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All the Pale Faced HipstersI see all the pale faced hipsters Staring through windows losing hours And days And evenings And memories In this unlived time of Valium incarnate.All the Pale Faced Hipsters
Suffering cotton mendacity of the soul Cursing the wind coiled clouds Rushing past Missing their own minds Losing their own souls Inch by torrid inch And gracing us all with their plastic complexions And soft minded delusions Mincing words with fashion On paper from a burnt out Bible
I see all the pale faced hipsters; They see the mirror reflecting hollow. Chosen by the inky ha
by ~cuha
Dawn's Pale GlanceConfused, lost and dissipated as shards of glass fallen. Lay the globe awaiting. Whilst dawn's pale glance Peaks behind silhouette landscape Through the lace of leaves Through the lace of leavesDawn's Pale Glance
Remaining inky black Not forever Not forever As dawns pale glance sweeps in And takes from us; the mystery of night.
by ~cuha
The Rainbird's Call"O son, hark ye to the rainbird's call." Said father to son as the golden light spilled out the fireplace, casting their backs into darkness. "O son, hark ye to the rainbird's call, for when the rainbirds are a-comin' the times are a-changin."The Rainbird's Call
Son's wide eyes soaked in the golden fireplace light and the sound of father's voice.
"O the rainbirds, they's a-comin'. They's call ain't like the call of no other bird. Yer a familiar with the warblings and the cawings and the baying's and the singing's of other birds. The rainbird, he don't sound like that. When the rainbird a comes a callin', you best be knowin' his sound.
by ~cuha
Walking down Van Gogh AlleyTaking a walk down Van Gogh alley The dwellers stand yet never tally How many lost and broken souls Have ventured here without a goal.Walking down Van Gogh Alley
With streets paved in ink and plaster Walls coated in creative disaster And with Proust eyes staring The warm sun down to us glaring.
Fluttering heaven wards, chrysalis wings fluttering With trailing hair, and inspiration muttering A flock of muse are Eastward gliding Sapphire eyes and starlight kisses; Tis beauty they are guiding.
Taking a walk down Van Gogh alley Where trailing staccato moments tarry &nbs
by ~cuha
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The naked faceCome, open your english maw and wail for the broke-bead strings and the black paint streaked under your eyes. O hallelujah. Raise your arms, o raven child and press the ancient ones under the earth.The naked face
Come, come, coyote dancer, quiet lawyer of the white-skin-tongue. Yap like a prayer and whine like the breaking of people.
Under the earth,o prairie cur, turn your eyes upward. Amen, a man comes, stricken to silence. For the crooked wires and the barbs pull the skin open, red red and wailing.
by =nycterent
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- Current Residence: Don't you wanna know...
- Interests: Movies, Music, Art, Filmmaking, Acting...oh hell just ask me
- Favourite movie: Casablanca, Pulp Fiction, LOTR, StarWars Trilogy, Fear & Loathing, Ed Wood, Vanilla Sky
- Favourite band or musician: Miles Davis,Bond,Disturbed,Drowning Pool,Bach,Vivaldi,Motzart,Rolling Stones,APC
- Favourite genre of music: Jazz, Classical,Classic Rock, whatever appeals to me at the time
- Favourite artist: My Dad, Frank Frazetta, Blua, Azhrarn, Sageraven, Degas, Carravaggio, Giger
- Favourite poet or writer: Stephen King, Rochester, H.P. Lovecraft, Anne Rice, Oscar Wilde, Dickens, Hunter S Thompson, Huxley
- Favourite photographer: Foureyes, Wagner
- Favourite style of art: Art Nouveau/Art Deco
- Operating System: A WHITE HOT SHOT OF CAFFIENE TO THE BASE OF THE NECK!
- MP3 player of choice: Winamp.
- Shell of choice: 12 Guage.
- Wallpaper of choice: The one thats on my desktop.
- Skin of choice: Soft...ployable, and sensual.
- Favourite game: Arcanum, Fallout 2, NWN, Hitman Series, Devil May Cry, Rise of Nations
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Alucard, Spike Spiegel, Zim
- Personal Quote: I want to get lost in the music of your sex.
- Tools of the Trade: A shit load of caffiene and a moment of divine inspiration. Shame I can only get one or the other.
- Email: the_perfect_devil7@hotmail.com
- MSN: the_perfect_devil7@hotmail.com
- Yahoo: gatche_samurai
- ICQ: 430399007
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