I am breath rising in a warm chest I am the empty page in a diary I am the unspoken I am the flames of hell I am the clouds of heaven I am faith I am reclamation of all things holy, and evil I am fire on a cold night I am the comfort of a warm bed I am man I am love whispered under the stars I am hate screamed with a glow in the eyes I am life
Updated 03-16-2009 at 12:46 AM by kevinthediltz
Hello! It's been such a long time since I've been away, so I thought I might share some of my adventures. I have settled back home after a year of touring and travelling. I was working as onsite technical support, it was pretty intense, and to be honest, pretty lonely living. I liked many of places, and would've liked even more to be able to explore the regions, but I was on the companies dime, so exploring was pretty much left to my own time My last ...
21.15 "Capitão!", vinha o secretário, seguido de Rod. "Sr. secretário?!" "Eu não estou de acordo com o desenrolar do procedimento, sr. capitão: parece-me por demais arriscado ficarmos mais tempo em contratempos..." "A operação já foi iniciada, sr. Igorev..." "Meu deus!, meu deus!..." "Sr. Igorev: se o sr. retornar aos seus aposentos, tudo correrá bem: nós estamos terminando à meia-noite. Assim que terminarmos, colocamo-nos ...
I have no idea what this song is called or who sings it. It was played at the end of Donnie Darko and I really liked these lines I find it kinda sad. The dreams in which I'm dying. Are the best I've ever had
Picasso Dreams Painful eyes look up to the bleeding sky and wonder why? We are all trapped in these invisible boxes spending our life trying to find a way out Dripping down slowly to wash away through the cracks I wish I knew what it was like to dream real dreams But I dream only in Picasso broken shards ...
Updated 03-16-2009 at 02:44 PM by Dark Muse
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