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Name: Danix
Age: A number
Location: Muntinlupa, Phils.
Hobbies: reading, writing, sleeping, eating, walking, dreaming.
Loves: music, books, poetry, sleep, food, rain, dogs.
Hates: lizards, bad manners, stress, noise, closed-mindedness.
Quotable Quote: Second star to the right... and straight on til morning.

{wishlist}

money
travel to europe
the most complete library in the world
world peace
happy college life

{fellows}

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{prequel}

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    {credits}

     
    Afianne
    Blogskins.com
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    Funeral Monster
    Elizabeth the painter
    Juvenile Casualty
    Foto Decadent
    Imageshack
     
    { The Truth of Slumber }

    The Truth of Slumber


    i watch them, leaning against leathered red,
    breathing slow and eyelids fluttering.
    oh what great ones, what great souls,
    hidden behind the closed eyes, glassy intellect,
    strong will capable of another's death.
    hearts beating in precise rhythms
    may be black and scorched, stony or soft,
    yet what difference does it make,
    when the passive state has its way?
    the fingers still and the arms heavy,
    no guarded expression carves the once perfect
    and unwavering.
    there is peace that shelters the turbulent mind,
    the violent emotion,
    all seemingly pacified if for one moment
    of restful recline.
    unimaginable it is,
    the price of consciousness of the secret spectators' bliss,
    the pleasure of sighting the absence of defense
    in one whose every waking hour is spent on non-recompense.
    unimaginable the consequence, the beautiful effect
    of facades falling and becoming derelict.
    blame the natural cause, blame the uncontrollable instinct,
    blame the human defect
    oh, blame the notion of rest!
    for revealing the ertswhile ill truth
    and glorious reality:
    all are equal in the grasp of dreams!




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    1 Comments:

    Blogger d. said...

    Aww, thank you :)

    Yep! It refers to a couch... I was just being all fancy XDDD

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