| This is my gallery. . . . .request are allowed however don't badger me about it. . . |
Thoughts witihin processThoughts on a sheet, a blank sheet, the very personification of my mind. The absence of innocence, the presence of corruption. . . The corruption of nothing the nothingness that is my mind. I am not a shell but i am the very essence of that which is and which isn't. I am that very thought. . . . . .Thoughts witihin process
| This is my gallery. . . . .request are allowed however don't badger me about it. . . |
Kawaii girlThe ReaperThe ReaperThe Reaper
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Forget what you think you might have known. Because those thoughts I cannot condone.
What I am and what I'm not. Life and Death my every thought.
For those who live. This is the gift I give.
Cut your strings and make you lifeless. The look on your face will be quite timeless.
Just sit back and enjoy the ride. For the world has yet to know that you've died.
Because, you see, the clocks of death have no numbers. Where time goes one often wonders.
And now it seems I mus
Yes!!
Relief
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"Alright all you primitive screwheads, listen up! This...is my BOOMSTICK!!"
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. . . let the cherry blossom fall as the god of death approaches. . . . .
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clubs~
i am Naomi Misora in~Death-Note-Crew
~the-Renny08-FC ~Bleached-Naruto
／l、
ﾞ（ﾟ､ ｡ ７
l、ﾞ ~ヽ
じしf_, )ノ
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. . . let the cherry blossom fall as the god of death approaches. . . . .
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I am just your ordinary, average, every day sane psycho.
[[ And would you tear my castle down,
Stone by stone.
And let the wind run through my windows,
Till' there was nothing left but a battered rose. ]]
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. . . let the cherry blossom fall as the god of death approaches. . . . .
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"There is no excellent beauty that has not some strangeness in the proportion." - Sir Francis Bacon
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. . . let the cherry blossom fall as the god of death approaches. . . . .
--
clubs~
i am Naomi Misora in~Death-Note-Crew
~the-Renny08-FC ~Bleached-Naruto
／l、
ﾞ（ﾟ､ ｡ ７
l、ﾞ ~ヽ
じしf_, )ノ
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. . . let the cherry blossom fall as the god of death approaches. . . . .
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