Hezekiah

The Tin Shears of DeathThe sleep can be felt honing in on your well trained eyes. Fearing the lapse of reality before you. can you sense it? Swimming in that psuedo-sense of reality, hoping the throbbing will retreat. The battle lines have been drawn closer than you believe andThe Tin Shears of Death
you can't see it. but can you sense it? Procrastinating the fruitless attempts of knowing how or why, You stare it down. And you can see through it's face. Why run away? can't you sense it? Dying of hoping without trying, The throbbing quickens pace and comes to eat you now.
Aren't you in luck.


Defining the UndefinedIt is quiet and cold. Rock walls and floors keep out what is out and in what is in. The light can not penetrate this place if it tried, to do that you would need the light of the New Sun himself. There is a man inside. Bound in unbreakable shackles, locked in and imprisoned without relief. Yet he is free.Defining the Undefined
He is not free because he is bound in a room; he is free because man is free when he wishes to be (Voltaire, Brutus Act ii). He is fed only every few days or so, and is constantly in need of water, but this does not confine him. His physical body is bound, yet his spirit and his will are not. Freedom is this man knowing that he
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great gallery!!!!
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You were right about the stars: each one is a setting sun.
Welcome to
I'm looking forward to see your newest deviations.
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"This mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways"
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"people are strange when you a stranger"
Keep on Keeping on,
Lindsey
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