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Justin Goodwin
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How do you add to completion?What is a noble knight to do when his damsel doesn't need saving? Or the jester if his juggling, tricks and jokes aren't entertaining? The sage is in trouble; it seems all the wisdom he shares is already known. And how is a chef to prepare her a meal she's already made on her own?How do you add to completion?
How can a vocalist hope to compare with the sound of an Angels' song? How does a warrior fight for his love when she already stands just as strong? Not even the sun in its splendor could match her beauty and light; No artist could paint it on canvas, though he try with all of his might.
What sculptor with
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Ballad of the Faceless CowboyFaceless cowboy with an empty gun Has lost his hat in the hot desert sun It's a ten gallon hat, and it's nine gallons full (He poured out the last gallon to make room for his skull) It's laying a few feet away from the man But he can't tell his hat from a rock on the sand As noted, this gunslinger's missing his face So where should be his eyes, there's just blank, empty space So he sits on his horse and scratches his head Not realizing, you see, that his horse is quite dead The horse in itself was an interesting show It had only one leg upon which to go One leg, with oneBallad of the Faceless Cowboy
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She Holds Me in the BlackLights go out All alone No one there to help me up As I stumble and fall I cry out No one answers No one there Need help I want to get up But I can't find it It's too dark So I lay there Curled on the floor Tears fall, silent No one would hear them anyway Lay there Clutching at what I cannot see Wondering if it's even there Am I really there Is this even real Am I real It's so dark It's so quiet I am so alone I am alone... I am... I...She Holds Me in the Black
Then A touch Real and warm &n
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The way...your hair flips over your eye, and I can still see it. you reach for my hand, by resting yours on my knee. you smile and laugh at my lameness. the light falls across your face. your hand fits in mine. you look when you watch things. you run your fingers over mine. we always fall into perfect step together. your eyes glisten in the low light. you look as you close your eyes to kiss me. your skin feels on mine. you listen to me. you sound when you talk. you sound when you sing. you sound when you laugh. you sound when you sleep. you cup your face inThe way...
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- Current Residence: The Top Bunk
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: Adult Large
- Interests: LARPing, RPGs, Naps, Generally being awesome
- Favourite movie: Short Circuit
- Favourite band or musician: Beatdrop
- Favourite genre of music: Depends on my mood; mostly various assortments of Techno
- Favourite style of art: impressionism
- Operating System: XP Media center
- MP3 player of choice: Winamp
- Shell of choice: Conch
- Favourite game: Gabriel Knight: Sins of the Fathers
- Favourite gaming platform: DOS
- Favourite cartoon character: Michaelangelo
- Personal Quote: Life is too short not be be awesome.
- Tools of the Trade: My mind, My heart, My internal thesaurus
- Email: crimson.sweater@gmail.com
- AIM: justinjustinian
- MSN: crimson_sweater@yahoo.com
- Yahoo: crimson_sweater
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