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Transcendent

Member Since 2009-01-18 -:- Recomendations : 0

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    I had a nightmare not too long ago. Throughout the nightmare, I couldn't wake up. If I think about it, I'm not too sure if it just wasn't a really weird dream. I dreamt I was almost thrown into a holocaust; I almost died of ebola; I was almost raped; I was almost shot; I saw death and suicide all around me, and I stepped back, and I came out of a movie. The whole time I was haunted by something I could only describe as a thing you could find in an elusive Japanese horror movie. It would be on the edge of my periphery of vision with its long tongue and bulbous eyes and gurgling voice. My thoughts influence my writing and art, and whenever I don't procrastinate with it, it flows from me. I like nuclear physics and chemistry, and tea. I don't like being cold, but I am all the time. I am in love with a person who I will always love until I have no strength to go on. And even more beyond that. To be weirdly precise about myself, people in real life hardly know anything about me. My few closest friends can hardly say anything they would know more about me than the average person I talk to. But I find it easier to talk about myself at the beginnings, ends, and woven textures through my writing. --- Analysis of the following finished and unfinished stories: Self-Induced… My sad attempt of hopeless and tragic romance. I’m obsessed with ghosts, and forever and still, am I haunted by something you can only compare to L and Teru in the story. Once I was writing, out came my morbid tendencies and suppressed wrath. How Freudian… This is meant to be whatever the reader interprets. L could be alive; Teru could be going mad; L is a ghost; it’s a precognitive fantasy of L’s; or it could be a strange dream of Near’s. Whatever you like the most. Armageddon in Heaven The title was actually half-assed and stamped on last moment. Whenever I do some things, like artwork, stories, or music videos, I sometimes can never think of a fitting title after I’m through with it. But I just decided on this. It’s just a strange quick fic of suppressed odium and lust from asceticism. I didn’t think Teru would throttle Near like that again. Strange that that happened… He Was Never A Bottom A BB/L frame story. It's a little on the disturbing side, but that's always fine, right? I wrote in about... a day. But it turned out funny enough. Too bad Mikami didn't have any room to fit in there. Before you make a comment, I’m just going to say that I don’t like putting stories that are unfinished on websites. It makes me feel rushed and nervous, and I’d prefer a review that says, “I like it!” other than, “Hurry up and finish you fuck!”. Seriously. Also, I understand the hatred you suddenly feel for the author when they leave a cliffhanger and they’re not done with the story. In case anyone ever likes my work, I wouldn’t want to do that to them. Only God May Judge Me (in progress) This is the story that I hope will put me in a well-known place in DN fiction history. It’ll be multiple chapters *gasp!*, and actually, not too OOC (I hope). I’m not going to talk about it anymore, because then I’d ruin it and probably never finish it. I am however, about 120 pages into the story so far.
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