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Fly... by °Phill  1 month 6 days  ago

Fly... by °Phill 1 month 6 days ago

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This wallpaper captures the urban essence that proliferated the art of Ghost in the Shell in every incarnation of the series. Phill does an amazing job of capturing a moment of surrealism.

While there are a few, stray building angles and shadows, you find that your eye forgives the minor details and instead focuses on the overall scene that is larger than life, with lights trailing off into infinity.

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$damoser 3 minutes ago
Hmm... all the emo talk must've driven teh sb to suicide

^Dias 9 minutes ago
Let me give you a Tickle Me Emo doll.

$damoser 10 minutes ago
Slit my wrists and cut my breathing.. emo song

~fama-chan 12 minutes ago
HA HAHA a good one! mop will do the trick!

^Dias 13 minutes ago
Get a wig. A long one. Or you can always steal a mop.

^hatesyou 13 minutes ago
Dam /wrists

$damoser 13 minutes ago
I can't get my hair to do that flippy thing, like that guy from that concert. someday...

^Dias 14 minutes ago
9pm. Still in office, just thought i'd [vent][/vent] :-)

~fama-chan 15 minutes ago
@dias:LOL

^Dias 15 minutes ago
[vent]I hate drinking iced tea without ice.[/vent]

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"Shoushi!"
9 journal entries
6 months 2 days ago
"I kept believing only what was in front of my two eyes
Right turns into wrong and vice versa so no one really knows anything
Keep breathing, you can't turn back time
Because fate is starting to move in my hand

Let's cross the sea of time and collect these tears that shine
This endless darkness, and repeated repentances
Are the realities that will create the future
We keep on swaying with the faint light that hits us
I know we'll meet again in the place
Where dreams will be someday shared

It's like carrying never ending blade; people limits are always
Broken, even if their pain has been long forgotten
Your strength is your kindness; time passes by like a wave
Because fate is starting to move in your hand

A flow of hot tears is now stinging my heart like thorns
Wishes that aren't mean to be granted, and relentless repentances
Are the truths that will create the present
Watch the pitch blackness, and see that what will surface from it
Are the people I don't want to lose, the people I want to reach one day
Because they are the only things I know that really exist

Let's cross the sea of time and collect these tears that shine
This endless darkness, and repeated repentances
Are the realities that will create the future
We keep on swaying with the faint light that hits us
I know we'll meet again in the place
Where dreams will be someday shared."