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Clustered SpiresClustered Spires fence in thought and catch a lyric as it flies, Skewered atop those gilded towers another aubade dies, And the rain that falls and freezes over is the blood of verse, Carcasses left for those who would challenge it- no one calls a hearse.Clustered Spires
And the boy looks up and is aghast to see the love crucified, But his parents catch him and they shush him down so for another day he hides, And they two are blameless to keep him dumb because if he ever sought to love, Hed wind up among the golden tower-graves, another gutted dove.
The wise poets know that the grid is tight


Solitude BrokenBeneath the half-lit-back-lit Streetlight of a 4 A.M. Friday in August, Where a foul stream caresses the gutter, A woman is waiting andSolitude Broken
Trembling.
And she trembles because Despite the brilliant aura Born by the streetlight she enjoys, She is fighting to avoid, even to vanquish, the beast named Alone.
And but three blocks down Where the gutter curves and betrays the foul stream With a trap-grate to the sewer, A man, too, suffocated by the struggle, fights the guardian-tyrant Alone to clear a
Path.
But Alone is stubborn - It ru


Those Damn White housesThose Damn White HousesThose Damn White houses
There is a party Im supposed to go to- Somewhere.
Its around here, in this area- Smithsfield,
A little grove of singularly ugly slapdash mansions.
The party is around here- Somewhere. At least, the address says so I entered from there and now Im- Oh god wait, Where was it again? There was a green and copper sign
Its all so frivolous- a porch and a pool for all the
Joneses. But the fact of the matter is that this party- Some kids Christmas party- Is in one of these ho


Parking GarageParking GarageParking Garage
Dark, riddled with foreign echoes and that odd, potent reek Somewhere between old eggs and sweat, With an aura that can only be described as Bad Juju.
Though perhaps thats too exotic.
Were all familiar with this particular brand of shiver.
With so many cars you would think that the place would be A crossroads of sorts- people coming, and going, and Meeting, and greeting. But its not. Its lonely, and why- ?
Because even if everything in there, in here, Is meant to get people from point A to point B, It
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My life is my message.
~Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
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The way that can be named is not the true way
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I should finish college in December '09.
I am the Lead Artist for Forever Interactive (ForeverInteractive.com). Feel free to join the Visions of Zosimos (our first game) public forums at [link] !!!
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The way that can be named is not the true way
Radioactive------> [link]
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I should finish college in December '09.
I am the Lead Artist for Forever Interactive (ForeverInteractive.com). Feel free to join the Visions of Zosimos (our first game) public forums at [link] !!!
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The way that can be named is not the true way
Radioactive------> [link]
and thanks ^^
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I should finish college in December '09.
I am the Lead Artist for Forever Interactive (ForeverInteractive.com). Feel free to join the Visions of Zosimos (our first game) public forums at [link] !!!
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