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The ListShe has a list.

She has a long, long list, spanning many pages in her notebook. There are pages upon pages, coated in a messy scrawl of blue gel ink that varies in freshness from hours to years.

Every night, she adds to it. Every night, religiously, ever since she can remember. She has to stay up as long as it takes to add whatever she can recall to her list, no matter how tired or how busy she is. If one were to happen past her house on any particular night, odds are the light would be shining brightly as she frantically scribbled in her notebook.

Her list is precious to her. She isn't proud of it, but she needs it with her always.

The l
HopeMagical night.
Silvery moon.
Silent hope.
Almost Human - Chapter 1: Prelude to MadnessI hope you enjoy the little gift I left behind. I'd love to see your face right now as you receive it. Your blood must be boiling over, your heart racing for the horror your eyes have witnessed, your mind flooding with adrenaline to come after me. All that drive and resolve drowning that constant stoic and brooding stare. Oh, how I'd love to be standing right in front of you to witness the reaction to my present. But alas, my attention is needed elsewhere. That idiot Harley Quinn of mine cannot function properly without my lead. But don't you fret my dear Dark Knight, by the time you finished reading this I'll be waiting for you. I will be wa
Almost Human - Chapter 2: Not as it SeemsCome on Batsy baby! Let us add another wonderful dance to our grand play!" the Joker laughed manically, arms thrown in the air as if reaching to his Batman for an embrace.

Batman charged for him, that crazed laughter rang agonizingly in his mind. He had to silence that unbearable laughter! He pulled back and punched the Joker in the face with all his might. Almost immediately Joker was bleeding profusely from his nose, he stumbled backwards but he kept smiling. He didn't stop; he connected numerous punches and kicks until the clown crashed onto the ground. With weak giggles he managed to lift himself up and dusted himself off.

"Oh darling,
OriginsTime.
Oblivion.
Back to my roots!
She Speaks To YouAn old woman sits in front of a fireplace; steam from a hot cup of tea held in her wrinkled hands gently swirls upward, a soft focus kaleidoscope. She purses her lips and blows gently on the water before taking a slow sip. The lights are out, she watches shadows dance on the walls. She is apparently alone, yet she speaks. She speaks to you.

‘I was like you once. I did as I was told, giddily believed in the world presented to me. I was so eager to fit in to it all, to slide into the processes around me and belong to them, be good, be popular, be successful. Then I died. An experience beyond words, beyond the mundane awareness of time an
On the other sideIn my reflection, new worlds beckoned.
Reminder"Why--why do you hate me?" he snapped brokenly. "I've never--never done anything to you. But you hate me."
"I don't hate you."
"Really? Because I see the way you act around me--quiet and distant. You don't laugh when I'm in the room. But you're different with everyone else. When you can't see me, you're loud, happy... What did I do?" He seems defeated, slumping back.
She feels horrid.
"It's not really your fault," she says slowly, looking away. "I'm sorry. I like you. I really do."
"Then why?
She sighs.
"You remind me of someone. I loved them, but they're gone now. Sometimes, I look at you and I see their face. You'll say something and I hear their voice. I feel... guilty, I guess, for liking you. Things didn't end well between us."
He pauses. "I'm sorry, I didn't..."
"No, it's fine. I needed to get over it anyway."
He nods, getting up to leave.
"Just so you know," he says, "I really like you, too."
Philosophy-*Raphael's POV*     I live with in a place where monsters seem to pop up everywhere and just attack. It is mainly of no reason WHY they exist and they attack. They just appear.

    When I was a little kid, I fought them. I had powers, like my siblings did. My brother was a reaper of human darkness that made him stronger each time. My sister, she had powers of thr worldly elements. And me, well, life, death rebirth, and the flow of time that connects each one (time was of a lesser power) and a bum leg (which I tell about because it is another part of me). However, I digress. As I was saying, for a time I fought off these monsters, because I thought I had t
Suicide #1 of 26 SuicidesThe breeze from the window into his study was rarely quiet. Occasionally, late at night, much too late in most cases, he could be seen by mentally unstable passersby, seen at his battered old ship of a desk, just barely through the ground floor window of his row house, seated beside a table lamp of fancy descent, scratching his cheeks and reflecting on one thing or another with brazen indifference to the world around him and acute curiosity about everything else.

This was his alone time.

Sometimes he read. Crime novels mostly. Sometimes he caught up on work. Law briefs written by childless thirty year olds generally.

Sometimes he unlocked
Les bourreaux– Bonjour, j’ai besoin d’aide. J’en cherche des bonnes, pouvez-vous me conseiller?

– Ne cherché pas plus loin, car de toutes ces tortures que vous avez inventées, je suis la meilleure, ou la pire selon le point de vue. Je n'ai point l'air modeste, il faut cependant regarder le monde en face.

– D’accord. Et qu’ont-elles de spécial celles-là?

