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what is it to be human

think about everything that has ever happened in life. what do you see? do you see a place where everything is rosy and clear and a wonderful picture of where you think you should be? or do you see what truelly lies at the depths of your soul? perhaps you see what you think should be there, a mix of love and pain, a mix of greens
and blacks. but the more you think about it the more it turns into a blank face, distorted and unrealistic, like some medieval painting, a mere construct of the human mind.
let me tell you what i see when i look inside o

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ApocalypsoSetting: Chef Cameron and Line Cook Sam are doing prep in kitchen, Sean is at a table making roll ups
Enter Rex
Rex: hey Sean Sean: oh, hi Rex. Who’s on tonight? Rex: uh, Jessie and Lance, I think. Hold on ill check in the back.
Exit Rex
Cameron: Sam, I thought it told you not to sear the salmon. Why can’t you just do what I say?
Enter Rex
Rex: Cameron, you blaming Sam for your screw ups again? Yeesh! Sam, come on man stand up for yourself. He’s not any danger; really, he’s pretty much a big baby…ok Sean, let’s see who we got. Front wait: Jessie and you, Apocalypso
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Lovers response to the roseYou may be a rose in the devils garden, thorned and black as the night that you grow beneath, but i know you're heart is pure white. You may have been feed with pain and fear, the tears of the world rained down from that land far beyond the starlight, but i know that within the sun shines through. You may be surrounded by the venomed
thoughts of the most evil men, your companions in this twisted garden of eden, a far mockery of the original. and though your past and origin make even the worst men on the planet look like alter boys in comparison, you are at yo Lovers response to the rose
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homeThe morning light upon closed doors, tranquility amid the chaos. but no more the trifle was this scene to me, but a painful memory of what was.
Regal was the mark you left behind for me to see. But twisted now is my soul, and sodden be my grief.
Like steel it was on morning light, to find the doors all closed. Breaking bonds of faithfulness and surrounding all in ice.
All that remains, just a tattered man who waits beside the door. Tirelessly longing to see it move, and know that you've come home home
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ShadowsDark dispelled from the earth, a world awoken to the light of a swift sunrise, as the fire star rises above the sea. Gently it lifts eye and wakes us from dream of pain and blackness, to light that fills every crack.

Now the burning ember climbs ever higher, and shadows grow in length. Sunlight glancing off the golden towers, reflecting from water to windows, form skyline to sea, and climbs where none can reach.
Descent from heights unknown to man, to fall into the sea. Darkness lost with the day returns to claim its throne of sleep Shadows
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Sun Apr 8, 2007, 6:06 PM

Mood: Zeal
Listening to: Sleep Over,The Love Kill
Watching: idiots play video games
Playing: pool
Eating: pizza
Drinking: vodka and gatorade

well, so far it been an interesting couple of weeks. my good friend just broke up with her boy friend and it wasn't pretty. and im out here in colorado when i should be back home making her feel better. i am finding myself more and mor attracted to a good friend of mine, a girl i act like a brother to some times, and a boy friend at others, its a confussing situation. but shes interested in my good friend and im going to prom with her sister (who really is great, but im every thing that turns her off) any way, i gotta go, ill have more later.
Peace playa

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Current Residence: Virginia
Interests: Poetry, play writing, acting, living in general
Favourite movie: The Insider
Favourite band or musician: Tiger Army
Favourite genre of music: Indie
Favourite artist: Jimmy Buffet (oh yes, he paints)
Favourite poet or writer: Colridge, Frost, Henry 8, Spenser, Mentore, Klein, Miller-Bryson, Hopkins, Clabogh, Swift, Bryon
Favourite photographer: Allard
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: Ipod
Favourite game: Black and White 2
Favourite gaming platform: PC
Favourite cartoon character: Top Cat
Personal Quote: "Those in a Hurry do not arrive" Zen Saying
Tools of the Trade: Quill, Ink, and candel light

Email: clt25@pitt.edu
AIM: wanderingsage567

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~followinghim Feb 14, 2007, 10:57:34 PM

thanks for the fav

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they say every picture is worth 1000 words. So can i take one that causes no words, but instead you are ingulfed in thought. That causes nothing at all, but makes you stand in awe of the weirdness of color, angle, or lighting.

=artofkerem Feb 14, 2007, 3:38:59 AM

Many thanks for the

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=edelweiss26 Feb 11, 2007, 11:57:31 PM

Thank you a lot for fav my "No sun in the sky"!

~followinghim Feb 11, 2007, 11:50:28 PM

thanks for reading my stuff and i loved reading your feedback and im glad you liked them
god bless
jjkh

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they say every picture is worth 1000 words. So can i take one that causes no words, but instead you are ingulfed in thought. That causes nothing at all, but makes you stand in awe of the weirdness of color, angle, or lighting.

~FadingLightOfGlory Feb 11, 2007, 6:38:45 PM

Thanks for adding me to your friends list, hun!

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The measure of a man
Stands or falls with what he leaves behind
Gather on the sand,
Let your voices carry to the sky.
Rise in light,
Let the gods look down on this and wonder...
- "Measure Of A Man" by Heather Dale

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