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Goodbye

Sat Nov 22, 2003, 4:11 AM
Due to people being offended and whatnot by my art and other little complaints, I've decided to abandon this old name and perhaps move onto a new level so to speak. As soon as I figure out how to delete accounts, this page will be gone. No worries, if you want to know my new account simply email me at infidels_lament@hotmail.com or write a note or comment on this page ...sooner the better or else it may be deleted. This time around I'm only posting the worthy paintings, photo's and computer art. Unless you liked one of my older stuff I still have it on my computer, simply ask and I will post it. Though seeing as I doubt anyone will even bother reading this, I doubt this really matters.

Anyways, I hope to have the new account up and running soon. More details to be posted...

...

Fri Nov 7, 2003, 5:16 AM
sorrow, meloncollie and misery that lie ahead now that I'm gone. I have no words.

Fake

Sat Oct 18, 2003, 1:53 PM
plastic eyes,
plastic mind...
...fake

My Morbid Self

Sat Oct 11, 2003, 7:10 AM
My thoughts are drops to be poured for those who feel
but you wouldn't know
exchange your plastic eyes and see what I am
truly, you're blind
who's to tell you what you fell on?
my sky coloured corpse.

No one to bury me...

Fri Oct 3, 2003, 11:19 PM
As I walked along the banks of the River, deux castors have appeared to me and hitting their tails along the water line, warning me not to come closer. I watched in fascination. I left them in fear they would attack...even though I strongly wanted to continue along the water front. I decided to inhale my mouthful of smoke as a form of comfort and walk to a tree in the local cemetary to contemplate on thoughts.

"Je veux une person, non naturel. Peut etre pour une conversation intense, ou meme seulement un ami. Je veut quelqu'un non naturel pour que j'ai une personne qui a des traits en commun avec moi. Oui, parceque...je suis non naturel...je suis la tragedie humaine. Il y a seulement les esprits and les corps qui couche six pieds sous sol pour moi maintenant. Au moins j'ai mon amour"

I later left the area of my born thoughts and escaped to my usual environment. Nothing...

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