Toki.

Get out of my life.I don't think you've realized just how much you ruined my life.Get out of my life.
I've never even met you. I don't even care.
I want you out of my life I wish you were never here.
I hate you. I despise you.
You hurt me deeply. Just leave me alone.
Get out of my life.


Truly a Father?There are those that touch. Those that hit. Those that abandon, And Those that sit.Truly a Father?
Falling into none of those categories,
Tell me. What are you?
Drinking is a lifestyle. Screaming is an escape. All this time, for quite a while..
Your words sting, Yet They inspire. They throw down, Yet they pick up.
Tell me to do one thing, Then deem it wrong.
Tell me, What are you?
I will wonder for ages.


Truth and the CodeI. Origin of TruthTruth and the Code
A speck of grey in eternity Formulaic and purposeless Form of emptiness maintaining a code A line of colour distorting impulse Existent based on worldly condition Life as to a momentary breeze, swaying in and out of feeling with every second
II. Natural Code
Multiplication of earthly code is purpose Purposeless in its own reality Colour coated by encrypted machinations, spawned from nature Deviation from blank reason Described in earthly process Felt incomprehensibly and forever through Art form in its purest meaning &nb


Random Demon ThingyFourth wind blows Twisted revelry partaken under the eaves of abyss Whirling forms, black in guise, black in soul Conjuration tonight, demon arisal Blazing pentagrams, searing the land below Humans in lowest morality, driven by hellish delight Underestimation of power The black clouds give way to the blood moon Eyes peer between blackened blades of grass Inky claws arise, spear feet Shrill shrieking fills the night as Urgathoshia is summoned (I have no idea where the hell Urgathoshia came from) Demon arisen, man laid out upon blood-slaked dirt These demon-summonersRandom Demon Thingy
| I'm Viki, or Victoria. I'm not really girly. Nor is my behavior in public what is considered right in today's society. I am an anarchist, a vegetarian, a poet, an artist, a drummer. Oh, and if you want to talk bad about my art, go ahead. I'm my worst critic, and I can assure you what you say means nothing to me :3 |
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Those who dream by day are aware of many things which escape those who only dream by night.
There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein.
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You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.
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Me, A bitch? Yeah, slightly. I just don't know how to say 'Fuck you' politely.
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Those who dream by day are aware of many things which escape those who only dream by night.
There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein.
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You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.
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Me, A bitch? Yeah, slightly. I just don't know how to say 'Fuck you' politely.
Giant cookie for joooooo!
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Those who dream by day are aware of many things which escape those who only dream by night.
There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein.
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she talked about blisters and bruises of anger,
and she bought a handgun to learn how to shoot.
Much appreciated! Please stop by again!
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Count the Bodies like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums
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"To be yourself is all that you can do..."
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Death to all but METAL!! >:3
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Lovely icon made by PorshiaWolfe ^w^
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