

LifeSilence, sleep, in death we feed.Life
Growing from it like gnarled, twisted trees. Feeding from the chaotic forest of man. Never changing, yet ever dwelling in mere existence. Stuck between consciousness and dream. Never realizing there is life beyond the forest. Our exterior is burned and scarred,
Yet our interior stays as flesh. Unchanged, yet somehow scarred forever. Tragedy strikes in the forest,
But never fret, For there, in the rubble lies the
Lone gnarled tree. Ready to begin a new existence from
The chaos and disaster. Beautiful.
I bited him
by £deviantWEAR
by £deviantWEAR
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The headless chicken is after me again! "ahh its gona get me!"
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WHO LIKES THE HORIZONTAL TANGO???
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The headless chicken is after me again! "ahh its gona get me!"
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WHO LIKES THE HORIZONTAL TANGO???
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The headless chicken is after me again! "ahh its gona get me!"
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To those who understand, I extend my hand
To the doubtful I demand, take me as I am
Not under your command, I know where I stand
I won't change to fit your plan, Take me as I am!
~DT
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WHO LIKES THE HORIZONTAL TANGO???
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