

Looking throughHang a window on a brick wall and look through it. What does one see upon staring at this? What would you see? When you see a window, is it just a window, or is it something else? They say the eye is the doorway to the soul, but what of a window? WIth the right perspective, anything can be a doorway to anything else. A rock, for example, could be the doorway to a shining eutopia, or a diamond could be the gates of hell themselves, looming over humanity like a large kraken. Perspective, in my definition, is whatever someone really wants to see. Even if they don't know what they want consciously, they may still see it. Shadows creep across theLooking through


Methods.People often have random thoughts. Some jumble together, forming a sort of web. When one of these webs forms, it is all in the will, the will to keep the web perfect, keeping it nice and geometical, or to choose the latter of two options and let the web become tangled, thoughts weaving in and out of eachother, becoming something they are not while still containing a bit of their own essence. At times, one may think of this jumbled, combined way of thinking as a sort of passage way to inspiration. I happen to be one of them. Being that my thoughts are unable to remain by themselves, always wanted to.. hop the proverbial fence, one must know whMethods.


A Dragon's LoveFire lights up the hearts of many a passionate love in the night's embrace. One who seeks the truth of the universe often takes temporary refuge in the arms of another untill they have enough mental strength, enough strength in their heart, to actually begin seeking such secrets and knowledge. A dragon sits on a stone pile, a moonlit night.. castle in the background. This is a scene depicted and wrapped in vines throughout many a medieval story, that usually contains some sort of love interest. The dragon is weak, and dying, and it's last call summons someone either of their species or the opposite, but all in all, the dragon usually ends upA Dragon's Love
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"I've got plenty of nothing, and nothing's plenty for me." -Frank Sinatra
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this is my magiacal signature.
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*Bows and fades away into the ebony haze, a single red rose left in his place*
*Fade to black, curtain*
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this is my magiacal signature.
Too damn cute...
*starts taking pictures*
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this is my magiacal signature.
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*Bows and fades away into the ebony haze, a single red rose left in his place*
*Fade to black, curtain*
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this is my magiacal signature.
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*Bows and fades away into the ebony haze, a single red rose left in his place*
*Fade to black, curtain*
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this is my magiacal signature.
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