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Ultimate Sailor Moon : Chapter 15The bar was smokey by this time of night.
It was a local hotspot, the kind of place girls go to dance where no one will recognize them. It was a place they say you go to relax at, but no one in the establishment looked very relaxed. Guys were hovering around the provocatively dressed women who tossed down drink after drink with their flirty smiles.
The atmosphere was chaotic in that sensual kind of way. Voluptuous figures moved back and forth as the lights flickered to their body strokes. Eyes devoured the scene, hungry for more as their hearts lay beating uncontrollably in their chests. Their minds were filled with devious thoughts, their souls buried deep under their own desires.
No one questioned the why's and how's of the nights adventure. They found themselves here as they did every weekend. Same place, same faces, same intoxicated thoughts for another dreamless night. They were all under it's deprived spell. It was a hypnotic rhythm of drowned out music, uninhibited talking, obno
'Warcraft - Echoes' PreviewDaniel slumped down in the cushioned captains chair and ignored the beeps and alarms that echoed all around him. His haunting blue eyes stung from the blood that seeped into them from the wound on the top of his head. He ignored the pain as he obsessively traced over every inch of the consoles and monitors in the cockpit with them.
There was a loud banging at the exit door, but he paid it no attention. He felt a strange peace as he now stared out into the endless sea of space. He thought about the freedom he had found amongst the stars , and couldn't help but grin even under the circumstances.
While Daniel daydreamed of the adventure that lead him to this point, the star ship hurdled toward its destination. In the far distance was a speck that was hard to distinguish from the other specks that littered the black sea.
"Time til arrival on Azeroth is ten minutes."
The sweet sound of his wife's voice drew Daniel out of his daze. He pushed the cracked glasses up on his nose and brushed the
The Coming Darkness"An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity." - Martin Luther King Jr.
I'm writing this journal in the hopes that someday, somewhere, someone will read about the final days of humanity, and how in its end it finally became everything it always had the chance to be.
Existence is, was, and always will be a funny thing. Where did we come from? Why were we put here? What is the point of it all?
I had never really considered the questions that have always baffled my kind. I didn't feel the need to. School and church had always told me two different stories, but they were good enough for me to never really look much into the details. There was always the big bang theory, creationism, cavemen and Gods, and other explanations to the why's and how's of how I came to be. It gave me an excuse to worry about the little things in life, like popularity, girls, video games, and
Movie Review - Chernobyl DiariesThe story of Chernobyl has always fascinated me. I remember hearing about the tragedy a long time ago, and in recent years I've looked through hundreds of pictures from that nuclear wasteland. I've always wondered why Hollywood had never touched the place. It has a dark history, and the visual of an abandoned city overgrown by nature is haunting already.
Finally, someone has made a film about one of my favorite subjects. It wasn't the movie I wanted to be, but it was better than what I feared.
We start off with your typical party scene and establish our very limited amount of characters early. There are the estranged brothers Chris and Paul, played by Jesse McCartney (!) and Jonathan Sadowski, the hot blonde girlfriend of Jesse's character, and the single girl/best friend who serves as a sort of love interest for our other brother. They're a likeable bunch, unlike so many horror movies now where the characters are either so moronic or so obnoxious you want to see them slaughtered.
Ramblings of a MadmanLife is what you make of it.
But I don't know what to make of life. I've yet to understand the complexities that make up what we call a "life."
Am I doing it right? Are any of us?
What is your "life" and what does it mean to you?
For some it is a means to an end. It's a momentary inconvenience for a stage production much grander than the high school play we've all been burdened with. For these people life is the true limbo. It is a necessary evil before the big payoff.
I wish I could buy into that. With all of the suffering we have to endure on a daily basis it would be nice to think that there is something better at the end.
Is this the space between Heaven and Hell? Do God and the Devil act like captains on a sandlot baseball team and pick out their teams here?
Where is the proof? Is there proof all around us?
Have you ever thought that the day to day decisions you make are apart of a bigger plan? That there is no such thing as free will?
Impossible. If I take this kitchen blade righ
Dreaming DreamerI often dream of dreams,
dreams of dreams in the past.
Longing for dreams of a simpler time,
dreams born from happiness that could never last.
I dreamt of a family and home,
Poor but rich in spirit.
Dreams that turned to visions of a father sitting alone.
And his pleas to the angel mother who refused to hear it.
I fear to dream now when I lay down to sleep.
Of the serpent chasing me in my nightly wake.
How those dreams of yesteryear make me weep.
And scream at the nightmares that my demons love to create.
And I now lay me down to sleep.
I pray the lord my soul to keep.
But he never hears my cries of desperation.
And keeps to himself my dreams of salvation.
Another night of the serpents bite.
Another dream of my eternal plight.
Il est temps de partir, infants de l’aube grise
Il est temps de savoir, ou d’aller à la brise
Nous fûmes sœurs de sang, d’âme et parfois de corps
Mais la nuit nous priva du repos dû aux morts.
