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| Leftwing Commie or Rightwing Nutjob? | Whatever path deviates from both the right and left, yet is not straight. |
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| Carrier of flower or carrier of seeds? | The beauty of the cycle is understood when the flower and the seed are seen unified. I would not seperate them. |
| Ancient as the bedrock or just starting to rock? | There is no beginning to the life of the soul. |
| What's your sign cutie? | |
| Why a Dark Poet and not a Sunshine Scribbler? | My world is shattered and torn, destroyed by the ravages of the purest anger. The sun blinds and burns while the darkness beckons with sweet relief. |
| Who really messed up your life? | I've destroyed myself, over and over again. |
| Favorite smell or stinks like hell? | |
| Beginning writer or lifer? | My soul finds expression in the written word. Each piece scattered speaks its own unique tale. |
| Does blood allure you or does it disturb you? | I bleed for what I see, my tears a dark crimson. I spit blood drawn with the razor in my mouth. My angst draws blood from my skin. My entire live is paved red. |
| There is no God, or God is you, or God will probably smite you for suggesting otherwise? | I am the vengeful God of my world, shattering the only transgressor dwelling there. |
| My heroes are: | |
| You should know this about me: | I am dark, twisted and broken. I am possessed by a controlled fury. I cannot be mended, only understood. |
| What's your Myers-Briggs Personality Type? |
