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Abandon All Fear by Baleur, literature

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Abandon All Fear

Not unlike tonight, I was sitting in my room listening to the midnight rain. Not unlike my tears, was the smattering upon the window as it fell. Howling winds, or was it but my minds confusion, keeping me sane? Howling thoughts, twisting my senses as I suddenly heard a knell.. Swiftly turning my eyes in its direction, I saw but a floor. A quiet, somewhat dirty floor, the same as it had always been. Dismissing it as tricks played upon my ears, so sore. Yet again, a thud upon my floor, heavy and unseen. "Who goes there?!" I yelled out, in my mind. Hoping for a response, naive and giggling. Another tap, this time from the roof above, t

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Midnight Cities by Baleur, literature

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Midnight Cities

Sleepless downtown districts, brilliant midnight colors glistening in the wet streets. Flocks of unique lives walking around, scattered lights in windows everywhere. Distant fog of echoing technology, music, voices, hearts broken and healed. Glass mountains. Illuminated canyons. Miniature suns everywhere the eye looks. Part of me dies in absence of it. Nature is not for me.

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Illogical Construct by Baleur, literature

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Illogical Construct

When love becomes numb. Numb as a foot submerged in ice. Logic should rule, but it doesn't. This icy fortress, protective and strangely comforting. It retains a form of, hope. No chill emanating, nor any particular depression. It is simply there, I've grown very fond of it of late. An illusion of maturity, formed by the construction of its walls. Perhaps not an illusion at all. Will butterflies ever return, at the whim of outside influence? Or is this newfound icy maturity, allowing for another kind of love? Confusion is all that is certain.

Romantic Isolation by Baleur, literature

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Romantic Isolation

What? What is the reason? I'm dying to find out. Is it pure luck? An unlikely but yet real sequence of bad luck, over the course of 25 years? Is it karma? Did I commit some horrific crime in a past life, to justify a lifetime of romantic isolation? Is it god? Does "it" exist? Is it not divine as legends claim, instead gloating in my loneliness? What?! What is the reason for this? Or will I be long dead before I find out?

Subject 429 by Baleur, literature

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Subject 429

Subject for treatment: 492, name confidential. Admission by: Friendly neighbours. Cause for admission: Disturbing the peace with confusing screaming and arguing with co-inhabitants, risk of causing harm to self or others. Upon first sight, subject appears to be timid, no bodily injuries or trauma to the head can be seen. However, certain lack of proper nutrition, body appears malnourished and quite pale. Arrived in old socks, muddy shoes and somewhat stained clothes. Suspected illness: Melancholia Dementia, Anthropophobia. Severe mood disturbance, unremitting apprehension and gloom, delusional thoughts. Abnormal Corticotropin-releasing h

Infatuation, Ye Olde by Baleur, literature

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Infatuation, Ye Olde

Hello. This is how it begins, each time a piece of a man's soul is reborn, or murdered. An innocent, ignorant greeting. Perhaps with a trace of hope, excitement. But never a consideration of the consequences of "Hello". And it grows.. An unnoticeable spark at first, ominous and addictive. Multiplying over time, until she's a new daily drug, ingested to prevent decay. Rapidly becoming the most beautiful manifestation of Isis on the planet. A painful etching upon my retina, remaining still. Oh I would close my eyes forever to let it stay. But see, it's a fool's errand, for there is another memory haunting me. The voice, seemingly unre

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Infatuation, Ye Olde

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Apr 29
Sweden
Deviant for 16 years
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Warning, daily rant :P

I'm soo sick of all the nasty, frankly filthy, and usually LITERALLY dirty, hairy penis-photos that people upload here, deluding themselves with the idea that "if i take a provocative somewhat raw and dirty black & white photo of my 40 year old shriveled genitals, its artistic and deep!".

No. :(
Just no. It isnt artistic. It isnt art. Its just disgusting, okay?
Art is something those people will never understand.
And to be fair, i have the same opinion regarding female nude photos as well, when they are taken in a "bad-nude" pose or ugly setting (coughing while nude is a good example of "bad-nude" lol :O).

It just happens to be that most female nudes on this site are actually tasteful and artistic (either via light and shadow play, pose, or something else).

Current Residence: Sweden
Favourite genre of music: Metal, Goth, anything
Favourite style of art: Any art that has soul ^_^
Skin of choice: This slimy thing with cells..
Favourite cartoon character: Haruhi Suzumiya <3

Favourite Movies

Sweeney Todd, Let The Right One In, etc

Favourite Gaming Platform

PC & 360