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MANONMOON
Age: 17
Location: Kodak, Tn
Joined On: Mar 31, 2006
ximagiine
ICT
iMosh4Jesus
USA
oh oh darling
Eddyville, Kentucky
XxSilverBulletxX
Northampton, England
You're special to me no matter who you are. I might not know you yet, but I know you're awesome and I bet you're beautiful. Maybe you might not be that beautiful on the outside but you have to be on the inside. If you're reading this you've come to the right place. Hope to talk to you soon. Love -Corey
First Sight
Indulging in transgression, sleep the day away to turn to night in the sight of the eyes of a martyr. Ghastly apparitions haunting with a reminisce plundering down a drain in a sink of galactic wavers and battles throughout the ages of man and time. Series of patterns of events to be held deceive the eyes beholding the prize at the end of a rainbow's yellow brick road, when really it's paved with gold and the time you spent in Heaven trying to realize where you were, the only thing more blinding than God's aura is the size of the ego hiding in the symphonies' conductions. Composing a lyrical flow to release emotion felt so clearly that numbness wasn't a surprise to come but a present left for another individual to feel after the let down. To let you go is to lose reality to a nightmare never dreamed until the time of reckoning. As you slip away and dissipate with molecular reconstruction, I watch my life swirl in a typhoon of pond water, as if though disasters as big as the earth can still happen in the birth of a newborn still as the wind's breeze through the trees and it's cool dampening effect that allows it to spread with ease down a stream's path leading to that same pond where the typhoon begins again and again. Through the agitation of creation we've lost another past. My love fallen so that a new love is born.
First Sight pt 2
Staring, seeing the world in a mirror's perspective. A point of view only known to men who conform to isolated alienation and the ways of indigenousness of a clan captive to the forests' barriers undetermined. Remaining captivated by the glance once thrown twice used to comfort and console a soul reckoning with his own ending in a story book written about someone else. Reflective is the pupil of the teacher's eye, instructing its own demise. To see yourself in someone else and realize how different the two are is to compare desert to tundra. It's vast emptiness and uninhabitable landscape both frozen and scorched, two differences in the same. Opposites of polar equivalents connected and separated by force and time. Spare my mind the trouble of losing you to me. Shards of glass falling as rain in pellets of relentless forgiveness, ripping the wounds of a past day to come. Time repeating like a song skipped. Anachronisms comforting in remembrance and the King Fisher's song of gratitude salute those valiant enough to know the way. A path lit with a flaming heart.
First Sight pt. 1
Time running down a trickling canopy of uncertain thoughts clouding a memory unrecognized, slipping through the radar screen as a blip of unwanted breeze to blow to harbor and set sail with the intricate waters rippling throughout. Creative is just difference through a common theme and a time zone that exists to only those who don't believe within the walls and comfort of superiority. Scenic routes leading understanding to divinity for a subconscious clearing. Spirituality, obtainable goal through dreams in realms of reality, breathe the breath of life and love singing in harmony to the sky's uncertain decisions of letting you fall through my arms one last time. Maybe symbolism is the truth behind the mask worn with God's eyes behind the steering wheel uncontrolled. Asking the wall if it's you or them and a simple reply, silence answers the questions of sociality boldly molded to the folds of origami heroin sipped in a battered face. Unrelenting, snowy ash lays down beside you in your bed of winter oblivion oblivious to the moon's moral rays reflected from the burning of the sun cooled in stars from great distances to shine upon your milky skin untouched by caliginous deception in lies untold. Infinity is forever yours embraced with an open heart and closed eyes, fingertips bloodied from the knife in souls colder than the ice chiseled from clinical errors on a tragic day within a year within a decade within a time span of a lifestyle built around false pretenses and poisonous authority. Follow the followers, lead the leaders, pay the piper, create a creator. The price of immortality in only one's memory of what could have been. Indecision caused choices made to be met with conscious suffice. A conundrum still unsolved
Toluene Champagne
As run down as the wind 1,000 days blown short of acheiving destiny. A wild rupture of the eardrum of life from the howling of the desert storm, no sun to see through this nightmare screach. The seas tiding waves good bye to a home I knew once in a dream, only to be cast about, swirling downward to oblivion in what once was sanity. A lost love in a forest wildly searching, frantic hurry, to find what will be what was. A Godly being, strapped to eternity's last breathe. Cornerstones that were wearily weeping. Owning what's not mine, giving to a cause not justified. Fragments of moments of a timeline misplaced and misshapen to aviod ripping the structure of mine dismembered of it's only thought of happiness. This gloomy painting stares down frowning upon me for painting reality in its richest form now wandering to the darkness. Run from the chasing sirens singing a song of beauty and death to know that future is just cowardice.
Relaxtion at its Finest
I've never really taken the time to sit back and appreciate the classical styles. As I've somehow stumbled upon a renaissance of understanding musicality, I've lost a bit of angst that has lingered in me for a few days. An Epiphany of misery of new days bestows itself and I realize just how lucky they were, in the olden days, to be able to scrutinize each other and be humble and sophisticated and it be that way of life. Today people follow the most simplistic, moronic, grotesque routines of idiocy and remarkable ignorance in styles of musics and life even that are just showing how low we really have become. Sure it's still higher than animals, but that's what we're slowly becoming. The Complication in the Orchestration of this music Brings me to senses that I wish I could keep. But once again I'll lie in my pool of self-loathing and misanthropy and dreamin of destroying my family for the vile stupidity that they have yet to realize they own. Possesion of a jewel with a curse. Something so beautiful has become ruined. Intellegence has opened my eyes and now I want to shut them again. Sometimes I want to Damn Adam and Eve. But then I remember my place. And that's when I cry again.
Good night cruel world. I think it's kinda funny, I think it's kinda sad. The dreams in which I'm dieing are the best I've ever had.
Butt plugs
These silly sadistic noob peons at my school have excrutiatingly annihilated the use of butt plug as hillarity at it's finest. The moronic boobs have deteriorated the meaning of the so called "butt plug" by saying anything that plugs the anus hole is considered one. So now fingers, gargantuion pens, baseballs, golf balls, etc. Have become the base of "yo momma" jokes as the butt plug pleague "rears" itself closer to an apocyliptic anomele of uncodensed humor which no longer reins supreme for butt plug was a "gut busting" laugh of a word now it has been defiled to the level of the sagging point of your mothers boobs. You people sicken me. -Corey
Coin Operated
I don't like vending machines. I'd rather stand in line for half an hour and get what I want then to beat up a machine for half an hour just to lose a buck twenty-five. Coin operated? The only place that should be legal is in a place where it WORKS. Bye bye-Corey
m E> m 3590
i\'m a fantastic :)
posted Apr 03
m E> m 3590
corey corey corey how are you?
posted Mar 27
STFU-ILOVEJAYJAYS
ello kidddo
posted Feb 23
m E> m 3590
i don\'t have anything special planned. and i have too
much homework that i don\'t feel like doing tonight.
and i really like sleep more than almost anything. so
a snowday sounds just lovely to me :)
posted Feb 13
m E> m 3590
i have a snow day planned for v-day :D
posted Feb 13
m E> m 3590
haha thank you dear :) you\'re such a sweetheart.
posted Feb 13
JesusChick
yea,me too...but still. give me heads up next time lol.
a \"ahhhhh!!! i\'m falling!!!\" or something lol =)
everything is farrrrr from perfect here haha but i\'m
making in none the less.
posted Feb 11
JesusChick
hey bud. u fell of the face of the earth again. haha
hows it goin? =)
posted Feb 10