Lies, Fear, Facade, Grief, I won't be so weak to fall for such negativities, a trickster who doesn't know lonelliness.




A fun loving guy pretty much looking for interesting people. My view on
beauty is there are no ugly people there are just people that are either boring or swallow, or as most cases go they are a combo package of both :)

Up for anything i consider myself quite a social animal so if you have anythin to talk about just give me a ring :P But please write in at least passable english right? Just put some effort in to it.

The low sky looks like it's about to cry
I spit a low mixture of saliva and agitation on the sidewalk
I cower at the thought of tomorrow,
Worrying that everything might fall apart.
In my heart, I know that looking ahead
To the day after tomorrow won't give me a single answer.

Tomorrow is like an empty canvas that extends endlessly;
What should I sketch on it?
Reality begins to stain the canvas black;

The prophecy of bronze:
Whispers in the ears of hounds - a thousand thousand dragon hounds bay the hunt... How the mighty be dragged bloody and furious from their thrones? Darkness cloaks the hound and keeper of the kennel watches beneath five blooded stars. Weep for the hounds that must put down the mad, and catch up the mad to never taint the world again. Hounds are ill suited to sit on thrones but in so doing the estate is preserved

The prophecy of gold:
Three hundred golden swords, raised above the heads of men. Cautious star-etched hands must touch the swords, must hold them, must wield them. One slip, and the blades shall cut away those hands, and loose carnage and war – the ringing of the blades against blades shatters the palace of glass. Wielded deftly the blades of gold uphold the palace of glass forevermore.

The prophecy of darkness:
Woe! Woe to humankind, and to all heaven and Earth. Poison drips from a blinded sun and its pestilence taints all things. The wells of the world are made vile, and poison creeps into all things living and dead, until they are rotten within. Even the stars drop from the pestilent firmament, cutting a burning swathe through a venom clouded sky.