AdrianAdrian, boy, is Sixteen, and Speculatively wondering If the world he silently inhabits Is apart from our own He sees so much small than He so eloquently concieves Adrian, very small in Both, is terribly worried that One's world may consist soley of One's own influence, that The myth of his existence will Be proven just that, he Comes to study the greater Part of our world, seeing In himself the corrupted Proof of our existence, and Is in waiting for the same Supporting of his own, he Yet unacknowledged, when AcknowledgementAdrian
Village Lift Me UpVillage lift me up Envelope me and displace my tears Sing me to sleep On the soft dead grass Beneath tattered pines and misplaced willow (And I've always wanted a weeping willow)The sky is a blotted blue screen Streams fill with stinging water Rushing from streets and ditches Descending into the natural To soak the yellowing empty fields (And I always feel so small)The snow is gathering in yards Under plastic flags and $19.99 sentiments The good ones put out lights But the ice coversVillage Lift Me Up
Anime EyesWhen my girl goes walking Through hallways in back of the library She clutches her private prize Heels click shirt rustle Wax flowers bloom down chilly corridors Perfume wafts through the bedsheet lies And she's got anime eyesWhen petals drip on tile floors In empty glass laboratories She pins the helpless butterflies Teeth clench nails drag Stars burn away in wilted gardens Evicted from the watery pale skies But she's still got her anime eyesWhen the cacaphon keeps her Awake but not quite alive She caters at a September funeral Nylon tears, doors shut &Anime Eyes
Inherently Evil ConclusionI'm inherently evil. I've just decided that those words best describe it at this point in my life. I can't explain why I came to this conclusion, but its pretty clear in my mind. I doubt you'd all get it if I tried an explanation, anyways. If when I was eleven, or twelve, if someone had told me I'd be spending the majority of my late adolescence writing bizarre love stories that can almost be deemed bona-fide Anne Rice-Style soft-core porn, crying, and reading socialist manifestos with zeal, well, I wouldn't have bought into it. But now, it seems like the only path I could possibly have taken was the one I took.Inherently Evil Conclusion
I'm a fatal
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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