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"Snowglobes"
I felt the tingling beneath my toes as the sand gritted it's miniscule existence upon my awkward figure. Looking towards the distance, I notice a lone tree and it's curving figure, contorted into a painful arch. The leaves fall, fluterring. I thought they were dying butterflies descending to the ground to be buried. But no, leaves they remained. The breeze singed my nostrils with a lemony scent that soon began to burn it's way up to my eyes. Watering, they looked toward the river and it's perfection. Glass breaks beneath my feet. I reach toward the sea but the image is fake. Paper-thinness stares at me like a postcard and I cry at the surrounding digital screens. Upon my knees I feel the warm water flowing across my cold, sea-stricken cheeks and I know that my reality is not real.
Yes, They stare, and prod hidden among the leaves. No. They don't touch me so physically, but with Their eyes, Their lens they gropeat my aura and suck at it. From the wired branches of computer chips and power chords above the cameras project the images. From outer space, from inner minds, of thoughts and midday dreams. They show fear and desire, and the explicit silence of lonliness, the cry of an unborn baby with it's brains being sucked out or the grunt of an old woman struggling to get up.
The cameras take in the world but crowd the mind with deception. That is, until I realize it's all in my head.

Pretty.

"Snowglobes" is about imagining a reality and then witnessing the horror of its breakdown.
And the other thing I just posted... uhh I dunno. I just imagine a girl pining away at her pillow XP... and stuffed teddy bear!

Thanks everybody...
I decided the second one would be most appropiately described as a post-mortem embrace XP

And I got a slightly ugly in color choice art for mai sig:

espookey?
Oh and more distastefulness!: my rap song!
"confusion started from the momment i was born. But i thought i knew it all, soon I'd learn.
Teachers don't teach. Only eyes and ladders could reach
the sky.
Hearses by black churches pass me by. With people searching for a god or a new high.
Religion didn't fill me up with a lie. It licked me quick in a depressed state, an excuse not to die.
A heart pounding, teeth clenched ask why, and what is happy? I shouldn't try to find it and end up unlucky.
Disappointed, I waited for hate too long and went back home.

I find me sleeping alone- at night I grab at my pillow.I find I try too hard to let s**t go.
I'm left with a fist fight between yes and no. Maybe I just get too damn low.
It's too hard to heal when life is too real. I am too ill to feel properly and honestly here.
Perfectly laying innocent as a pill, I find a thrill, but i kill me still.
Unnoticed. A ******** kid who wrote this. Too ******** hopeless I guess.
Look, I can twitch, try to get it out, fufill an impulse. But all I got's an itchy nose and a pulse. Hooked."
lawl. the crazy things I come up with.