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Journal Entry: Thu Aug 16, 2012, 4:43 PM
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So I like to game, and I use Steam to do so.

Anyone who drops by this page who happens to like Steam, should add me here: [link]

Also I have the following steam licenses for sale.

Terraria x 2

Dead Island x 2

Payday the Heist x 2

So contact me here or through Steam if you're interested :)

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Crimson Flow for MertusRun.

Pause.

Stop.

My thoughts could only match my actions; my actions could only convey the thoughts of my mind.

Breath.

Think.

Run.

My heartbeat quickened, the muscle working to push blood to my limbs. I couldn't spare a moment for its sake, I had to keep moving, otherwise he would find me.

Effort.

But that was just it; I had run out of steam, I had no effort left in me. I couldn't seem to draw my threads any tighter; I couldn't juice my body for an extra burst of energy.

Out of options.

Nowhere to run to, no one to turn to.

I turned, ready to face the inevitable, and I watched it draw near.

Near.

Nearer.

Nearest.

My fears, m Crimson Vengeance for CreepieMonetThe light browns of the Morrocan village once stirred the villagers' hearts; they loved their small town, they loved knowing everyone who lived nearby, but that had all changed…

One night was all it took to rip out the peace and replace it with terror; one night of bloodlust flowing through the town; grown men were reduced to their knees; respected elders were reduced to the common rabble. Everyone in Asilah fell to the very ground they made their livelihoods on, and all because one man chose one town to run down.

Children and elderly rushed about the streets, seeking hiding places. Women and wives carried buckets of water to burning h Commission: Spoils of a Treasure HunterThe pizzeria had the finest take on synthesising the perfect Supreme pizza; the capsicum sat atop a bed of thinly sliced ham, and the pineapple rested in amongst the olive fragments. Øyvind Herstad considered it a marvelous indulgence; the perfect requisite for his next great treasure hunt with his delectably gorgeous companions Kaitlyn and Kara Walker.

"Ah yes girls" – He spoke intelligently, although not so much the words, as the way he portrayed them across the thin, cool air – "Another heist completed, another trophy to add to your walls. It is time however, for us to begin again. I've heard rumour of a treasure crypt in G The Doctor and MeHe called again; "Run!" he said…

I can still remember the day I met the Doctor; a day I never wish to forget. I remember how, on what started out as a normal day of school, a strange cloud formation appeared above my head in the yard. A large, spontaneous array of clouds, spat purples, greens, reds and blues at us. I remember feeling the electricity in the air, the high voltages crashing organic life to ruins. I remember watching as trees, plants, people disappeared before my eyes.

And of course, I remember the Doctor.

He fell through the cloud formation. He fell from the atmosphere above, bathed in the strange lights of the storm. He The Absence of LoveI'll write you a poem,
And pray that you'll read it,
In hope that you'll understand,
The pain that I'm feeling.

The thought of you,
Makes me smile; happily,
Waiting for the day,
It will become more than just,
My imagination.

Meloncholy moods move over,
Replaced by the happiness,
That I feel,
When I think of you.

I dream of you;
Because the last thought I think,
Before I fall to sleep,
Is how great we'd be together.

If only you knew,
If only you felt the same,
Then maybe one day,
My smiles would be,
For reality.

You may read this,
And not know it's for you,
You'll think it's for someone else,
Someone who deserves it, Miracles On CloudsLifting high,
Upwards, into the blue,
Blue canvas of the sky…

I float upon a soft cloud,
Unable to control,
My own movements,
Unable to determine my own,
Destination.

I look down upon the spherical earth,
I wish whimsically,
Of what could happen,
When I touch ground,
What miracles I could,
Play witness to.

The wind sings lyrics,
To my keenly waiting ears,
My brain deciphering it,
As though a thousand fish,
Are flying in the sky,
Calling to me.

I fall back softly,
Onto my bed of white,
And dream incandescently,
Of futures passing by,
And I wonder one last time,
What is meant by "sleep"…

Floating down,
Downw TerraformingTerraformation.

Atmospheric alteration.

Hypothetically

Temperature modification.

Theoretically

Topography variation.

Supposedly

Ecological transformation.

Terraformation. You're The ReasonYou're the reason I'm standing here,
The reason I don't let go.
If it weren't for you, I'd escape the hold,
Of that, I'm sure you know.

You're the reason I get through the day,
The reason I don't give in.
If you weren't there to hold me still,
I'd fall for every sin.

My apparent friends abandon me,
Leave me in the mud to die.
But in your eyes I see the pain,
You feel it just as I.

You reach your hand to grasp on mine,
And pull me to my feet.
Every time I fall to Earth,
You don't let me call defeat.

When I smile, so full of joy,
You're there to dance around.
You make life a bearable pain,
Fill my ears with joyful sounds.

Yo What Kind Of Woman?What couple would last as long as we, when all we have going for us, is a distant memory? What two people would survive for as long as we have together, when all we manage, is unresolved fights?

I hate alcohol, and you love it.
You like to party, and I like to read.
I believe in God, and you think he's a story.
You threaten to leave me, and I'm scared of losing you.

