UnfamiliarHow does the "journal" play into my account here at deviant art?
Do I simply write here what I would usually write in a personal journal?
Who reads this?
Why would they read this?
ProgressionMental Vomit No. 3 Progression March 2, 2005Progression
I awoke to the prattling of the anchorman this morning around an early six twenty. I searched the bottom of the screen for the cycling tag of delays and was severely disappointed to see only its absence. My head fell back to the soft pillow that I have become so fond of, and I rested for a few more minutes before turning the T.V off all together. A moment later grand, orchestral music trickled into my ears, and I awoke for the second time this morning. I bitterly rose from my covers and donned the clothes that I would wear for the next fifteen hours, and within
The Silence of DeathIn a wink, Death strikes, and the deafening thud of the blow signals a Silence.The Silence of Death
No ordinary silence, but an all-encompassing Silence, where in which Noise of all sorts
Ceases.
Here, in the solemn chambers of Death's wake, there exists genuine
Peace.
A peace surpassed only by that Peace found in the oblivion of Death itself.
No Turmoil. No Noise.
Only the well of ultimate Silence within which to submerge, effectively cleansing the Mind of all Turbulence.
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Imperfect pancake
I appreciate the warm, swift welcome.
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