your life Aches with a need for you to live again That house isn’t what it was It is more in mourning than anyone, Like me, it denies that you’re gone I feel the house understandsI'm Listening
It cannot accept, it cannot understand
I went to the back yard where I played as a child I pretended you were inside, smiling at me through your greenhouse window I made believe we would have tea together I comforted myself in forgetting, but not forgetting All this time I have been trying to mold my mind Look at it this way, think of it that way I did it
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adult comics
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
Your gallery is quite nice...I especially like the picture of Aragorn. He is really sexy, isn't he? ^_~
Keep up the good work!
Well... you do now
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