

Waiting.Inky black stains cover a heart of leaded glass-- both transparant and dark, brittle. A dancing flame arises to sear them from me, leaving only a wrecked cinder, oily opaque fire to burn, the thick smoke welling up into a weighty mind, leaving me to the scorching dark.Waiting.
This, truly, is grim hell, with only myself as both the bitter tormentor and tortured. In this veil of flames and darkly burning smoke I walk, wandering, looking for an end which I know comes only as the flames burn themselves out. Left to the ashes is just one more piece of leaded glass.


One lit signI don\'t do a lot of photography. Well, scratch that, I don\'t post my photography, but I waste rolls of film whenever I see a good shot. Right now, I\'m doing a series that\'s been brewing in my mind for a while. Called \"The State of the Union,\" it\'ll hopefully present a picture of a rift in America. While doing this, I came across a bar/club.One lit sign
In the front, on a huge, backlit sign, there were the words, \"Your safe here-- No weapons allowed.\" You\'re safe here. This policy ends at the door. The bouncer, eyeing carefully a group outside, explains that they don\'t have the manpower to keep the par


WaterThere was once a baby. As a baby, thoughts, images, ideas flashed across his mind. This brain, a vaporous, intemparate place, was uncontrollable. And then, he grew. The mind, once vapor, accumulated as drops. Drops of water on the stone that was the culture. Drip, drip, drip. Do this, don\'t do that. It\'s wrong to run around naked. Think this, think that. Sharing is good, keeping is bad. But always, always assume that everyone believes the opposite, and act accordingly. Believe this, believe that. Jesus died for your sins. You\'re sinful. Even when you\'ve done nothing, sin inherant lies in your heart. In the BiWater
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All copies are protected by rights, all protects are copied by rights, all rights are protected by copies and finally all protects are on the right because of copies. c& e
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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
I'm glad you liked [link] be honest , I'm suprised at the number of views and comments it recieved so far.
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Pissed off and articulate...
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~ara
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:iconlivingbyair: << This is a tribute to this boy, who single handedly proved to me that some teenage boys are not a waste of space. Kudos to you Livingbyair!
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