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Days Like ThisHe'd told her there'd be days like this.

"There're gonna be days like this, y'know.' He'd said, taking the curve along with the car, watching a girl walk out of a grocery shop with a huge plastic bag dangling too low, she's too young, and scraping the ground, "There are going to be days like this." He'd said, at a shore also, with the sun behind him setting itself away behind a two thousand foot mountain, a cool breeze ten seconds ahead of him. "There are going to be times when there's nothing; no work; no deadline; no bills; nothing. And you'll get pissed off, whether you like it or not. Whether or not you want to get pissed off. All the cu

She-EarthThe earth held them up too. The wretched. The dying, and the dead. And they suckled on her, vampires craving the erotic. And she did not shrug them off. She did not shrug them off. I cannot encompass such. She will allow her own rape. She is kindness. She is love. She is for need. She understands. This I cannot encompass.

She stays my hand.

PeachesPeaches, ah, yes - peaches - peaches are a pleasure, yes - a joy. A good hard peach is a wonderful, wonderful thing - the texture, so velveteen, and when you bite - a nice satisfactory crunching - and it's juice - almost bitter - but so much fun - like a grape, too green, almost wrinkled, pouring sweet venom into your gums.

SunLightOne day, and the sun will be high in sky.

It's all going to make sense, I'll know what's going on - and I'll be able to say it - and everybody will be able to understand it - and all the hearts of all of the worlds will be large.

Ego LustEgo-Leech. Drain. He who listens, not because he cares, but because he wants. Malignant. Driven not by hunger but by lust. His name among lights. The footnote. He lurks in fear of death - life cannot reach him, he will not look towards it. When he does, a mask of eyes. A mockery of memory, a mockery of hope. He who clips angels wings because he will not fly. The earth grows barren under his step. And the girl sheds a tear. The father holding to blood. The sun, grotesquely looks on, the taste burns into a grimmace. The lady cries. The lady cries.
The lady cries.
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Insult To Injuryby ~valis

Customization / Wallpaper / Political

Well, didn't want to get into an insulting competition, so to paraphrase the SoundGarden label "You make me sick, I make wallpapers."

have fun,

Flag in background is a stock photo - [link]

If you want to see the insults directly - head to [link]

Peace.

~EonOrteaShadowmaster Feb 12, 2013 Student Writer

An old piece (well, old for dA), but still extremely relevant.

~ladyrandomm13 Mar 30, 2011 Student

Personally, even though I live in America, I'd have no real issue being called antiAmerica. I wasn't born here...but seriously, people just forget that war creates more issues than it solves. It decides really who's left standing, not who's right.

~Sirafu Jul 28, 2010

fuck iraq and the people fighting it.....hence they are slaves of the big bankers

~karlarei2003 Jun 6, 2009

Uh-oh, I think I saw 'communist' up there somewhere.
You'll have to add it to your list of names later XD

I'm always up for a good debate but when sides start character assassinating one another it turns the conversation into something grotesque and ugly.

Anyway, great job with this one, too! (You little abstard, you)