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...and the meaning is lostEmotions spill onto the paper, reason flees from the pen. The blur of letters forms into barely cohesive syllables held together by a stream of meaningless metaphors. The hurt winds down and around the pen, slinking onto the paper like a snake, emotion flicking out of its mouth like a tongue and leaving dabs of words on each line. With each tear of ink the paper howls and mourns, a bitter melody audible only to the heart....and the meaning is lost
The pen rests now, its job is done. Passed on and on, from hand to hand, gradually the story loses its meaning. Each sorrowful soul reads it and takes a pi
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- Current Residence: San Jose, Costa Rica
- Interests: Music, photography, writing, drawing, travelling, architecture, abandoned buildings/ruins
- Favourite movie: The Dark Knight, Flyboys, Moulin Rouge,The Princess Bride, V for Vendetta, Rent, Harry Potter
- Favourite band or musician: Thrice, Opeth, Nightwish, The Almost, Wavorly...etc
- Favourite genre of music: Metal, Rock, Alternative
- Favourite artist: Too many to name
- Favourite poet or writer: Ted Dekker, Edgar Allen Poe, Lemony Snicket =)
- Favourite style of art: Photography and photo manipulation
- Operating System: Vista
- Favourite cartoon character: The Mad Hatter or the Cheshire cat
- Personal Quote: "I'm too tired to feel emotion right now."
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"I’m not a writer—I just have an unhealthy obsession with words."
wow, i fail, hahah
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"I’m not a writer—I just have an unhealthy obsession with words."
...I felt like a stalker typing that....
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"I’m not a writer—I just have an unhealthy obsession with words."
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