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White Mask All semblance of control in hand has vanished without word or trace, and thoughts of me in others' minds are shown as clearly as the face of malice on a doggone hound who knows his right to bite and tear, if I should take a step toward their being – but I wouldn't dare.White Mask by ~AbsynthMinded
With desperate thoughts to charge create, I loose my pen and drive my skill; an open book with pages blank I form a life bent to my will. Pathetic as these thoughts may seem, I won't maintain a life askew. I want control and charge and rule, and that's why I created… you.
The first page will create your form, a head and arms and legs and such, your face a mask of w
Why Does God Make Ugly People? Why Does God Make Ugly People?Why Does God Make Ugly People? by ~AbsynthMinded
By Chris Saunders – September 22, 2009
Ah, sleep. Carl Bangson anticipated the warm comfort of his bed as any drowsy person would, and perhaps more. Coming in from the cold, in the cozin
Love's Own Fiend Cupid’s WorkshopLove's Own Fiend by ~AbsynthMinded
Narrator:
The poison is blinding. The stab of the barb feels smooth, then wonderful, like the injection of a needle filled with an opiating goodness. If you only knew what it was that suddenly blurred your eyes and instead replaced your sight with visions of euphoria, you would resist it. If you have seen what I have, the one canonized as the lovers’ saint, you would never wander near the chapel that serves him as his lair. A fallen angel, the fiend of passion and desire, and who, like all fiends do, has withheld the true snare behind his lures.
He’s Cupid.
Cupid:
Dancing, twirling, spinning, stirring,
All Soul's Month So long I searched.All Soul's Month by ~AbsynthMinded
So long, my friends!
This goes beyond,
My recommends.
We’re hoarding all,
That we can find,
But rummage for,
Three of a kind.
All souls emerge,
Fill in our lacks,
Return three cards,
Kings, Dames, and Jacks.
All hands on deck,
Abandon ship and leave this wreck,
Lives on lifeline,
Get help, but only this one time.
Obtained a month,
To go around,
This year will fly
In leaps and bounds.
One year, too long;
One day to fold,
Time offer’s edge,
Won’t be cajoled.
One sea, one storm
One million souls,
Twenty-nine days,
To make our goals.
All hands on deck,
Abandon ship and leave this wre
You have a good start to your gallery, and I hope to see more soon.
Sta.sh
