| Everytime I make a new fractal I seek to make it better than the last. This time I think I succeeded. (full view is the only way to appreciate its full glory) |


Should Fate Be Our Escort?Hold dear to me it saddens, Living beyond compassion, When nothing else will matter to the stars that do not answer.Should Fate Be Our Escort?
Who can comprehend the life beyond our death, When all we see is sadness, We will see the light.
Unspoken lies wishing for nothing Nothing calls us back, Nothing pushes us forward.
Today is our deathday, A day for rejoicing. Nothing more contains nothing more than willingness forgotten.
You are without desire No longer willing to be decided, When all thats lost is lost around us... We will be the one to sa


Despair Embrace MeLoss of stabilization spirals my thoughts out of control. THe last hopeless dependant asking to be released.Despair Embrace Me
A life was lost a decade ago when someone like me tried to be bigger.
Come on baby hide those masks You don't need to hide your face My lies decieve but you won't I'm hoping for you to die My love.
Despair Embrace Me.


A Draught Of SortsToday, I spoke to myself, under the assumption, that I was someone else. He said, "Show me the way, and I will grant you with space and solitude." So, I set about my own way 'til I stumbled humbly upon a being of greater insight than my mind could create. He presented himself to me as The Hedonistic Cow of which, his appearance was misheard. Little was I to know that this being sought company, a guide of faith, if you will. Likewise, I was seeking a company to guide my insights of the issues of my morality, with the dealings of the present matter (which I will get to later.) But for now, I have a story to recount...A Draught Of Sorts


The Last Of UsOnce again returning to hopelessness With the lore of what is at hand Never before meant so much Too much more would be lost If not too much could be kept at stakeThe Last Of Us
Why do we all believe in something What when we are searching, We can not see in front of us Even if what bores us Clouds our vision And leaves us blind to what we can see.
Another life gone, another yet to occur. If we could all just believe in something We might just be able to leave our life desired.
Another life ends and another begins. Who is to say that any one thing
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And that goes just.....there.....(BIIIIG smile)
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fractalhead
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wut?
Also, your icon what???
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I would like my pictures to be abstract and poetic visual images
Of friends and the world
No story telling, sometimes slight propaganda and quiet protest
On the edge of clear meaning.
- John Wood 1977
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