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Canberra, Australian Capital Territory, Australia
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Mannifest Destiny
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View More Info. Days pass into the weak, loveless nights. The moon blinks.The stars swirl beneath Van Gogh’s brush, as he links.Comet light passes twisting cypresses, a schizophrenic’s concussion.On and on, the wind twirls the trees, and does not complain,nor, does the cosmos cringe awaiting reciprocation.Lightning bugs mimic the stars. Atoms sneer.Those who spout love and friendship abandon him, sneering.Their images dance beneath his lids, when he blinks.Though denied a compass, his soul does not reciprocate.Through pain, physical and mental, he still connects, linkswith the life which absorbs and excludes him, not complaining.Nights pass without his mistress, Sien. His mind is concussive.His face trembles torn in the brass sounds of the storm’s concussions.The butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker, all of them, sneer. How unmerciful, this cycle, this God to whom he does not complain.If lack of mercy is just, may he not know why? Time blinks.Thinking causes pain. Only painting connects him, he links.He accepts art and the pain, as gifts, choosing not to reciprocate.Voices, the paint, the moon, the voices say, reciprocate.He chases mice. The cheese plate falls with a loud concussion.He rubs his gnarled hands across his lids. He maintains the link. How? Why? But, the mice eating his cheese only sneer.The sunflowers shimmer and wiggle in their vase, as he blinks.Stumbling, he falls attempting to sit, the chair does not complain.He had thought God clear as sunlight; yet, the paint complained. He was not God; he could not capture the light. He must reciprocate.After all, who was he, but a mere man, ashes to dust; life blinks.Ah death, le grand mal, no minor concussion,He must escape, join the celestial spin, and avoid their sneers.Sick, yes, sick to death of not being understood, not linking.The brushes call. He prostitutes himself. Oil spills, connecting, linking.Theo, brother, never would he forgive. Many others would complain.Ah, Gauguin, His dear friend, he would understand and not sneer.If God was truly a loving God, surely, he thought; God will not reciprocate.The mockers who did not live in Dante’s nine levels of hellish concussion,they will call his actions cowardly. Merciless, they did not live between the blinks. [en.wikipedia.org]
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Gum Leaf 24 Apr, 2017 @ 8:13pm 
He drank that cupp of bleach. Thirst is a big killer.
76561198312388164 22 Feb, 2017 @ 6:56pm 
HE HAS BEEN GONE FOR 34 DAYS WERE IS HE!
Gum Leaf 20 Jan, 2017 @ 11:18pm 
♥♥♥♥ this, i'm on Blog TV with my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hands up, i'm not starting my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ self. You ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ stupid ♥♥♥♥♥. This stupid ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ justice, all ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ righteous ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥, Alex, is doing this ♥♥♥♥, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ KNEEGER. I swear to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ god, i'm going to | Yo, everybody type in the chat "Alex is a stupid ♥♥♥♥♥♥." Just type in the chat "Alex is a stupid ♥♥♥♥♥♥. ♥♥♥♥ him ♥♥♥♥ this
Shanks 20 Aug, 2016 @ 8:30pm 
Im.not accpect u Japanese guy
Sylva 20 Aug, 2016 @ 1:31am 
why'd ya leave? it was just getting fun! :emofdr:
Gum Leaf 24 Jun, 2016 @ 2:45am 
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