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ImbalanceWater flowing, mixing with words long overdue. She wipes her face, unsure of his meaning.  
 
He stutters, he starts, he stops. He wipes his face, unsure of her intention.  
 
She bends, ignoring him, and skips a smooth, flat, perfect rock across the river. But the water is flowing too rapidly, and it merely sinks.   
He grabs her shoulders and shakes her. Listen to me! He shouts.  
 
She shrugs him off and looks at everything but him.  
 
He stares at her eyes.   
Her eyes are a testament to martyrdom.   
He sees what he’s never seen before. He sees the world the way Imbalance
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Shadow PuppetOn her face is a map of the world. It’s the palest of pale. Her eyes are the blackest of black. Her lips are pouty and chapped; always ready to kiss, or to bite. She’s your average twelve, going on forty-year-old, with hate in her heart, and lifeless eyes. She’ll rip you apart, and dance around your remains. The sun refuses to smile upon such a soul, and she refuses to smile upon it.  
 
The turtlenecks cover the bruises. The bruises cover the skin. The skin covers the essence that is her.  
 
Don’t be fooled though, she’s not all bad. She takes pleasure in the little details. In the grains of sand Shadow Puppet
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FatherhoodThe room was supposed to exude an air of comfort, and sooth its occupants into believing that this was not the last stop, the end of the road, the final gig. To Johnny, the room was a dull, bleak, fuck you sort of reminder that his father was a sandwich short of a picnic and that he hadn’t played with a full deck of cards for years. The only consolation the nurses offered, was when they looked at him with slanted eyebrows and sad eyes, as if to say ‘Hey, don’t worry bro, we’re all a bit loco in here.’   
Johnny’s father wasn’t in at the moment, he was told. His Daddio was ‘indisposed’. Jo Fatherhood
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Atrocities We Sometimes CommitHere.   Here is where you need to be.  But.  There.   There is where you bloody well are.  From a distance  --- Always, a distance  I watch you.  Moving on.  Moving up.  Moving beyond anything I was  ...or could have been.   
Here.   Here is where you are.  Fighting yesterday’s problems  today.  Fighting today’s problems  tomorrow.   
Tomorrow.   Tomorrow you will be fighting  everything.  Fighting without   cause.  Without reason.  You’re a weekend vigilante,  let loose after dinner.  &nbs Atrocities We Sometimes Commit
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At The End Of AugustIt was night time, and she was wearing sunglasses. The moon was dim, the stars were bright and the grass shimmered beneath our feet. The ocean played softly as background noise as I gazed at her. She wore pants of the brightest red and they showed off her legs, a black top revealed small, yet delightful cleavage.  
 
Her lips were full and rose in colour; I wanted to kiss them deeply and passionately. Yet I daren’t. She was beautiful in her own deformed way. But she wasn’t mine. I didn’t have a right.   
This encounter was a goodbye, she had said. Au revoir, auf wiedersehen, la revedere. She had laughed sard At The End Of August
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Thursday Afternoon.I was sitting in the living room, just sitting and staring into space. I stroked the golden necklace that hung around my neck absently, the necklace that always reminded me of the ex-boyfriend that had given it to me.  
 
There was the sound of thundering footsteps, and as I looked around slowly this stranger came bursting in through my front door. He paused and looked at me. I looked at him. For moments we remained like this. I blinked, and when I opened my eyes again, his hands held a knife.   
I eyed the knife with a curious interest, wild thoughts occurring in my mind. I got myself to my feet, and said “You’l Thursday Afternoon.
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VesselThe walls were mirrored. Two-way mirrors, lining the hallway top to bottom. There were people, hundreds of them, on the other side of the mirrors. Watching me, following my body with their eyes. Hungry with lust and desire. They watched me dance and sway and squirm. I played for them, I did it all for them. The floor was made of cement, harsh, solid cement that was the ugliest grey. My bare feet barely touched it as I twirled to music only I could hear. The watchers never spoke or made any sound. I could only hear the constant humming of fluorescent lights, and the soft tap-tapping that my feet made with each landing.  
 
There was Vessel
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The Executioner‘Next,’ he called. By now the line of bodies stretched across the whole room and the blood was flowing strongly into the gutters and drains situated at multiple locations amongst the white tile. The guards dragged up another pale, feeble figure.   
‘Kneel,’ he said. The boy, for he was just a boy, dropped ungraciously to his knees, shaking all over. There was fear evident in his eyes, as had there been in all the eyes of the people that were now just bodies. But unlike those other people this boy did not quite understand what was about to happen to him.  
 
‘Close your eyes,’ the executioner s The Executioner
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Journal Entry: Wed Jun 10, 2009, 4:30 AM
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So I've been thinking about getting a tattoo for a while now, and I've pretty much decided that on my 18th birthday - I'm getting one. On the inside of my arm, to start with. And then if I like that one, maaaaybe I'll get some more in other places.

I don't know what to get though. I know it's not going to be coloured, just black and shades of grey. Other than that, I have a few ideas...

Also, it's really cold here. I was 11 degrees Celsius this morning. SO COLD. It's exam time at the moment, which is fairly dull. Out of four exams, I've done two. I have another one this Saturday morning (cruel and unusual, I know).

And then, I get to go home for two weeks, come back, and start Journalism! I'm so excited about it. :excited:

Lastly, I've a new found obsession: Sylvia Plath. Is it weird I see bits of myself in her? ;p I bought a copy of the Bell Jar the other day, it's going to be ages before it arrives though.

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  • Current Residence: Queensland, Australia.
  • Favourite movie: Shortbus, Amelie, Donnie Darko, In Bruges, Pan's Labyrinth, Eastern Promises, Taken.
  • Favourite band or musician: Nine Inch Nails, VAST, The Kooks, Lamb Of God, Otep, System of A Down.
  • Favourite poet or writer: Sylvia Plath, Wilbur Smith, Stephen King, Chuck Palahniuk, Jodi Picoult, Richard Laymon.
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=redvsblack:iconredvsblack: Jun 30, 2009, 2:40:24 AM
DUDE i've probably crapped on about yves klein blue before, but they just released their first album! And you should like them cause they're local in brisbane :P

check em out!
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No matter what, no matter who, no matter what I do, somebody hates me.
-Reel Big Fish
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!gaaraofthefunk125:icongaaraofthefunk125: Jun 22, 2009, 8:53:52 AM
Hello. I was looking at your gallery and you have some great work. I just wanted to let you know that there is a new room open for photography critiques. You can give critiques and be critiqued. Feel free to drop by. And tell others about this too please. We always welcome newcomers.


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Hope to see you there!
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~kaunau:iconkaunau: Jun 18, 2009, 2:05:11 AM
thank you for your words!

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