

Winter.Winter.Winter.
The wind corrupts your thoughts,
turning wine to whine,
your breath freezes in the air;
thought clouds of bitter repression,
they transpire and immerse,
dissapearing back into your brain.
Frozen.
Empty footsteps leave no marks,
translucency shimmers underfoot, ice particles dance and wave but the only beauty in winter goes unnoticed, the only potential ignored, the only hope shattered. Suicide.
Whirling, flaking, falling. The eye of the storm stares at you. Unforgiving. Feeling the vertigo of a snow flake
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
mate, kenny ken and Det in bristol at the thekla, 21st Feb
woo
going to that, rar.
Not going to see craze and +1 any more tho cos LEIGH IS A GYPSY.
u heard me leigh
put some work up foo
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why dont you fs effing rookie numero unero
put some work up my arse
you're 'some work'
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