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Fatigue by wiseguy9894, literature

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Fatigue

It follows every one of us, never ceasing the chase Every person can feel it just behind them Some go faster and stave off the inevitable for a long time to come Others succumb quickly, falling far short and being overtaken Fatigue follows us all, gripping at our heels Always trying its hardest to slow us and pull us down The unshakeable truth is that fatigue is truly the greatest force All things must come to an end All things must wear away How far is your end? Is it far? Is it just around the corner? It matters little, for in life, though we long to extend our lives to eternity... Though we strive to drag out the inevitable and

Guardian by wiseguy9894, literature

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Guardian

The Guardian Such is the part I play in my group. I am the eldest brother of our dysfunctional family. I will gladly sacrifice for any one of them and take on all their troubles for me alone to bear, but sadly such is not always so black and white. My friends, they are troubled with more than the danger that I can easily avert, they are troubled with burdens which, though I would happily bear upon myself, I cannot bring upon myself due to the nature of them. Even if it were possible to bring them upon myself, it is not my place. Those troubles are of too personal a nature that to try and help would be invasive...so I am in that regard a

Catalyst by wiseguy9894, literature

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Catalyst

Night is the catalyst of imagination As it encroaches on the day, light turns to darkness, and noise to silence It is those two aspects that make night the catalyst In the silence, the brain will substitute its own noise, be it mere ringing, or more unearthly sounds In the darkness, complete blackness, the mind's eye can run wild with the greatest, or most terrible of thoughts and images, completely uninhibited Day does not inspire the mind like night Day forces the mind to see what it illuminates and hear the activity it allows It is when the eyes close, darkness complete and silence pure, that the mind truly runs wild Time, during t

The Venomous Orator by wiseguy9894, literature

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The Venomous Orator

Beware, gentle reader, beware of her. She who smiles so disarmingly, who can coo so charmingly, and who seems so innocent and sweet. Her sweet words and preening hide a purpose. She never speaks without thought, she always chooses her words carefully, making each one count, and never lets a single utterance of her opponent go unnoticed. To that effect, she will take anything stated and mine what gems she may find, none of which can escape her expert eye, then turn any flaw she finds and use it to make a vile toxin which slowly, but surely, destroys the body, yet is subtle enough to go unnoticed until it is much too late. You may think you c

Behind these Purple Eyes (Freeza Song Parody) by wiseguy9894, literature

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Behind these Purple Eyes (Freeza Song Parody)

Seems like just yesterday That you would bow to me You act as if you're tall You act as if you're strong My foot over your head A wrong move and you'd be dead Obedience, whatever could go wrong Now you can't breathe And you will weep You're barely hanging on Here I am, once again I'll tear you into pieces You defy and defend I'll kill you in the end Broke you up, killed your race Everyone can see I have an evil mind Behind these purple eyes I gave you everything Spared your life and let you serve me I knew that you had use For a little while Now nothing's left of you If you lived, this day you'd rue You defied me, now y

Lamentation of Ignorance by wiseguy9894, literature

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Lamentation of Ignorance

I did not know how much pain I caused. I did not know when you sent me signals. I did not know what to say and when to say it. I did not know how to make you smile. I should have known, but I did not. I wish that I could return and try again. I wish that spoken words could become unheard. I wish that my foolishness had never shown. I wish that certain actions could be taken, others undone. But life only happens once, there is no try again. I know this now. I know now that you like him. I know now that I've caused you pain. I know now that I've made so many mistakes. Why do I know this now, as the tears roll down my cheeks? Beca

Trials and Tribulations of the Walmart by wiseguy9894, literature

The Tchetians: The Bird of Night by wiseguy9894, literature

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The Tchetians: The Bird of Night

One of the most fascinating relationships of the desert is that of the Tchetians and the Rux. Rux are small birds that whiz around the desert during the day, and usually rest in the safety of a Tchetian encampment at night. These birds are interesting because of the power their bird calls have on the Tchetians. At night, when the birds call, it acts as a sort of white noise, lulling the Tchetians to an easy sleep. They chirp constantly at night, and even though the calls are sharp, for some reason, they sound soothing to the Tchetians. Once a year, every Rux leaves the desert for a single day. This is mating season, in which suitable mates a

The Tchetians: The Desert's Voice by wiseguy9894, literature

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The Tchetians: The Desert's Voice

Hiki (hee kee) is the name for what is called the desert's "voice". Please bare with me, this is NOT easy to explain. It can be somewhat thought of as a spirit, but that is wrong as well. In the world, there are several of these "voices". Hiki is the one of desert, Morta is the one of forest, Heresh is ocean, and so on. These "voices" are actually the terrains themselves that are manifested as thoughts to those who are sensitive to them, such as a people like the Tchetians. The Tchetians have an affinity for the desert, so Hiki is the strongest and most audible voice of all. When a Tchetian is out in the desert, he or she can listen to Hiki

Abnormal Chains by wiseguy9894, literature

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Abnormal Chains

I am bound, but not in the normal sense Though no one else can see my chains, they are there, unnatural bindings different than any other I am not bound by constriction, quite the opposite, I am bound by activity, by movement, it binds not my body, but my mind I am not forced to keep still, I am forced to keep moving, but it is still just as binding My constant motion, my insatiable appetite for the expulsion of energy keeps me from focusing the mass of energy I feel in my arms and legs effectively, I can only waste the energy, I cannot properly utilize it My body may be free, but my mind is not, it is a slave to the constant fluxes and

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Sep 3
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Hi, I'm Taylor, an aspiring musician, though that's not my only talent. I'm interested in music, writing, a little drawing, and some other stuff. I like to think I have somewhat of a jovial disposition.
I absolutely love programming. My talent is in making digital artwork using the various programs I create.

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Final Fantasy III (on super nintendo)

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wiseguy9894

Jan 11, 2012

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Check out my two friends pages, they are some of my greatest friends ever, both on Deviant Art, and personally. Be nice to them, and I'll be nice to you, but mess with them....expect my wrath. GoddessWashuHakubi   http://goddesswashuhakubi.deviantart.com/ Chibilover200 http://chibilover200.deviantart.com/ I'm currently writing a series I call "My Personal Hell", which will be my interpretations of what Hell will be like for specific sinners. I do not believe that Hell is just "the boiling pit of fire", no I think that for each person, there is a specific Hell tailored just for them, so I'm writing the different Hells for different sins. If

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wiseguy9894

Dec 25, 2011

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Check out my buddy, GoddessWashuHakubi's page http://goddesswashuhakubi.deviantart.com/ Also check out my other buddy, ChibiLover200's page http://chibilover200.deviantart.com/ These two are without a doubt my two best friends (on Deviant Art), and great personal friends. Treat them with respect plz. I've always wondered, do I see something the same way as everyone else? Is the red I see the same as everyone else? Is what I view and have been told is red actually blue? Since we grow up being informed on what color is what, we just accept that that is what the other person sees. If I grow up being told something is blue, that is the word I