She is a dollShe is a doll, She is a porcelain doll, Azure blue eyes, Behind them no soul.She is a doll
She is a doll, She is your porcelain doll, You better not break her, Don’t make her fall.
She is a doll, She was your porcelain doll, But you broke her heart And now she is no more.
A shadowI walk like a shadow through the sea of hypocrites And shed my tears over humanity. But my tears fall on the dry land And disappear like they were never there.A shadow
It's getting harder to walk alone, Soon even I will drown in many of one.
Don't follow in my footsteps, Be an angel full of life. My wings are broken, But you can still fly.
Winter morningAs I walked down the empty street, my feet falling through the deep snow, I kept asking myself the same question over and over again: “Why the Hell did I get up this morning?!”Winter morning
Cuddled in the warm embrace of my blankets, feeling warm and protected like a baby in its mother’s womb, I dreamed sweet dreams. Somewhere beneath the clouds I was floating on, I heard a faint, but irritating sound. It took me a while till I figured out it was my alarm clock pulling me so viciously out of my dream world. I stretched and threw away my blanket. The cold winter morning air suddenly threw me into a state of shock and like a w
Closeness*sigh*Closeness
Can we just sit here in silence?
Why not?
I really don't feel like talking now. I just want to sit here and stare into nothing...with you by my side.
Your presence is all I need. That feeling of your body close to mine, that warmth and sweet, sweet smell…
Why must we talk?
Why must we waste breath on something that we really don’t need?
If we truly understand each other, we will be able to communicate just through touch…just through closeness…
But if the bridges between us are not finished, not even talking will create connection. &n
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Greetings from VUX!... the last word in life form destruction!
To gain an intimate knowledge of our engines of war
simply place both hands over your eyes and count to three.
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How many lightbulbs does it take to change an *environment ?
May I be so bold as ask how you found my art? I always like to hear.
And I found it through random deviation.
guess that thing is good for something eh?
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"If something is too hard,give it up. The moral my boy is too never try anything" -Simpson, Homer J.
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They're like... miniature Philly cheesesteak sandwiches – they're DELICIOUS.
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