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An Ode to an iPod by fandango-grim, literature

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An Ode to an iPod

Oh box of mirrored silver and pearly white, How you keep me soothed late at night. A pressure ring to browse your trade, And a central button for future songs played. Only one use I have for you, To serenade me with songs through and through! Some are soft and gentle melodies, While others are humorous parodies. I have been known to play songs so brutal, But that is because I am a fan of hardcore metal. There is a sound wisdom in your harmonious feast, Your profession doth soothe mine savage beast!

Awake and Screaming by fandango-grim, literature

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Awake and Screaming

There's nothing more than pain To know you're cast into the rain. Not a soul acknowledges you Not even your friends can pull through. I slept through the sterling night And woke to a horrid fright. My world was turned upside down Baring the new king and blackened crown His name was Sadness announcing clear A name into my skin shall sear. No time to ask or call out for help, I plunged into darkness with a tiny yelp. And so, here, I must wait, Until I am free and the hour late. Locked alone under Sadness's plan, A Knight I wait for; me, a man. October 19, 2009 (c) Daryl Dibley

For whom no bell tolls... by fandango-grim, literature

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For whom no bell tolls...

I used to believe I was good, I used to believe I understood. With my love firm and strong, Nothing could ever go wrong. I'm now a lonely, lost soul, O' for whom no bell doth toll. A fiend begins to ravage, And turns my mind so savage. More tears this week I've shed, My soul would leak fine red. No king, no man, no soul that can; To place me together this life span. Trust these words I pray to you, There is nothing that you can do. She said she loved me, I heard so true, And I believed her, through and through. Most nights my soul just shivers, With lining tears and a lip gently quivers. She let me be with just these thought

Empty As Can Be by fandango-grim, literature

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Empty As Can Be

I was blind before, but now I am seeing, That I was robbed of my very well-being, I had given away all that I am, In some shape or form to life's secret scam. No longer I possessed my delicate mind, That was the first of them I could not find, An empty bowl lay in the top of my head, Science would surely take it when I am dead. I have lost my body in various ways, Eating it away on the years and days, Cramming it full of desserts and treats, Inflating it to proportions of disgusting feats. Away with, I made due, to my feeble emotions, No longer could I stand their ugly notions, Dragging me down into dark, lonely places, To rip

The Fox Now Excused By Death by fandango-grim, literature

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The Fox Now Excused By Death

1 The Fox was once visited by Death, Strangely not there to steal his last breath. The Ghostly spirit just said softly now, "A choice you'll make concerning how..." "How exactly?" Asked the curious Fox, But all that came was the click of the box. ~Grim 2 The Fox now excused by Death Looked to old bland walls "Once I wandered exotic lanes Listening to sirens imagined Foreseeing the descending horizon Sign by sign Go back Turn away DANGER! Entranced in that malevolent song Losing self and time Upon that last step I realized I had gone to far The lands around a lifeless barren Before me sang that charming siren Who simply

She Wanes... by fandango-grim, literature

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She Wanes...

Twice she turns and dances the day, But never stops for one man's say. To you your moment can be found, Among the ruin you find around. To stop forever would quicken the pace, Of a goal found worthless in this race. Take a pit stop though, from time to time, Before your actions become a crime. Join hands and watch her frolic in glee, For you joined her once more so she can be happy.

Envoking the BSoD by fandango-grim, literature

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An Ode to an iPod by fandango-grim, literature

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An Ode to an iPod

Oh, This darn writer's block. by fandango-grim, literature

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Oh, This darn writer's block.

Of blankest paper and most befuddled mind, Here I write of words that rhyme. Scenery that stands against Father Time, Take the clock and cease the chime. Blowing leaves around our feet, Bring them up for us to meet. A sheep of snow with a melodious bleat, Melts for a mid-summer's heat. A speck of mind is a fallible crime, When words that are writ, intertwine. You wouldn't believe a writer's hell, How many coins we've offered a well. Of deepest soul and sharpest neglect, We aren't the ones that we respect. Forget the dawn of days that come, We are but instruments to come undone.

I'm Not Worth It by fandango-grim, literature

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I'm Not Worth It

Break the faceless sounds, That come from all around. They destroy while they toy, With me, they annoy me. I'm hopeless and emotionless, Yet I can cry and die. I'm human and empty, within me, It's useless to protest or forget and be upset. I'm not good enough to put up the fight, I'm not good enough to be right. We forget that I can be just human, That everything passes right through them. They're the faces of entire races, Coming before them he paces. It's not a full-on report of ultimates, Because they don't care what I feel... To hell with me.

