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Our MasqueradeThe old mattress was more like a hammock than a bed. The oxygen condenser gave its customary puff, almost mocking the irregularity of his breath. Sometimes I wasn’t even sure if he was breathing, this former man, now a thirty kilogram waif trying desperately to cling on to the last bare threads of his life.Our Masquerade
I was sitting on the bed, holding his shriveled hand, trying desperately not to cry. Burning tears leaked out of my eyes and down my cheeks. I wasn’t upset. I was angry. Angry at my grandfather for smoking, for being sick all these years, for dying through my HSC, what an inconsiderate bastard. These thoughts ran through my head at
by ~Yasi
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The Blood is the LifeNothing can ever describe the sound of thousands of people screaming along to your soul, to your music while surging to the rhythm of your beat.The Blood is the Life
Never before had I been more thankful for the two hours of outer body experience that performing gave me. Too many thoughts were running through my head… All the things I should have done, the things I’m about to do and everything in between.
My bass guitar was slung faithfully over my shoulder, a comforting weight, like an old friend that supported you when you needed it most. In reality my guitar was a hunk of wood and metal strings, but somehow it was a mysterious being, lying dorman
by ~Yasi
Friend -Goodbye-I fought for you I changed for you I lied for you You threw me away You expect me to stay?Friend -Goodbye-
Remember when you told me we were inseparable?
Remember when you said we were friends?
Remember when I carried you through the tough times?
Remember when I used to exist?
Remember when you weren’t too good for me?
Remember when you still gave a damn?
Guess what? I’m already drifting away Nothing can stop me now One foot in the grave You can’t make me stay
When this is all over and the dust settles down And you are left standing
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"Do you want to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering."
- Henri-Frédéric Amiel.
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I'm sarcastic due to the overdose of reality.
Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity. - Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. 1963 (from Strength to Love)
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-Why can't you hold me and never let go
When you touch me it is me that you own
Pretty baby oh the place that you hold in my heart
Would you break it apart again... oh pretty baby
i love all your stuff!
you should do some more cause talent like yours should be shared!
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Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help! I'm being repressed!
Ill be watching you
i was looking through the galleries and saw your most recent pic. very cool! ive been going through random peoples galleries all day, tis so much fun! you never know who you'll run into!
luv ur gallery too by the way!
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this is proustys fgallery, thought u mite wanna check it out!
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