Have been and will be uploading some more stuff.


CosmopolisThe Hipster Chronicles - Part I: CosmopolisCosmopolis
Rain pattered against the windows of the café, creating dappled patterns on the skin of its affluent, trendy customers. The café was snugly hidden away on a side street of the city, with a drab, unassuming façade but a bright and vibrant interior. Inside, abstract works of art adorned the walls, full of large brushtrokes, flowing colours, and no real subject matter. The entire café was lit in a dim, ambient light, as if the building's light had to be rationed carefully, and over the cleverly concealed speakers pumped a deep, bassy dance beat. Here, among couples deep


on loveremember when i would hold you all night long and our bodies would merge every fateful night? remember when our love seemed so strong that we'd lie in fear of the morning light? remember when you would lay next to me and your scent would be like a drug so sweet? remember when our love seemed so free that your touch would make me feel complete?on love
do you remember the roses, the kisses, our jokes oh so jolly? the wine and the jewellery, the romantic folly? do you remember the pages and pages of badly-scrawled verse, slaved over for days for better or worse? the sad reams of poems that struggled to rhyme or the poor sorry love songs th


BloodIt's humanity's natural addiction to spectacle and disaster.Blood
It's called schadenfreude. Look it up. It's German. Schadenfreude is the pleasure that you feel from watching other people suffer. The more moral among us feel that urge and think that it's sadistic, or cruel, or unnatural. The less moral, the more mean-spirited - they just don't even know it's there. But regardless of whether we know it or not, it's a part of all of us. It's why we all crowd round the TV when there's a hurricane, secretly praying for a disaster. It's why we read awful romance novels, just for the death at the end. It's why we live our lives, after all.


CrimsonBut mummy, Why isnt she moving? shes sleeping Cody, sleeping. just Just go inside She tried to keep her voice strong as she watched the blood seep slowly from the motionless body, leeching into her soft hair, turning the silky locks into sticky crimson tangles. just let go Cody, let go and go inside! yea alright Cody let go and the limp body slumped pack to blood stained tarmac. come get me when she wakes ok? I got some stuff to show her He turned and walked slowly away. Funny place to sleep he muttered Middle oCrimson


A Shade of HeartI bet you didn't notice today, as you walked behind me. That my arm was hanging awkwardly and I suppose you didn't realize that as you walked with hands by your side while I concentrated on the ground bellow. Because in the shadows we were holding hands.  A Shade of Heart
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Proud member of the "Spreading excitement all over the world with the Haruhi Suzumiya" Brigade : p
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et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit
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The reality we have is much more interesting than all of this; and life is nowhere near as special as the appreciation of passion;
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et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit
And I find her interest very valid.
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The reality we have is much more interesting than all of this; and life is nowhere near as special as the appreciation of passion;
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et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit
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The reality we have is much more interesting than all of this; and life is nowhere near as special as the appreciation of passion;
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"If it's childish to believe in this, so be it. I'd rather be considered a child than follow a doctrine of cynicism, chaosapathy. I thought I didn't care, Dad, that I didn't need to believe in things. But I was wrong." - Edward Elric
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et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit
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