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Charlotte - Status: Member
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- Deviant since Feb 23, 2007, 8:06 AM
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The fortress of his mindI pace through the artificially lit white prison that stinks of chemicals, wishing I didn't have to be here, but hoping for the best. The best is not what's before me as I enter the two-bed room, scattered with machines and a few stray sympathy cards. The still figure lying there: a familiar face, but a body lost to the outside world. His eyes wake and greet me with a knowing smile. A sense of defeat begins to creep into the room, as this silence floods us, until a harsh cough proves his efforts are still brave. It's hard to know what to say to a man who always knew the right words, but I struggle through a polite one-sided conversation thatThe fortress of his mind
in General Non-Fiction on 4/6/08
Descartes' PuzzleI think therefore I am, He said but can I know I think? I think I think, but cannot know my thinking can exist.Descartes' Puzzle
What's knowing but a rightful think? And thinking but a guess? I guess I think, but do I guess that I can think I am?
I know I am - I mean, I think I'm trying to know right now. So if I think I know I am I can know I am, I think.
But no, hang on, I do not think I know that I can think so perhaps I cannot think or know or even am at all.
I do not know I think, he said, so what can I conclude? I canno
in Fixed on 4/6/08
The Red Scarf“Good Morning, Alex. It is 7:15 after midnight. Breakfast will be supplied at 7:30.”The Red Scarf
Disgruntled by this routine awakening, I rose from my sumptuous bed in a manner some would say lacked appreciation for my privileged lifestyle. I had never got used to the booming automated voice that was replayed each morning to all those in the district, though I must admit the tone had improved slightly since the early days.
I shuffled towards the wardrobe and grabbed the outfit already selected for me – the clean white uniform that was mandatory for all members of the Northern district. The nearby mirror reflected
in Science Fiction on 6/29/07
Stephen Christianin Concerts & Musicians on 6/10/07
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EagerDevious Information
- Websitehttp://www.myspace.com/runningwithscissors29
- Emailrunning.with.scissors29@gmail.com
- MSNcharlie_gal64@hotmail.com
- Current Age: 17
- Current Residence: Melbourne
- Interests: Music, the English language, AFL
- Favourite movie: A Clockwork Orange + Sweeney Todd + V for Vendetta + The Edukators
- Favourite band or musician: AFI + The Beatles
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative Rock
- Favourite poet or writer: George Orwell
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
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Devious Comments
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Each time someone stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope.
it was a beautiful poem.
really meaningful
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Do what you feel is right, and the rest will just fall into place!
it was a beautiful poem.
really meaningful
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Do what you feel is right, and the rest will just fall into place!
it was a beautiful poem.
really meaningful
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Do what you feel is right, and the rest will just fall into place!
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Ick-y MySpace Linkage >>> [link]
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..emily..
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..emily..
ohh yes, AFI truly are the greatest, aren't they!?
zomg! you. are. so. lucky.
(i also got to meet them...which is my claim to fame and they rocked haha)
catchya round
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..emily..
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but thanks for watching ^^
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One by one We bite the dust We kick the bucket Begin to rust
Ashes to ashes Bones to paste You'll wither away in your resting place
Eternity in a wooden case
+ W E A L L F A L L D O W N +
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"Don't give a damn about what people think or say, if you don't like what you see get outta my way"-Nekromantix
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I promise of all my tears and ghost smiles
I promise on the shimmering pavement
I promise on the blackened sky and crawling branches
My promise is the only thing I can give to you
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Catastrophe, impure and unclean.
Painful honesty of what is humanity.
Weak and exposed, don't cover the lens.
Vile perfection but broken at ends.
[link]
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... we dance from sheer relief,
everything must change, nothing stays the same...
welcome!
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... we dance from sheer relief,
everything must change, nothing stays the same...
ha.
ha.
yeah. i love your poems buddy, really i do. never stop writing!
I shall keep on eye on this site. Which leave me with one eye. Hmmm.
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Each time someone stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope.
I'm expecting good things from you.
Don't dissapoint.
Yay
-Emily
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