– De spécial ? Mais c'est justement ce que je fais : j'oblige mes victimes à regarder le monde en face. Un monde cru, horrible. Leur vie devient un enfer où toutes choses perçues les blessent davantage. Dans celui-ci, le diable – moi en l&rsquo
Limited.  Of course.  So what?  That's a maybe.  What if?  No, that's not possible.  Not even.  Whatever you say!  It never happens.  But you see it everyday!  Well it doesn't appeal.  But when it does?  Then I'll think.  No you won't.  Yes I will!  But it just did happen!  What?  It happened!  I thought I had more time!  Nope, it ran straight out!  You are lying to me.  Am I?  Yes!  Nope, look at the evidence!  That's what happens everyday!  It's nothing bad.  Yes it is!  Your point being?  If somebody found out everything will be wrecked!  Why is that?  Because, it happens everyday, it is discriminated everyday!  It should be accepted sooner or later.  It never will be.  What other things are like this, huh?  Well there was that thing that happened nearly six decades ago, there was the thing that happened two hundred ye
CastlesI kept waiting for the world to fall.

I know it's not the best way to live but... Somehow it came true. Everything is crashing down like a castle battered in a siege that has stood bastion for far too long.

It's like Osigiliath. It's like every castle you've grown to love and care for has come crumbling down without warning. No rumble, no creak; just falling away like it never had been in the first place. As if the castle you'd built faithfully for years has come undone with ruin.

I knew. I knew it would crack maybe, get repaired here or there with love and all the kindness I could spare. But it simply wasn't enough. My best was not enough
...All religions preaching love
Without any comprehension
What in fact it really means
Limited by this dimension
Misinterpreting the words 
Of the few who bridged the border
And in vain tried to explain
Meaning underlying order
a warningi’m sitting in the shower and the water is turned up as hot as it can go because i need to feel warmth again; but it still feels like ice on my skin. and it made me wonder what happens when your best friends laugh doesn’t make you smile anymore, and the feeling of rain on your skin doesn’t make a difference. what happens when you’re left cold and indifferent and so completely numb in a way no one can ever begin to understand?

once when i was little i fell off my bike onto the cement, and my knee started bleeding badly. every time i had fallen off my mom would run up to me and kiss my forehead and tell me i would be fi
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To Itch & Pick at will.

The Scalp-Pull Tick
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The Ones we Made, as well.

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Breathable ArmorHe was the EXCEPTION
With his
questions and suggestions
and she always found obsession
in electing guys like these

Into office or an orifice,
any place in her on purpose
and the beauty of this logic
was a breeze.

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And the NEW one better top the bloody LAST!"

She looked at what she'd said
and decided she was dead
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Crumbling Conversations

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"It is something to know ~ that a penis in tow,
and an arm
are very, very different...

neither
is the measure
of a master creator
a long waving stave of divinity.",

the matriarch said,

baring a strangle hold
on the wrangled mould
as she spoke to the Tiny Hiney Man.

Clearly a 'Ms. Under'... standing heeled and balanced in the cracks

Hiney Man looked on
as mustaches were hard to come by, and not every noble nose could afford one.

"And where there are pussies, there's milk, I assure
the kind that kittens with mittens adore...",

the matriarch finally felt fit to admit
as the crowd failed to roar
and the bulb never lit.

The stubbornness, yes
of sure-footed guests
was...

plate-shifting
wittingly lifting and more


Those heels dug in ~
all to the chagrin

of trees,
once statues,
becoming souls.





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~All-My-Darkness Sep 3, 2012
Looking at this guys amazing collages puts me to shame

But then again I like shame

Makes me wonder what you think of him?

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Feels like a cup of cold coffee
Read on cold day

Then someone points out
Its not coffee
Its a mixture of oats

And glory be
We all know how that shit went

When the bears
And that robbing bitch turned up

I swore ...they were cereal killers too

(runs to avoid rotten fruit)
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*TheMadMulatto Sep 22, 2012
What I think of him has more to do with discovering peeled paint in a lead-filled abandonment.
Happenings.
Dark surfaces surfacing.
A smile from anyone who would stop to take it in.
Incidental pain neither expected nor invited, but seeps nevertheless.
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~All-My-Darkness Oct 10, 2012
Their is always somethinh going on below the surface.
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*CorvusCallosum Mar 14, 2012
:laughing:
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*TheMadMulatto Mar 14, 2012
It was the Tiny Hiney Man, I know it. :lmao:
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*CorvusCallosum Mar 14, 2012
How DID you guess?! :rofl:
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*crh Feb 11, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
read your comment on Jon's piece, and had to jump here to read again! just hilariously excellent, that is!!
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*TheMadMulatto Feb 11, 2012
I was hoping not to offend him with it, but I was so moved I took the risk to pure my brain on his kitchen table. :)
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Mood: Love !DaOnlyOverlord Feb 10, 2012
"It is something to know ~ that a penis in tow,
and an arm
are very, very different...

WHo the hell else could manage to use Penis and Arm and make it sound cool??

:clap::clap::clap::clap:
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*TheMadMulatto Feb 10, 2012
HAHAHHAHAHHAHAH!! :rofl:

Thanks, dude.

HAHAHHAAHH!!
AHahhahah!!!
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