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That Crooked Black Ladder

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Oh, Moon: A ConversationMoon: How's up?
Sun: It's not bad up here by myself, on the uppermost shelf.  Though, the dust collects thick.  Hows down?
Moon: Warm and comforting, the air, much like the dust, is thick and heavy, but if you can stand to breathe it, you'll find it worth the effort.
Sun: Well, I'm not one for pleasure.  Pain is my treasure.  I covet it alone in my uppermost home.  Alas, perhaps, to each his own.

Moon: To each's own, where his seams are sown, and his thoughts are grown, and love does roam – a hillside awash in shades of chrome and yellow. &n Oh, Moon: A Conversation
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Oh GenerationCan we not do better? I see the stormy weather. But can we not come together?
Must the wolves prowl where the children sleep? I see no sheppard, yet many sheep. Do we sow what we reap? Do we think, do we weep? Oh, our innocence lost! We must have it again but we know not the cost of this debt run so deep.
Our apathy holds us in a sin cradle! Wake up!  Arise from your manger. Walk out of the stable. Fall down on your knees and cry out, if you're able.
Weep now, brothers. Pull up the sheets. &nbs Oh Generation
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Death with ChristThis world is a prick From that pinwheel of stars So quick to become One and intravenous With the homo genus It's so easy to keep These needles Stuck deep within our hands Gaining speed with each stride And, again, we run blindly
I gave my needles to my heart And, oh, did I lust for my pain I adopted dualism And was born two beings One was beautiful The other, not worth seeing One was altruistic While the other worshiped reason One was quite at peace While the other had its seasons Of roller coaster madness &nbs Death with Christ
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This Theory FulfilledThis theory fulfilled One hundred times over Hell, I saw the blood spilled Laying thick on the clover It was right by your side Do you remember those lies? Remember Isabella? She divorced her soul She took that bow Due to thought control Though it guides her now Only farther into this thicket It tragically Strums my heart strings My heart sings For your love and your torment In this torrent of love And lament And whatever else So look at me now? Have I forgotten myself? And pick me up now Put me back on your shel This Theory Fulfilled
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~Mabelisk Feb 13, 2005, 4:30:40 PM

Hey Billy. Let's throw a party.

~phantasmx3 Sep 30, 2004, 3:59:51 PM

I checked my list and your suck at Cstrike srry I had to be the one to tell you that!!!!
Love,
James John

~subthricecity Sep 6, 2004, 6:18:59 PM

pretty billy o. how are you doing? how was your summer?
love your words but i loved your pictures too. hope it goes well.

~prettyisabella Sep 19, 2004, 11:19:45 PM

summer was good. im going to start WRITING AGAIN.

how was yours?

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~twead Aug 30, 2004, 6:16:02 PM

Hello Random Deviant!

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*poke*poke*

`kolaboy Aug 16, 2004, 12:51:54 PM

That's one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me . Thanks so much

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~sulangel Aug 5, 2004, 11:47:05 AM

have you ever thoght about making a song.....
i like your work its very exspiring.....get with me some time and ill talk more with you prehaps we could wright a song or to its up to you. but all in all keep up the good work.