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Breanna Joy
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Jun 12, 2015 01:28PM
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Nay, just nay.
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That could be alright, I guess..?
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Nay, just nay."
Wooooow I JUST realized you spelt my name wrong...
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The Phantom wrote: "Cool. No one cares. XD"
*jumps up and down and waves my hand* I do! :)
*jumps up and down and waves my hand* I do! :)
It bothered me the moment I read it XD
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youre sis is pretty good,i saw her videos.
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oh wowshe looks 16 or something.
is she on goodreads
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I think she's technically on here, but pretty much only in name.
lol thats nice.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lje61...
i did a cover of check yes juliet with my friend.
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Ars Necendi
The wonder that my knife can bring:
to draw forth pain and make it sing.
To carve in flesh my muse's mind
and in the act amusement find.
To call up blood and make it run
in rivulets, to raise the Sun
from slumber and from tender rest
atop unbroken crimson crest
My knife cares not for gods divine,
its highest purpose, like to mine,
to draw sweet sigils, holding breath,
and keep my canvas far from death,
whose clutches steal the greatest part;
their fear and pain complete my art.
And yet, among the veined scars
are fractures. Twisted, the self torn
open, tortured. All hope forlorn
desperation a perfect mind mars.
What wonders when a man is made
a god of death, ascended?
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Crimson splattered spurting;
Red-soaked wood denies it.
Canvas lies spent, hurting,
By perfect lighting lit.
Leaching scarlet, its eyes
Are blank; devoid of life.
Rigor mortis belies
Desperate echoes of strife.
The canvas, now inanimate;
Blessed and beauteous: scarred,
Is centre-stage and adequate:
by sad decay she's marred.
A shadow dances cast
By flickering, fading lights.
The scene is found at last;
Once more its screams delight.
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