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Future JournalAugust 19th 2010 (THU)   Well as per the order of the good Doctor Typical-Germanic-Name-Of-Which-I-Have-No-Hope-Of-Pronouncing-Nor-Spelling I have started a daily journal to give my honest opinion on the experiment for the research department to rip apart after it is all said and done.  It is a good thing I have been paid really well for this jaunt of science, I have never been fond of journal entries and I find that this exercise is no exception.   At any rate, as pertaining to the confines of what the doctor prescribed by life is dull and completely devoid of outside stimuli.  Spending most of my days Future Journal
in Life Stories on 4/10/07
Death of a MuseToday I found my muse was dead,  destroyed by cynicism and  hate - by you. You killed her, stepping  into my mind to find her and   
dragged her out ignoring her screams  and thrust your fist into her chest.  You held her still throbbing heart in  your hand and crushed her life beneath   
your foot. Now here I sit alone  for you have abandoned me too.  I picked up a pen, an attempt  to express my pain; but nothing   
came, for nothing comes from nothing.  It was the ultimate revenge:  you took my muse away and left  me, a shriveled shell: dead inside. Death of a Muse
in Open on 3/22/07
Eternal LoveLips of sin,   
Beckon again.   
Tempting eyes,   
Prominent lies.   
The Devil calls,   
An angel falls.   
For broken wings that sting   
Heaven cannot always bring,   
The sweet nectar of   
Eternal love.   
For those who lust,   
There is no trust.   
Some desire.   
Some acquire.   
Filled with jealousy so green,   
All the heart can pour is mean.   
The storm never parts   
For those with broken hearts,   
Unless you taste the nectar of   
Eternal lo Eternal Love
in Open on 3/6/07
Double Edged BladeWhat is love but the hearts own sight  the pushing of good and everything right  it gives the world hope to arise from ashes  in the flames of hate but sometimes crashes  it is the only thing that can save us  but even though it always does hurt us  and cause as much pain and suffering  as its opposite, evil, one of Satan's it being  love is supposed to be everything  yet even if we believe in it we get nothing  because still only a few in this realm  believe in its power to overwhelm  and because of others doubts  i have lost its meaning and its whereabouts  life used to b Double Edged Blade
in Open on 3/5/07
InsanityWild eyes spread like wild fire,  across the darkened room.  Oh let me out, oh let me out,  please do let me go.  So once again I may be free to play,  in the pouring rain.   
As we sit and cry insane,  the clock still loudly ticks.  Oh let me out, oh let me out,  please do let me go.  So once again I may be free to run,  in the fields all day.   
Slowly, slowly the walls close in,  and smother aura around us.  Oh let me out, oh let me out,  please do let me go.  So once again I may be free to jump,  into the cooling water.   
Lowly, loudl Insanity
in Open on 3/5/07
Nighthalk
in Animals on 3/4/07
A Personal Concept of LoveYou once told me that you would die for the one you loved, and I laughed at your sentiment.  The look on your face was priceless; a combination of hurt, betrayal and skepticism.  You never understood why I would laugh at a statement that you and many see as arguable the sincerest offer one could make based on an emotion.   
What I never told you was why.  Why would I laugh at such a sentiment, is pure and simple: it is arguably the single most redundant thing an individual can say.  The promise the statement offers is both useless, and ultimately doomed to failure.   
Understand this A Personal Concept of Love
in Philosophical on 3/2/07
Script - A Suicide ShortFADE IN:   
BEDROOM DUSK   
Protagonist sits at the edge of his bed with a pistol pressed against his temple.   
Protagonist (shudders slightly)  
Well this is it… in a moment it will all be over…   
Protagonist (slowly pulls the trigger.  A slight “clunk” sounds)   
Imagination (steps into Protagonist’s line of sight, eating from a bag of chips)   
Imagination (rubbing salt from his fingertips)  
You forgot the safety.  You will find it rather impossible to fire a round with it still engaged.   
Protagonist (lowers pistol to his waist)  
 Script - A Suicide Short
in Philosophical on 3/2/07
Random Quote V - Grief
in Visual Poetry on 2/28/07
Demoness - Coloured
in Mixed Media on 2/28/07
The Kiss
in Visual Poetry on 2/27/07
Random Quote IV - Epic
in Visual Poetry on 2/26/07
Killer Coloured
in Mixed Media on 2/25/07
Marcus - Colour
in Mixed Media on 2/25/07
Random Quote III - Insanity
in Visual Poetry on 2/24/07
Random Quote II - Judgement
in Visual Poetry on 2/23/07
Spirit Tree
in Visual Poetry on 2/22/07
All the best things...
in Visual Poetry on 2/22/07
Carved
in Geology on 2/22/07
Heritage
in Classic Portraits on 2/22/07
Mountainscape
in Geology on 2/22/07
Age and Youth
in Flowers & Plants on 2/22/07
Humble Beginnings
in Geology on 2/22/07
Canadian Autumn
in Flowers & Plants on 2/22/07

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