

01 versus 02(1) Let me live, and let me love Let our bodies crash with the dying sun Inside these paths my heels get caught An exploited mind, but never sought.01 versus 02
(2) You'll never know what the hell I meant Just believe what you've seen and by the by dreamt It's now or never, but now will never come Never are the praises of which I have sung.
(1) Shoot me now, or let me stay I'm always the mongrel hound that bay Through my head you've rammed the unholy pin The one surely crafted out of sin.
(2) So what's your point? The deals have dropped &n


A Narrative: The TempleHmmm...I've never noticed that the floor tiles where dark green and red. I've been coming here for so long, and I can't believe I haven't noticed that yet. "What are you looking at?" said a voice from behind.A Narrative: The Temple
"The tiles," I respond quietly. I kick back my right heel and turn on it gently. The first thing that always strikes me are his eyes; those greenish-blue eyes. His eyes are dark, but when the light hits them they are bright. His eyes are a perpetual taunt, like he knows something that you do not. "Why were you looking at the tiles?"
"I've never noticed their colors." A s


Party HardyI know better, but I tripped and fell the same.Party Hardy
I know better, but I still drove myself insane.
I know better, but do you really know the way?
I know better, but I'm one hell of an angry dame.
I know better, now lock me in those chains.
I know better, now I want to hear you scream.
I know better, but it's an awful dirty scene.
I know better, so I'm nothing you don't need.
I know better; too drunk to find my jeans.
I know better; this all started in my tee


A Narrative: ZombifiedLiving had stopped for me. Real living. You know, that sort of life you feel inhibiting all of you, and everything you do ends with a sort of calm. A peaceful calm; the kind that crushes a scream when something terrifying is happening, and then you realize that it just doesn't really matter. Ecstasy remains at the tip of your tongue, and you seem to possess a strange knowledge of the existence of everything, but it's too complicated for your mind to comprehend. That was how I used to be; a vault of inner treasures and secrets, but now things are different. I am the groomed wife of a groomed husband, opulent and rA Narrative: Zombified
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I once was Samurai. Now I'm just Bonsai.
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Artists are magical helpers. Evoking symbols and motifs that connect us to our deeper selves, they can help us along the heroic journey of our own lives.
Joseph Campbell
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Bobby: "Your piercing the veil Dean. Glimpsing the B-side."
Dean: "A little less new-agey please!"
Bobby: "You're almost hell's bitch. So...you can see hell's other bitches."
Dean: "...Thank you."
-From "Supernatural"/created by Eric Kripke
I appreciate the encouragement!
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Artists are magical helpers. Evoking symbols and motifs that connect us to our deeper selves, they can help us along the heroic journey of our own lives.
Joseph Campbell
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Bobby: "Your piercing the veil Dean. Glimpsing the B-side."
Dean: "A little less new-agey please!"
Bobby: "You're almost hell's bitch. So...you can see hell's other bitches."
Dean: "...Thank you."
-From "Supernatural"/created by Eric Kripke
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"Honey no matter where you go, there you are."
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Bobby: "Your piercing the veil Dean. Glimpsing the B-side."
Dean: "A little less new-agey please!"
Bobby: "You're almost hell's bitch. So...you can see hell's other bitches."
Dean: "...Thank you."
-From "Supernatural"/created by Eric Kripke
--
Bobby: "Your piercing the veil Dean. Glimpsing the B-side."
Dean: "A little less new-agey please!"
Bobby: "You're almost hell's bitch. So...you can see hell's other bitches."
Dean: "...Thank you."
-From "Supernatural"/created by Eric Kripke
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