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Keith couldn't help himself.

He finished eating moments after the six of them exited the building. Anticipation speeding him along, all he could do was watch as the six of them hustled around in the lot. Two of the three teens had approached the large man and, from what Keith could tell, had given him a piece of their minds.

What a glorious day for Keith! Nothing Of real interest like this had ever happened right in front of him! Sure, he had heard his father tell stories from all around the world. But his own adventures would start today, if he could help it.

Standing from his table and wiping his mouth. Keith tapped a boot's toe against the marble. He felt himself sway against his own weight as the liquor finally did it's magic. Ironically he regretted drinking it now. He didn't need to get his mind off the pain now. Now he had other ways of getting away. Now he could chase after other's evil doings and forget about his own.

To live in hypocrisy, yes, but who said hypocrisy was filled with sorrow?

Keith inverted heels and tapped before taking a dorky, half-assed moon-walk towards the trash-can where he placed his tray. Slamming the tray rather harshly against the trash-can, he succeeded in getting the preppy clerk's attention. The same one he had bullied earlier.

Spinning with a wink, he smiled at her and stepped behind the counter to give her a peck on the cheek. Exiting through the employee-area door.

He heeled it across the parking lot and waved at the girl as she half-scowled at him before giggling and closing the door. His charm had always gotten him away with stuff. Though he never knew why.

Coming to the corner of the building Keith peered around and saw the older man and David walking in his direction. They seemed engaged in conversation. Keith couldn't hear anything but listened closely anyway.
The two of them finished talking and walked back to the group which had moved to the curb.

Keith took this opportunity to imitate his favorite ninja movies. Darting behind a car as soon as Challings an David turned around. Following a route hidden by automobiles, Keith made his way closer to the curb.

At last he was close enough to hear them....


RrIiNnGg! RrIiNnGg!

"Oh shit!"

His half-breathed scream exclaimed. He fumbled for his phone and answered it to his sister's usually-disgruntled voice.

'You're fucked.'

"Don't I know it!"

He said, far too scared shitless to look over his shoulder to see if they had heard.

'Uncle Tom says that the season is passing, you're out of work.'

"Fuck!"

'Back to mom and da-'

"Hell No!"

Keith interrupted with all he had, his voice was loud but he didn't care. His life back home wouldn't continue the way it was, for everything he was. He'd rather have that guy's henchmen make him into fish-food before he would go back to them.

'Then find another job!'

"Fine!"

He slapped the cellphone shut, eager to beat her to the punch.
Not a second passed before he realized what he had done.

"What was I thinking?"

He thought, sitting against the blue mini-van that shielded his figure from the others.

His hand came to his face as a tear dripped to the pavement.

"What's wrong with me today?

His head jerked back and bumped the van as that awful image shot into his brain. The image he had seen every night since he could remember. Insomnia haunted him from that image. But no matter what he tried, he couldn't escape the fear that it instilled in him. Something told him, etched away at his soul, that that mark was bad.

He came back to earth and looked around. Shaking his feelings of distress off and rubbing his eyes.

"I guess they heard me, but to hell if I'm moving if they don't call me out. "

Keith dropped down to his stomach and rolled under the van. He stayed far enough that they'd have to kneel to see him.

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Yes. I did copy/paste those posts from an rp I'm in. But I see them as part of Keith's history so far. So there.

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Good bye, my heart. I'm sorry that we need to depart. We did so much together and it seemed so fine, but I fear that through it all we were both lying. No, not on purpose but by ignorance's obligation. We tried and tried but we fought for naught.

Sweet flower, white and pure, I'd hoped when we'd find our love, that we'd never part, but we did, so far apart we are.

Cry, pure heart, cry! We've failed and flailed around but to no avail! No, theres nothing left, don't say a damned thing. We're both gone now and our fates now free. Nothing left, for me or for you. We've finished, faced it and now its through.

Merciless winds push against my body, around me they bend, like the streams of time. Nothing changes or is affected. My heart cold and black from the feelings I collected.
Now only I reside in my own mind, no one else needs to know me or see my true feelings, because my feelings matter to no one but me.

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My doodles. Working harder on them probably would improve them, but I'm honestly just too lazy.

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a lifetime of boredom, quenched with the fire of freedom



((Not sure if I ever posted this one))

I'll walk this hell for a thousand miles, because my angel is waiting for me on the other-side...

Shackles of sorrow.
Chains of pain.
O' these things that bind my love to the earth when she is meant to fly.

O' Lord! Hath thou not power over earth as ye do heaven?
Hath thou not power over the fate of my lonely angel?
Curse the ground that forces she to walk upon it.

And curse the heavens for my loves forsaken wings!

Cry-not my darling.

Though heaven hath rejected ye humility, though the earth cripples thee,
I shall always love you..

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Though at times I seem to find that I'm a person of little understanding, I am thankful that in the confines of my mind I am not alone when standing.

My friends who cherish, and hold me up, are all rooting for me when my number gets called -ever so abrupt(ly).

When I'm gone I have but one thing on(my mind) that I'd like for you all to know: when I die and move on by, I'll be even happier so to find that I've not committed the crime of making my cherished ones cry.

So be happy and click your heels in joy that I've gone to the other side; let me rest in peace with the echo of my happy-passed rhymes a-chime in time.

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The following was sent to me from a person I had considered my very best friend, and even though we have never met 'for real' I am still greatly saddened by it.

I would like to state that my lack of a sufficient social-life, one where I make an abundance of 'real' friends, does, in no-way, embarrass me.









Though I'd like to say that I've known Robert for decades, I saddly cannot. My friendship with him began about three years ago at a forum of like-interest between us. Though the site was dying so we tended to parry off-subject and talk about whatever we thought about at the time. Soon the forum died and we went to ims and emails. After the first year we had talked about everything from anime to real-life relationships. We found that we were very similar, in that we had the same morals and ethics. Though I always considered him much wiser than I would ever be.

He helped me with my school-work on many occasions and I talked with him whenever he needed to vent. We supported the other's good decisions and made each-other aware of the bad-points in questionable ones.
Whenever I had a question, I would usually ask Robert before anyone else. His words and decisions always had a kind and considerate logic, and he never thought rashly even when other's were severely against him.

I'm not really even sure how to put into words, his character, but I can say that I cannot say anything bad at all about him. He never at all gave me a reason to think badly of him.

I'm sorry that my words may not make allot of since, even though I put a sincere effort into these words, for my friend, but I will not apologize for letting these words leave my heart.

Robert, you were the best friend I'll ever have. I remember those talks we had about wanting to get away from all the stupid bullshit that the world is, but sadly you reached enlightenment before me. Though I wish you would come back to have one last talk with me, I hope you stay in your happy place. Forever.


Never felt more queer in my life. -76

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Something warm; an embrace.

To hold and keep safe. From the world? Or myself?

Unreal is the feeling that overwhelms me when I am alone, thinking to myself of days to come or days that'v been. A feelings mixed of nausea and happiness. Or of sadness and remorse. Unbalanced and bitter-flavored.
Confined too often am I to sit in such a feeling. Overlapping trials, and what seem to me to be tests of sorts.

Manifested inside the one is that of wickedness and evil. Though it plunders heartily against his morals, his ethics, it has yet to succeed against him.

Uncommon are those who fight against themselves to such a diligence that they cut themselves down for the sake of what they fight for.
To do this requires a point of view that is also far too uncommon.

Unadulterated, pure, and virtuous is that which I have cast to the dust, for it to shine greater than it could have ever thought.

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The self-portrait kinda sucks....>_>


Me messing with some watercolors on Oc(OpenCanvas(program))


I did this awhile back....

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