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About Me Member Novelist Fallaen15/Male/Canada Recent Activity Deviant for 4 Years
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Still Alive

Wed May 18, 2005, 7:20 AM
I've not posted anything here for a while, and I'm sorry to all of my adoring fans.

:juggle: I've been busy.

Hah.

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Devious Info

  • Current Residence: Downstream
  • Interests: Writing, breathing, gaming
  • Favourite movie: Sin City/Fight Club
  • Favourite band or musician: The Minibosses
  • Favourite genre of music: Techno
  • Favourite artist: Bruce Gordon
  • Operating System: Windows - Only Option
  • Skin of choice: Mine
  • Favourite game: Halo 2
  • Favourite gaming platform: Xbox
  • Personal Quote: I am reasonably certain I am absolutely insane.
  • Tools of the Trade: Adobe Photoshop 7.0
  • MSN: monologuejack@gmail.com

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:iconshelks:
thanks for the watch and fav, you got a ncie gallery comming along too what program you use?

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:iconshelks:
Thanks for the comment and welcoem aboard!

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:iconfallaen:
Slap together a bunch of crap, watch it burn. There are things worth living for in places like this, and things worth dying for.

I'm afraid you're not one of them.

There are good things about you, but they're not worth athe ultimate sacrifice. Hah. Ultimate sacrifice. Death is not a sacrifice.

Death is peace. It's a reward.

You struggle for years upon years trying to get to the top of an ever growing pile made of the bodies of those who failed to reach the summit; where the ones who were born at the top yank the ladders and stairs away from under your feet and pour oil down the hill.

Why would they do such things?

Because there's very little space at the top. They're afraid that if you manage to get up there, you'll grab them and toss them off, so that they'll have to live among the ordinary people, the common folk, the peasants. That's poison to them.

That's life.

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