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We've grown tired of stale, meaningless thought. Purpose should be brought back to everyday questions and words, therefore spewspeak is born. The key to this community is reaction.
If you'd like to be a part of this community, simply spew.
Pose Prose: Identity.I've always wondered how distinct identity of self is developed. Is it ever distinct? Is it ever developed at all?Pose Prose: Identity.
Walking and observing, I mingle with people who seem to have this thing down. They are able to tell you exactly who they are. But, I've noticed this is generally comprised of their interests, and facts of core essence are not mentioned at all. Is identity made of things one is interested in?
Lately I've been thinking that identity is a customized mindset of emotion and thought that each person looks through individually. But, that says nothing, really. I've spent a lot of time trying to describe and put
Blasphemy and TragedyBlasphemy and TragedyBlasphemy and Tragedy
Shakespeare has always followed the supernatural crowd, giving his audiences just what they want and fear: humanity’s true mentality and the underlying forces that drive it mad. He was best at using psychology in his plays, awing the crowd with the illusion of human malignance. Aside from his expert knowledge of psychology, he was a steadfast believer in the supernatural and its effects on human behavior. This is a tricky concept considering it could also be another form of psychology. &
Ootuepiahh In a space, in my brain, there is a place where love still reigns. Brutality, hostility, predjudice, and corruption do not exist. All the things society tells you to fear all your life are as harmless as can be. Fear is not the problem here, in this civilization. The only problem the lack of citrus sunshine in the day for the inhabitants of this fair villa to play near an ocean made of cream soda. Normality does not exist, only understanding. Of course, in a place where the weather is adjusted to costomary settings, how can normality be concidered a real entity? Sadness still remains; it is sadness done to these creatures by the mere sOotuepiahh
What the Bogeymen rejectDouble storey-ed, Victorian house, with porch and pool contains two children (comes with two parents). Names: Eric and Amy. Age: Seven and Eight.What the Bogeymen reject
Both children were of slight builds, petite and not of the athletic variety (perhaps that was why they were chosen; more tender in a way). They were beautiful children, with their perfect, delicate features and creamy skin. They also seemed untouchable. And in a sense, they were almost worshipped.
An angry cry rips the silence of the house apart. Pounding, urgent footsteps sound immediately towards the source. Doors pushed open carelessly in has
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republicans drive like jerks
-surveys scene from high horse- Hm.
Also, I'm more angry than emo, I think. Does that have anything to do with it?
-gallops off to blogdrive!-
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i belong here
no wait... i'm too fat sorry
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Not really, i have no fucking clue whether it is or not...
Could i be in this....Thought club?
might be fun.
bye.
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"RAH!"
"Prick your finger it is done...the moon has now eclipsed the sun...the angel has spread its wings...the time has come for bitter things..." A qoute for the truly inspired..
"Everything is going so right, yet it seems wrong..."
"I'm a litt
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somehow i don't feel eloquent enough to loiter around here.
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