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When Falls The NightThe night was the ceiling That sheltered the world At that lonely hour When my mind unfurledWhen Falls The Night
I sat in solitude Atop my one-man isle Writing on red paper A black truth in denial
On a fainting flower That withered by my side A bee searched in frenzy In the frenzy he died
The bee stumbled and stopped And his wings gave a flutter As he thought of the buzz The last buzz he would mutter
As the bee fell mute On what must have been his lone isle I saw in his hairs She who I hadn’t seen in a while
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by ~Un-Pipe-Magritte
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- Current Residence: The Throne of Odin
- Interests: Writing, Painting, Sketching faces that come to me out of nowhere, Lesbians of the 1920s
- Favourite movie: "Singin' In The Rain"
- Favourite band or musician: Bob Dylan, Neil Young, Bad Religion, The Beatles, Whatever note made Schubert go crazy
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, both classic and punk, and classical...and showtunes, but only on the toilet
- Favourite artist: Magritte (obviously), Picasso, Romaine Brooks, Any Dadist, Andy Warhol, Lichtenstein
- Favourite poet or writer: Me, Trollope, Sherman Alexie, Richard Nixon, Christopher Durang, G.B. Shaw (!), Hart and Kaufman,
- Favourite photographer: Ron Jeremy...oh wait...PHOTOgrapher...
- Favourite style of art: Surrealism, Cubism, Dadism, Pissing on a canvas
- Operating System: The one you don't have
- MP3 player of choice: Does it matter? They all get stolen.
- Shell of choice: The gas station.
- Wallpaper of choice: Roseprint.
- Skin of choice: Human.
- Favourite game: Love.
- Favourite gaming platform: Well...
- Favourite cartoon character: Me
- Personal Quote: "Sic Semper Tyrannus" but I had it BEFORE Booth
- Tools of the Trade: A pen, paper, a computer, a paintbrush, a canvas, and a very clean penis
- Email: Mad-Lefty@excite.com
- AIM: Easy Writer1010
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You're so cute when you're slurring your speech,
But they're closing the bar and they want us to leave.
And you can't find nothing at all,
If there was nothing there all along.
No you can't find
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~Reality cannot not exist without fantasy~
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