| Hmmm. Possibly not my best piece, due to the word limit imposed at the time of writing, but it's something I certainly intend to rewrite in the (near) future. |
| Hmmm. Possibly not my best piece, due to the word limit imposed at the time of writing, but it's something I certainly intend to rewrite in the (near) future. |


They Dance With DisillusionHe dances amongst the glasses Of yellow and green, tequila sunrise Under the sharp orange hallucination of the room, Surrounded only by sound and Fixations of those who want him for all that he offers Behind the counter that separates him from worlds unknown.They Dance With Disillusion
He never drinks, he only observes Serving to intoxicate, some might proclaim, And you secretly wonder if he takes pleasure In the beings he evokes and anarchists he creates Through servings only minutes from the last; Each drop a prelude to the next As he empties the bottles from the shelves behind him.


The MentalistThey say that you are what you eat; and it is a mantra that Ive continuously lived by for as long as I can remember, on my search for something to consume that will properly define me, or refine me into something much more than I already am. Ive seen many who go for oysters slimy things that sliver down ones throat in a manner that would make a child cringe in horror or disgruntled disgust, and others who go for lesser refined things such as fast food; repulsive elements which tarnish health more often than not. Ever wonder why western nations suffer from obesity crises? Its the fast food; or rather an ovThe Mentalist


DesireePrague, 2005; when the lights were blinding in the city of cold wars gone by, and where the autumn leaves of turquoise green turned damask burgundy stole you away from your setting and brushed you into my sight. You turned, if only to brace your skirt so businesslike but yet so effeminately orientated in form. Eloquence fixated into glasslike time before my eyes, I swore, as you swept your messy hair behind your ears in some forlorn attempt to challenge the wind that shook it loose; and I wondered if the wind sought to sweep you away into his intangible embraces, to a world far beyond anything a mortal man could dream of composing forDesiree
| Random things I've grown to love over my time spent lurking in dA's corridors. |
by ~harajukumatt
by ~AyameFataru| You can make my day by getting me one of these beauties on my wishlist. <3 |

Are you doing NaNoWriMo this year?
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Yay! Have you started!?!?!
I have yet to write mine, I've had the idea since last year. ><
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That or I'm just too ashamed to do so.
But yeah. So far I've written 500 words. By 1000 I'll post up on NaNoWriMo for word count.
You doing a cover art?
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