A Monkey with Toys by fandango-grim, literature

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A Monkey with Toys

It's impossible to say the discerning thing, When it's impossible to describe anything. Without that single argument, We have naught a shield for our lament. There is such a time and place, Where we just have to look at our race. What seperates us from them... What makes them apes, and us, men. Our lovely achievement is technology, How we've nearly intergrated in our biology. To adapt and change our environment radically, We are but the cause of probability. We also stand with our backs so straight, Though we've become so fearsome and irate. We are not monkeys, but men... What truly makes us different from them? We are not so

Built Upon This Land by fandango-grim, literature

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Ah, to be Young by fandango-grim, literature

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Ah, to be Young

I've heard the rivers speak, you know? Babbling in the brooks they flow, Like lazy children on a Sunday afternoon, Years of their life would pass by soon. Dreams of plastic toys and sidewalk chalk, Would become, too soon, just simple talk. There would be no remedy, To return to the child's world just to see. But you remember your bed in the middle of the night, How the sheets could protect you from fright. When the branches scraped on glass, But you knew when morning came, it would pass. I remember my childhood, full of adventure, I remember the happiness that I tried to capture. Now it seems like another blessed memory, And if

Of Regrets and Sorrows by fandango-grim, literature

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Of Regrets and Sorrows

There's a reason why regret is strong, The way your heart feels when you've wronged. It's a pulse, a pang, and a pain in you, The walls around it are broken through. You'll never believe what guilt can do, Until injustice is caused by you. It's unfortunate, powerful, and deadly, And it's evil resonates steadily. Never give in to insincerity, For it's not a crime too petty. You'll be plagued within your heart, From the beginning of the deed to start. I've done my share of evils though, Forgiveness I've asked and repentence I know. They were better, and blessed me so, I hope I can be better next time though.

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A Monkey with Toys by fandango-grim, literature

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July 22, 1987
United States
Deviant for 17 years
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Current Residence: A house...?
Favourite genre of music: Rock | Pop | J-Rock | J-Pop | Jazz
Favourite photographer: My Father
Favourite style of art: Graffitti, Comic-book, Digital
Operating System: Windows Home XP
MP3 player of choice: Yo-mama
Shell of choice: Hermit?
Wallpaper of choice: Piano
Skin of choice: ...Preferably on my body.
Favourite cartoon character: Osmosis Jones
Personal Quote: "Death is a sleep where we dream forever..."

Favourite Visual Artist

tephroliah, nyanko-chan, anasthemasremedy, dixey, hoon, heise, wen-m, the_z, sven_da_man, Lord-Vilid

Favourite Movies

Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Asian Kung-Fu Generation, Gackt, Danny Elfman, Phil Collins, The Pillows, Cold and Breaking Benjamin

Favourite Writers

Robert Frost, Edgar Alan Poe

Favourite Games

Grim Fandango, Curse of Monkey Island Series

Favourite Gaming Platform

PC -- Playstasion

Tools of the Trade

Pencil.... paper... or computer. Yeah.

Other Interests

Chicks... Comics... Chicks... Poetry... Chicks... Chicks...

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fandango-grim

Jan 23, 2009

Update 09'

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Two years of silence since 2007. I've been soul-searching, soul-slacking, and soul-building. Trust me, none of that is easy.. especially doing all three at once! I've searched for a place in the Puget Sound Naval Shipyard here where I live. Trying to get in there is supposed to be easy! And that's what everyone kept saying. But I found out that it was a lie. My friend got in and I didn't, although I did back up his security clearance. From then on, I kind of hid in my man-cave. For those of you whom don't know what a man-cave is, it's a space to which a penis will run to for safety during times of weakness or cowardice. This is also a physi

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fandango-grim

Aug 25, 2007

Backstreet Jukebox and Gradgiation!

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I haven't posted in a long, long while and I feel the necessity to, without the added inticement provided by my friend, !Lord-Vilid (https://www.deviantart.com/lord-vilid). Anyhow, I finally got confirmation from the school that I've graduated and that I have to wait for a phone call from some lady that my diploma is ready to be picked up. <3 And now for the part that includes me being tagged. The rules: 1. Post these rules 2. Each person tagged must post 8 random (hopefully interesting) facts about themselves 3. Tags should write a journal of these facts 4. At the end of the post 8 more bloggers are tagged and named 5. Go to their page and leave a comment telling t

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Jul 20, 2007

Chlorine is the devil!

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1. Pick one of your characters. 2. List 50 facts about the character. 3. If you can think of 50 or more random facts about your character then that proves you know them well. 4. Tag a/some friends or another character. If you cant get to 50 do as many as you can. Aziz Mahammad Shukiir 1. He is 5'6" 2. He has blue eyes, but is blind 3. Though he's never told anyone. 4. He is the 1st born son of Ganeel and Ishtar Shukiir 5. His mother only permitted Ganeel one son, and only one. 6. Aziz was born into a very poor family. 7. While kids stole cars, Aziz stole computers 8. He's a super-genius hacker with 3,000 Corporate Level AI's at