Creative Hell-FireThe ring stayed on the finger. This stained, two parties of America (U.S.A.), of the United State’s with varying degree’s of publicly & Democratic & Republican, Independent movement was then stuck in allowances.
To say “In God We Trust,” was as honest as the true pain that Mother Nature’s pig, could possible Hecate & de-marvel a moth & web speaking lunatic’s bleak & stark incline of grey into a bit of narrowness of a strand of spider flung from the rim of the Moon.
As always it is a good & grand desire that moves the cosmos & the Universe, when shallow water’s rise unbidden, & curdle that grim, damsel trimmed crust of an eternally dormant, domination of utter, intolerably ridden heart & deceased particle of a deserted Hell’s kitchen.
Perhaps those in America in bed with their bank account’s; down to the last cinder of a living bone, here & never to receive any providence outside of the belief that a Heaven sent saint, in the flesh s
Given To FitGiven To Fit
The longest point in freshest air to the single wait before a pace to be taken while standing, known to the quietest part of community before the “Tell” comes to take its place as the amplitude of single nothingness in contrast to deplorability remains’ to this day a ghastly distance to be laid out before the stray and opened life filled eyes and verse; thinly to veil substitution of constraint before the settling of quaint and open experience and expression denounced of void glimmers that would honor the lace and frame that tie glass and pane together, merely out of a quest and pursuit that a seed shiver’s it’s righteous cause and pretensive line of mortality gainly and eternally driven into invisibility as a shield that damn’s all weapons to dim and unexpected lair’s often harbor to the storms unbound to trace filament intuitive predernaturality , done in a crick and spoken click, jaw moving and tooth removed if but stunned
Preventing Disaster III The guy responsible for this whole irreversible mess, BLACK. His sadistic smile is vicarious of the twisted phycosynthetic constuction dressed in ink covered flesh. Seeing your dreams come true is a truly wonderful thing. Well...sometimes not. If your dreams consist of killings, suffering and pain of other people, it's better to die without fulfilling them. It's a perfect moment and as all perfect things in life, this one has to end as well. Blinking buttons and lame music. The elevator reached the top. 666th floor. His classy shoes step outside, making a really notable sound. His suit and tie are being attacked by the breeze on tp of the building. It's him. We refered to him as Dr.Tyler. The guy to solve all your problems, without even putting his mind to use. He notices him. Something could be done to change his fate. But instead he just accepts it and laughs it off. He pushes him off the edge. Gravity never seemed so omnipotent. He is here to take a piss on
Preventing Disaster IV All those lectures inside my head are going to waste 'cause i have noone to hear me. And when i do, they are not worthy enough to understand my significance. My ancient spirit should never leave me. It better get out of here now. I'm on my way to Hell. Hades was warned. Even my hopelessness is hopeless. Self-destructiveness at its finest. A black hole collapsing in on itself. Swallowing everything around it and then spitting newborn matter for something different to take its form. Trying too hard to not spit on your face. Grab the emotional Taliban by the neck and slash his throat. Then whistle to call my pitbull and command to fuck his wound furiously. Whatever your question is, my answer will be negative.
I'm convinced that someone's following me and is watching every one of my moves. We are just meat puppets draging ourselves through this lake of fire. I'm really risking my life with these walks. Being in dark alleys at midnight could get you in trou
Portals to the Unknown
Dead by entropic-mysteries
The gust of wind by Igor-Demidov The Web by EllipticalSpace ... by slownumbers
Flown Out by tholang Metronome by entropic-mysteries
Metabolism by Oblio16
Worm Hole by offermoord Hideous Heart by leothefox
The Vacuum Of Extrasensorial Desire by Bibire Humble 9 by Bernardumaine
Steamless by tholang
Quest for the Divine
Fading Glory by m-v-c
God Eat God by offermoord pop art 108 by Omkili Holy Bean by offermoord
Passion Play by DouglasHumphries
prodigy by Robert-Alan Lord of the flies by derkert
Divine Daughters by marthafriend
1315141920518 by justinaerni temple by offermoord
Marching by hrn surreal2 by Keirucha
Sewer of Dreams by offermoord Celestial Body by offermoord
Tonya by Jengabean Heads by xzwillingex Toni - side by Jengabean
Untitled by vnutrennosti Exquisite Corpse by kevin-roque
Dissect-the-Reality group just founded!Dear friends,
after some time of consideration, I have resolved to found a new group, which would be dedicated to surrealism (and dadaism, magic realism etc. too). Initially I wanted to name it simply "Surreality", but the name had already been used somehow, so I came up with the definitive name "Dissect the Reality" (the meaning of the name can be found between the lines of the group description). Here is the link to the group
I think I should explain why did I found a new surrealist group, even though there are already plenty of groups with the word "surreal" contained in their names here on deviantART. You may think my motives were simply of egocentric kind, but this time it is not the case The primary reason is my long-time frustration about the state of those (quazi-)surreal groups around here and (which is even more devastating) the dA-omnipresent misconceptio
Quest for the Divine
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