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Transparent Spring, Summer, Autumn, these seasons tend toward indefinable and indefinite in Mississippi, but, often enough in literature, a season or change in weather symbolizes mood, change in perception, or inner turmoil. This paper does not pertain to literature, but when one speaks of literature the clichés all rise, gorgons whose eyes scream out, “this is the springtime of your life”, talk incessantly of the long youth of summer. With haunting regularity those voices mention the august autumns of middle age, and at the last pained breath, the cold creeping winter death in man’s senTransparent
in Essays on 2/4/08
in Science Fiction on 12/18/07
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- Current Age: 22
- Current Residence: Dorms
- Interests: Graduation, literature, history, music, reading
- Favourite movie: Dr. Zhivago, House of Flying Daggers, What Dreams May Come... too many to list
- Favourite band or musician: Muse, Apocolyptica, William Grant Still, Tool, Perfect Circle, Placebo
- Favourite genre of music: Anything good
- Favourite artist: H. R. Gieger
- Favourite poet or writer: Dylan Thomas, Tennyson, Twain, Chuck Paliunuck
- Favourite game: Strategy and Rpg's
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Spike
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Now the awkward question: how do you know me? for I do not recognise your name but you seem to know me!
I am intrigued and excited!
--
R. Eames / S. Mayer
Smertiest Smerter.
you.
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
Staying busy?
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
--
To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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Unfortunately, I type faster than I think.
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