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TheSonOfLilitu

'It is good to be a cynic'
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The Doorway

All

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The Doorway

Featured

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Breather

EARTH XY

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End of Semester Sketches...

LORD OF THE FREAKS

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The Doorway

Other Characters of Mine

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INFERNO - Pt.1 - Abandon All Hope

INFERNO

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The German War Machine

Guns and Paper Hearts

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Children of Angels

Urban Darkness concepts and the such

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Literature

Chewing on Bullets

I awoke in a white room, darkened in intervals by the flickering neon bulbs dangling from the low ceiling. My muscles ached, and my eyes seemed unable to focus on anything for more than a second, so I closed them. Maybe if I let myself drift off, I would find peace. I rolled onto my side, panicking as the sensation of freefall washed over me for a moment or so before I felt myself crash into the floor. I opened my eyes; I had fallen off the bed. The tile was cold, the thin white jumpsuit not offering any real warmth of comfort, so I forced myself up and let my eyes take in these new surroundings. The room was empty, safe for the metal bed, w

Fiction

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O Divine

O DIVINE

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Literature

SIN-THETIC

Hold off the renegades Stitch up their mouths for fun Check out the hurt we've made These starlets block the sun Neon halos, senseless sight Burning bright I wait for night This is the new trend cancer We are the barcode bastards Corporate assimilation Next stop is segregation Radio interference 1994 and since Cold bodies on a mission Next stop the iron station Hollow point, ready fire Breathin' in every crime Living on cold desire Dust to the hands of time Neon halos, cynic's sight Burning bright I wait for night This is the new trend cancer We are the barcode bastards Corporate assimilation Next stop is segregation Radio interference 199

Lyrics

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Literature

Cowboys and Indians

Are we what we are, or who we are? So you're born under bright blue skies, a frail little gunslinger with a pistol 'low the belt and the innocence of so-called privilege. To war, baby boy! To war, they cry! March march little soldier, no need for training, you were born to load up on a six cylinder. You were born to ride into the sunset with a smug grin and your words drenched in the accent of misogyny. But what happens when you're nothing more than a cowboy of fantasy? What happens when you spend your nights worshipping the moon and the sun and the earth, and when your words are coated in the tongue of the heathens.. What happens when your

Poetry

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Tree Journal

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Literature

From Within Hospital Walls - Part 13 of 13

JUST ONE WORD AND I'M OKAY If I were to tell you that you're the only one who can save me Would you put away that frown and smile like everything were still okay? And darling if I told you that this world of mine is ending Would you wipe away the tears and continue this song you're singing? Oh If I were to tell you that my soul is falling to pieces Would you stop all of the darkness from reaching me and tearing me down? Are we alright? Are we still flying over everyone or are we crashing down into this hell? Oh sweetheart don't cry Wipe the tears from your eyes If you still want me to be here All you really have to do is ask If

From Withing Hospital Walls

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End of Semester Sketches...

Schoolwork

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Dream Deeply - artwork design for AFI

Contests

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Fury Road

FANART

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From Start to Finish.

Me

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Bird Bones - WIP

Memes

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