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Tyler - Status: Member
- Deviously Deviant
- Male/Canada
- Offline for 2w 4d 3m
- Deviant since Dec 2, 2007, 9:33 PM
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You, Monetary Monster.You, Monetary MonsterYou, Monetary Monster.
I inhabit a world of picturesque, purified perfection; I'll be sure to send you a postcard with pictures of subsequent infection. Everybody's motoring menacingly with muffler mouths, running nonstop with their Pithy exhaust pipes spewing clouded statements devoid of thought like air. These exhaust pipes would surely fail emission tests. Heart? Soul? Nope. Just consumer quips - slick and repetitive. But I'm not sold. The world's a giant Big Mac infested with sesame seed cannibalistic gluttony; I endeavour to remain refined - I say, sir, could you pass the chutne
in Open on 12/24/07
One Last CigaretteOne Last CigaretteOne Last Cigarette
I find it hard to sleep at night -
Beating heart, wandering mind, And the thing under the bed. I stay up and watch avant-garde movies
Until my soul's so restless that I need to go for a walk Just to know I can still breathe.
Sometimes it's hard to feel. I watch for my breath on the night air -
Seeing's believing, or so they say. The night sky's littered with holes, and I saw God
Take a peek through one once.
A shooting star fell onto
My shoulder and asked if we'd met before.
I couldn't rightly say, But was glad for some
in Open on 12/19/07
Now, Asleep.Now, Asleep.Now, Asleep.
The little man in the street light went to sleep for the night. I was alone but for my lonely shadow - he cried black on the Sidewalk. I lit a cigarrette, and you whisped and Swirled around my face while shadow danced on Past's commencement; it sticks around as long as you Remember, and I never forgot. I'll never forget. I play with tonka trucks, words, and fate - I never had time for Lucky Charms. They always got soggy once I got done with the marshmallows. Once the sweet's Worn out, what's left? Cold tears, anxiety, and tense
Bed springs. Love's summer sw
in Open on 12/18/07
Moiin Self-Portraits on 12/11/07
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Wow!Devious Information
- Current Age: 20
- Current Residence: Toronto
- Interests: World
- Favourite movie: The Crow
- Favourite band or musician: Dropkick Murphys/Buck 65
- Favourite genre of music: Anything
- Favourite artist: Dali
- Favourite poet or writer: Coleridge
- Operating System: Fuckbucket
- Skin of choice: Racist much?
- Personal Quote: Deus ibi Est
- Tools of the Trade: Pen and paper
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Welcome to my world where evil rules the heart of those that are brave enough to look upon my face. But do not fear for I seek not life, but the truth that hides with the shadows of our minds.
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I wish my grass was emo
then it would cut itself
~Your best nightmare
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.::. With a golden heart comes a rebel fist .::.
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I wish my grass was emo
then it would cut itself
~Your best nightmare
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.::. With a golden heart comes a rebel fist .::.
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I wish my grass was emo
then it would cut itself
~Your best nightmare
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The moving finger writes; and having writ,
Moves on:nor all thy piety not wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a word of it.
}Demented Angel{ >inevitably cute<
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.::. With a golden heart comes a rebel fist .::.
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.::. With a golden heart comes a rebel fist .::.
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Welcome to my world where evil rules the heart of those that are brave enough to look upon my face. But do not fear for I seek not life, but the truth that hides with the shadows of our minds.
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The moving finger writes; and having writ,
Moves on:nor all thy piety not wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a word of it.
}Demented Angel{ >inevitably cute<
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.::. With a golden heart comes a rebel fist .::.
Welcome.
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.x. bring your words to the river and throw yourself in .x.
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