We've survived a year, and things have changed. You do less for me, and more for yourself. You swear at me, laugh at my hurt and abuse my trust, until I can trust you no more.

I'm seventeen, and you just turned 18.
You're free, and I'm imprisoned.
I want to be with you alw Stand-Off MarauderThe gun click-clacked in his hands,
    The centerpiece rolled over,
Locking another bullet into place.

'You see; there's one thing different,
    Between you and I,'
He said, spit flying from his mouth.

I watched on as he weighed his weapon,
    Feeling it against his skin,
Adjusting his strength and eyesight.

'You're a foolish boy; a marauder's son,
    Defenseless and incapable,'
He spoke, words flying off his tongue.

He lifted his pistol in line with his eyesight,
    Examined me down the barrel,
Examining me; his in Unless I Say SoLet's get one thing straight,
You're a boy.
Even from the very start,
You were given rights above me.

Now that equality is demanded,
You still get the rights.
I'm expected to wear dresses,
And play with dolls.

Let's get one thing straight,
You're a girl.
Even from the very start,
I have had it worse.

From the very beginning,
I've had to provide for you.
I've had to kill for you,
And I've had to support you.

You know nothing!
I have to give birth.
I have to raise the child,
And sew your clothes.

My life is in the kitchen,
And wherever you demand me to be.
I have to cook for you,
And be here for you when you get home.

Si Positive OutlooksYeah, we get it,
   You're upset and lonely,
You're alone and forsaken.
      Yeah, we get it,
   Your life is over,
You have no purpose anymore.

Please, listen to reason!
   You're upset and lonely,
But you still have your friends.
      Hear what we say!
   Your life ain't over,
You're still just as beautiful as you were before.

You're so very loved,
   You have the most amazing support
You have a caring family.
      And caring friends.
   Smile and be happy,
Even though people hurt you, you'll overcome the grief

Think about what you now have,
   Not what you've lost,
Because now you have freedom.
      Alwa Black LimousineComfort in a deadened breast

The silent cries couldn't be heard down the corridor; they couldn't be heard in the separate rooms of her house, and nor could they be heard by the sleeping ears of her family.

Mother heard them though; she heard those silent cries calling strongly for a mother's touch; her embrace. She could see those hands through walls of concrete reaching out to her, drawing in her heart, and only her heart; for her body could not follow it.

The young infant cried silent tears; craving comfort in the arms of his mother; the mother that lay heavy and cold in a white bed down the hall; the mother with a now free heart; a soul Passive Sin - Cold SnowdriftI swear; I love you!
Even though my passive sin,
May say otherwise.

Please understand me!
Listen to what I tell you,
For it's all I have.

The snowdrift masks my,
Aged regret and dishonour;
The cold of the night.

Remember those nights?
Cold nights by the firelight;
High up in the clouds.

Remember those sins?
Passive sins we committed?
Masked by the snowdrift?

I remember them,
The beauty of their taboo,
Forbidden to us.

Held back by old ties,
Pushed forward by temptation,
Ending in heaven.

Those; our passive sins,
Let bloom by the candlelight,
Of the morning sun.

Lost to cold snowdrifts,
Replaced in our memories,
By ti Never RestFollowing a thought;
Following a dream.
Is not as easy,
As it may seem.

Don't give up,
Try your best.
Keep at it,
And never rest.

Remember others,
And where they've been.
Be like them,
And live your dream. The TheatreThe curtains opened,
   Cheers rang out.
The lights dimmed,
      Intensity.

They danced across the floor,
   On performers shoes.
The audience jeered,
      Ecstasy.

Roses rained down,
   Upon the dancer's heads.
Their words run out strongly,
      Captivating.

Costumes were extravagant,
   Colours so obtuse,
Actors flaunting their abilities,
      Mesmerising.

The audience applauds,
   The actors bow.
Leave the theatre,
      Reality. An Orc In The ShireMan belongs to a heightened
Society,
  A vast array of knowledge,
Bountiful resources,
    Beautiful landscapes.

But beyond the glittering,
Gleaming flora,
  And the wild life of the land,
Lies a deathly man,
    He is Industry.

Industry sits there,
Day in,
  Day out,
Heaving his great lungs,
    The lungs of a smoker.

He sits in the distance,
Hidden,
  And alone,
Puffing his pipe,
    Inhaling, exhaling.

In amongst the fauna,
The flora,
  The beauty,
Of the landscape,
    Industry creates,

And he destroys.

Constantly, for years,
He sits,
  He breathes,
While his servants feed his pipe,
    And flic Time To ChangeThe world is collapsing,
    And for once,
I didn't do it.

There are so many Hells',
     Playing out there,
I'm getting dizzy.

Let's pack our bags,
     Take a step,

    It's time to change.

The world is collapsing,
    And for once,

I can change that.



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Well I'm a young Australian born and bred artist. I enjoy drawing, reading and writing (and, when I can be bothered, I try my hand at digital art).
I'm 18 years of age and recently completed my final year of schooling.
My ambitions in life are currently undefined; all I know is; I love to write, so perhaps my future will involve much of that.
I love music, no matter what it is.
Gaming somehow rules my life, while not distracting me from the other important areas.
If there are zombies, it's a good night in.
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