Photographic wannabe memorySomeone took it upon themselves to move my old Nikon and now I have to take the lens to get fixed. I have long since lost my good digital camera. Damnit all.
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Nephilim KissMicha was a death row prisoner, sentenced to die by lethal injection for the murder of two CEOs meeting to seal the deal on a merger. He told the judge it was a mission from god and laughed softly, baby fine hair falling over downcast eyes, hiding his angelic face from sight. His lawyer had attempted an insanity plea but it fooled no one. Micha knew what he had done and he had no remorse. Andrews watched him, a mere foot from the bars of the jail cell and for the first time since he had been assigned to the penitentiary, he felt a stab of fear. He reminded himself that even evil could be beautiful, that Lucifer himself was the faiNephilim Kiss
by ~Lieska
Bit of Madness 1In the dream something was wrong, something more than a fading of memory, more than the throbbing in her temples. Her? His? Nothing was clear anymore. It had the feel of a naked dream, sheer embarrassment pushing down the lump of fear in his - her? - throat, overwhelming it Focusing on the blanket of darkness, she - no, he! - tried to force it back, tried to make the dreaming lucid but to no avail. The throbbing in his temples grew, roaring, and pushed away all sense of embarrassment. Fear rose, freed from the oppressive emotions that had kept it locked away and tore from his throat, screaming endlessly. Jerking awake,Bit of Madness 1
by ~Lieska
contagionwriter fair, I see you aching under skies of blue thunderstorms roiling in your tempest eyes air drawn into lungs quite suddenly too small lightning flashing from your fingertips arcing across virgin white staining the paper with red spattercontagion
from your gunshot wound of a heart
writer fair, I taste you burning fire upon my lips words bursting forth from my empty skull crackling furies rage on giving birth to worlds upon worlds hands racing the clock in an effort to burn out time confused alphabets must have their escape before this guns
by ~Lieska
quite madI seem to have a lead weight dragging at my heart. I feel I’m being pulled down by unwanted anger and hate. squeeze it into a tight ball and toss it under my bed kneeling to pray it will all just fade away I think I hate the sunlight. I feel eaten up by demons. I feel torn apart by lies. How long until my head can’t wrap around the thought of your skewed perspective? twisted angels glitter sickly in this “happy daylight” &quite mad
by ~Lieska
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- Current Residence: an old house full of old things
- Interests: writing, photography, singing too loud, coffee, tea, baking, cooking, sewing creepies, sketching
- Favourite movie: Dependant entirely upon mood and company.
- Favourite band or musician: CoCa, CC, HIM, most anything with cello, Protest the Hero, All That Remains, Rise Against, etc, etc
- Favourite genre of music: sif, I want allllll genres!
- Favourite poet or writer: Charles De Lint, Jim Butcher, Anyone in my Faves, Myself (how vain)
- Favourite photographer: My Dad. No, really.
- Operating System: PipGirl 6.0 ~ now with more sunshine!
- Favourite game: Fallout (pick one, I like them all)
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Myself
- Tools of the Trade: I traded blood for ink and the paper was free.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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