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Name is Patrick. Previously known as Earthbound Misfit. Just doing simple stories, trying to reach out with writing; to reach the writer inside.
Unless tagged with 'not mine', everything else posted here is my original work.
Copyright 2010-13.
Original work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
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… for some may never amount to anything more than just grease to a wheel…
— - Anonymous
I tell you now the words of Red Moon: From the Great Spirit was born the Wolf and Man became its messenger. The Beast lives his life in silence, abiding where the blessing of the blood of the gods is bestowed upon him. The White Flower, after winning the favor of the lord of the night, will share her scent, preordained and eternal in countenance is of a lily white supple maiden. She distills and condenses all of time, until it becomes a precious frozen mass. Only then will appear the wretched beast.
— - Darcia
Humanity can evolve past its petty tendencies, and I will make it do so. My methods themselves will live and grow as humanity grows. Long after I am gone, my legacy will still shine brightly throughout the world and humanity will look upon its benevolent splendor and know the world is good.
— Diary of Xeust Lambert
August 13, 2029
August 13, 2029
Cavity search? My ass! Wait… you know what I mean!
— - Hunter Gathers
You see, according to Cocteau’s plan, I’m the enemy, ‘cause I like to think; I like to read. I’m into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I’m the kind of guy who likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder, “Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?” I WANT high cholesterol. I wanna eat bacon and butter and BUCKETS of cheese, okay? I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section. I want to run through the streets naked with green Jell-o all over my body reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal? I’ve SEEN the future. Do you know what it is? It’s a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing “I’m an Oscar Meyer Wiener”.
— - Edgar Friendly
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