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The hard, hard shell, what lies within? What secrets will it not reveal? You pound upon it with such din, You hope to find a tasty meal?
As you pound upon it you wonder, What lies within the rough hard shell? What wonder needs such a house? Have you thought it might be hell?
Have you thought it may not be To keep the seeker out? Perhaps to keep the prisoner in, To never be let out?
Or perhaps, the treat encased within Is beyond your understanding. The sweetness just might overwhelm you, Wouldn't that be dandy? &nbs
by ~slinkor
Depression's PrayerDepression's PrayerDepression's Prayer
Now I lie down and try to sleep I beg you, friend, do not weep If I am dead before I wake And Reaper, dear, don't make me wait I do not wish for one more day So please cruel world, just go away
In mercy's name, Amen.
by ~slinkor
DragonsDragonsDragons
In from the dark and the cold she came, In from the wind and the rain. In from the hunt and the fight she came, Bringing her cold look of pain.
The crowd parted round her and backed well away, They'd seen her kind before. They knew full well what the girl was The moment she stepped through the door.
But they could never imagine the battles she'd seen, Or the horrors that littered her trail. Dragons and goblins, in the ears of the sheep, Were crazy, delusional tales.
But I, I knew her path. I knew of the dragons she'd slain.
by ~slinkor
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HomeI wanna go home...Home
where there's no pain where there's no suffering.
I wanna go home...
where the sun is always shining where the clouds look like marshmallows.
I wanna go home...
where the grass is green where the trees are tall.
I wanna go home...
where there's no crime where there's no evil.
I wanna go home.
by ~fun-and-eventful
LurkerLingering in the shadows staying out of sightLurker
keeping out of mind slinking away from where the common wind blows evaporating when a
presence approaches, dissipating as a
light draws near.
I, the unseen presence watch and observe the norms all around. enjoying the view of the common folk. the pleasure of watching the good and the bad skitter around like mice and insects buzzing from here to there.
by ~fun-and-eventful
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- Interests: computers, scifi, fantasy
- Favourite movie: Serenity, Pitch Black
- Favourite band or musician: Stevie Nicks
- Favourite genre of music: Rock
- Favourite poet or writer: Lord Byron, Charles Pellegrino, Robert Jordan, L Ron Hubbard
- Operating System: Depression (and Vista)
- Shell of choice: my outer personality
- Favourite game: M.A.X. (will not work in 64 bit systems)
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
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