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Birthday: 04/19

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Whispers were a constant happening in the small child's ears. He couldn't function anymore. The darkness had coiled itself so tightly around him- he could feel his sugar infected blood pulsating around the constriction. The fragment of a child breathed in small broken wheezes- one eye gone. A distorted cyclops with the cheeks of a real-live doll. He limped around and fumbled to help everyone he could with fingerless appendages- and all people could do was stare in pity or horror. Was this the shell of a once happy child? What was he now? If you looked hard enough you could tell that he was the reflection of the pain and deaths of an innumerable amount of children. His life had been planned out in some cruel oedipal misfortune in where his life could only be fore suffering and pain. What you could see of him was translucent papery skin, strewn with a couple freckles here and there.

And though perhaps the most mortifying piece of equipment the boy had apparent... there was a harp made of spinal vertebrae jutting out of his back in a beautifully orchestrated appeal. It was clear it had been done with the help of much medical evaluation- for one spine was clearly prosthetic if you were to gaze close enough. If you unhinged the right part- the two spines could collapse into the child's back like a case- and it had seemed he had some proper work done, for a zipper had been placed along both slivers of skin. Once it was all zippered up he looked a little more human. Oh but this boy was human- perhaps a large part of him was dead, but pure undignified will power kept the creature moving. It kept his heart pumping. It may have been his nerves but every now and again you may catch what looks like a grin, pass it's face.

If you muster up the courage, and approach it quietly, and tenderly... you may even get a name out of the creature. What is it now...? It didn't serve a purpose did it. He would die soon, and wash up years later in the back of the woods.

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iNicest Report | 01/05/2011 9:24 am
It's k, brah.
And thanks. B)
Onigohri Report | 01/05/2011 7:58 am
butthead. ;o;
I thought you really left!
I was worried!
ArazulDeFleur Report | 01/03/2011 11:29 pm
Nice description smile .
Vengarl Report | 01/03/2011 11:22 pm
Oh really? ~Goes to look.~
Picklocks Report | 01/03/2011 9:45 pm
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Sweet, thanks!
I'll add you back.
Picklocks Report | 01/03/2011 9:33 pm
Awesome-tastic.
Picklocks Report | 01/03/2011 9:30 pm
Of course~
Even to creepy ones in masks and smeared on blood?
Picklocks Report | 01/03/2011 9:26 pm
Why thank you.
You look interesting as well, stranger.
Omnisynth Report | 01/02/2011 10:39 pm
SEE I AM A FAILURE but I know a musician named "Kurobear" who used Gaia that's why I got confused xD;;

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