Comme la feuille au vent, nos racines sont sèches
Fiancées aux tombeaux froids, mariées aux ravins rêches ;
Sous le soleil Corinthe, et Athènes et la Pnyx
Sous la lune le Nord, et l’horizon d’onyx.
Marchez, blêmes infants, découvrez sous la terre
La triple damnation accablant votre mère,
Prenez garde en entrant dans l’antre du passé
Son goût pour le sang froid jamais ne s’est lassé ;
The InquisitorBy right of God
The Holy Spirits
And the Church
I shall shape the world
A world bound by unity
Where none is an enemy
A world expelled from evil
Where no demon roams the earth
My sword fighting the fire
That defies my belief
A scorched stake
The end of all my foes
By right of God
The Holy Spirits
And the Church
I have shaped the world
Silver Slips and DancersIt’s there in the beaten mirror she holds
In broken hands she cries of a defeat
The night will take her before she grows old
And they will cry, “narcissist” in the street
There, she dances softly on the surface
And shows the swan what it means to pirouette
But she cannot break exteriors face
found so ashen from the year’s cigarette
They will write books about that wayward girl
Speak of once easy laugh and softest eyes
That such light could be consumed by this world
should show that both bones and beauty will die
Pressed fingers to lips form a last cachet
In silver, shard veils, sashaying away
TranscendenceI'd like to be the sun as well as the moon:
for me to be star-crossed and tragic.
I'd like to be remembered, and legends be true
And be regarded, above all, as magic.
Let mythology be damned, they'll worship me so
For they hardly even know.
Let mythology be damned,
Let mythology be damned,
Their song and dance will be quite a show.
I dream of the day I'm fire within the ice
Encapsulated in all my splendor.
But maybe just a marble statue will suffice
As long as they gaze and worship in wonder.
The shrines will come and the offerings will flow
And the cults will branch in droves.
The shrines will come
The shrines will come
And wide-eyed followers will come in tow.
It'll be easier to be a martyr
Because there is no hard work for me.
I'll just need to pose with my dog and armor
I'll receive a holiday, you'll see!
Like water in amber, I will be memorialized
And become the spark in your eyes.
Like water in amber
Like Water in amber
Becoming an idol is a clever disguise!
Love Sonnet #3Love Sonnet #3
My tranquility, my peace of mind
Cannot be found outdoors
Nor can it be found in a throng of men
They have a voice like a lion's roar
They never frighten or intimidate [me]
Nay! They only disgust and bore me
My peace of mind, my joy at heart
Is found at home, with one
Who I love and who loves me
From dawn till dusk, till dawn
For I know that we both crave much love
And we cannot bear to live alone
Aye! there is but one source of peace for me:
That is my love, my sweetheart, Puabi.
Man of Thirteen FacesLord of Time.
The oncoming storm.
Destroyer of worlds.
now fallen hero.
Warrior of fire and ice.
Thief and physician.
Defender of Earth.
No HeroWe pledge ourselves to saintliness.
We turn our eyes away.
Forget that people suffer.
Not here, and not today.
Turn our faces upwards
And sing into the sky:
Hell must find a hero
When all the angels cry.
You Be The Family...Father, thank you for all your efforts.
Mother, thank you for all your sacrifices.
But please don't cry for me.
For in heaven there is no room.
No room for the tears to fall.
Brother, you were my idol.
Sisters, you've gone through more.
I'm not as strong as any of you.
I'm more than half of you all.
I've seen it all.
I've felt it all.
I've heard it all.
Yet not as much as you.
'Cause I'm not as old but
We all know that some
Are old even when young.
Since we've all said
it's whats inside
not what is outside.
But I can tell you.
I'd rather be outside,
Then stuck inside.
All by myself.
So I'm letting go.
That this is goodbye.
(c) Damien Blaze 6/12/2013
She passes through with the grace of a heavenly goddess
With skin as fair as snow, and as refined as royalty
She possess an allure that can make a man fall to fealty
Her eyes are like a clear moonlit sky on a summer night
To which you find yourself so immersed to turn away from such a sight
A beautiful rebel in a society of woes
She is the crown of graciousness from her sunlit blonde hair to every little toes
But I jest, she is the only one I reach for yet she has become so unattainable.
This woman-This angel has captured my heart
But as I try to voice this love, I become tangled in emotional webs that are unshakable
For she has found a soul to share in a brilliant young upstart
As she gravitates toward him, she never will have
The Fading Star of IdealismWhen I was a child all I wanted to be was a star.
I was boisterous by nature and a standout by far.
In my later years I realized that stars are exceptional only in name,
Unique in a way but surrounded by a sea of billions of the same.
We fool ourselves into thinking that we're more important than we really are.
When in reality we carry with us the mediocrity of a single star.
I no longer envy the twinkling lights that hang overhead.
I think from now on I'd rather be a planet instead.
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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