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Void.: March 2008
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Apathy is an action. I have outlasted all desire,. My dreams and I have grown apart;. My grief alone is left entire,. The gleanings of an empty heart. Untitled, 1821 Alexander Pushkin. Saturday, 29 March 2008. I wish I had been born deaf. That way, I wouldn’t have had to hear them for those few moments. Those few moments, in a primary school in 1993, that forever changed my life. Are you his friend? 8221; “Sa.sa.sandwich? 8221; I stuttered back. “A knuckle sandwich you moron! Two days after that, the who...
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Void.: July 2008
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Apathy is an action. I have outlasted all desire,. My dreams and I have grown apart;. My grief alone is left entire,. The gleanings of an empty heart. Untitled, 1821 Alexander Pushkin. Thursday, 10 July 2008. Letters of debt, newspapers uncollected,. Strewn across the harsh concrete, unattended;. Inches of dust, swirl, in a gust of cold wind,. Covering fallen frames, of forgotten scenes. All is silent, but for the achingly slow dripping,. Of a leaking tap, and the fleeting whispering. Or cultured cups of.
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Void.: Walking The Path Alone
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Apathy is an action. I have outlasted all desire,. My dreams and I have grown apart;. My grief alone is left entire,. The gleanings of an empty heart. Untitled, 1821 Alexander Pushkin. Monday, 7 September 2009. Walking The Path Alone. He took slow steps towards the two, contemplating whether to barge in their conversation. They were surrounded by so many others, in a world he knew he did not belong to. Her world. He. Depending on thе suгfacе,. You cаn ρlасe bunсhes of pеtals іn shallow bowls. Also visit ...
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Void.: April 2007
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Apathy is an action. I have outlasted all desire,. My dreams and I have grown apart;. My grief alone is left entire,. The gleanings of an empty heart. Untitled, 1821 Alexander Pushkin. Friday, 20 April 2007. The Sea Of Sky. One day I lay on a green pasture,. A scenic meadow of mother nature. The blazing roses blossoming,. The sunny sunflowers shining. A sea of sky rumbled,. I lay on the velvety grass,. And ignored it as farce. So the sky unabashedly pissed,. Pouring down his watery filth. She was so ugly...
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Void.: July 2007
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Apathy is an action. I have outlasted all desire,. My dreams and I have grown apart;. My grief alone is left entire,. The gleanings of an empty heart. Untitled, 1821 Alexander Pushkin. Friday, 13 July 2007. My heart darkens in sorrow,. Struck by death's arrow. Shan't I perish for thy love;. Or flutter away like a dove? For peace is gone; despair is near,. Joy abandoned me; grief is here. Why have thou left me alone, cold. In the dark, surrounded by evil souls? O' let me free from thy manacles! Queen Anis...
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Void.: December 2007
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Apathy is an action. I have outlasted all desire,. My dreams and I have grown apart;. My grief alone is left entire,. The gleanings of an empty heart. Untitled, 1821 Alexander Pushkin. Saturday, 15 December 2007. Far above the chaos, an almost ethereal aircraft hovered above the clouds. Inside this aircraft was a face struck by unspeakable horror. His once handsome features twisted by remorse, the lone figure turned away from the display screen. But first, he had to find out what went wrong in the first ...
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Void.: May 2007
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Apathy is an action. I have outlasted all desire,. My dreams and I have grown apart;. My grief alone is left entire,. The gleanings of an empty heart. Untitled, 1821 Alexander Pushkin. Tuesday, 29 May 2007. I Walked Along The Emerald Sea. I walked along the emerald sea,. Chirping birds and buzzing bees,. Saw the moist morning leaves,. And pondered what was to be. I stood on a cliff, tall and high,. And saw the man, for he was nigh. Without him, life is but a lie,. Instead of joy, despair and a sigh.
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Void.: September 2008
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Apathy is an action. I have outlasted all desire,. My dreams and I have grown apart;. My grief alone is left entire,. The gleanings of an empty heart. Untitled, 1821 Alexander Pushkin. Monday, 29 September 2008. He sits at a corner, looking out the window,. Fingers playing with a paper heart. He sees the crowds, tailing them shadows,. His hands moving to tear the heart apart. A slow, ripping sound breaks the silence,. Pieces fall to the floor like white snow flakes. They are everywhere, scattered all over.
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Void.: April 2008
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Apathy is an action. I have outlasted all desire,. My dreams and I have grown apart;. My grief alone is left entire,. The gleanings of an empty heart. Untitled, 1821 Alexander Pushkin. Wednesday, 30 April 2008. You struggle to get them up the ground,. You pant and gasp, a symphony of sounds,. And you run helter-skelter, round and round,. Then when they’re up you feel like pulling them down. They rise higher, and tug at your string,. You release more, and seeing them flying,. Finally the string is no more,.
