Category Archives: Deranged Art

After my last post I think everyone deserves an overly happy goat!

Posted on August 20, 2014 by
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Moral Calculus

Posted on November 5, 2013 by

It is funny that people respond more to the rehashed photos and sayings that I include rather than what I am actually saying. This happens here as well as in reality. What is really funny about the whole thing is … Continue reading →

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Ever wonder why there’s sympathy for the Devil

Posted on July 17, 2013 by

I don’t own Lucifer nor would I really ever want to… Angel, Morning Star, Prince of Darkness and all. Lucifer sat staring out over the windswept rock. It was a time of peace for him even after he’d fallen. Breaking … Continue reading →

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I Can Feel It

Posted on July 13, 2013 by

It has been a long time since I ran and came back. I thought I was done running and that the part of me that longs for solitude and anonymity was barricaded off along with the part of me that … Continue reading →

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Strange sexual desires

Posted on June 25, 2013 by

I am redlining this for a reason. To all of my friends and family that may or may not be reading if you don’t like really strange and you don’t want to know things about me that are otherwise kept … Continue reading →

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Roses, Thorns, and the Dark

Posted on June 7, 2013 by

I don’t remember coming here inside myself, wait, actually I do remember. I don’t want to remember but I do and I know why. I don’t worry about the strangeness of the thoughts in my head as I run my … Continue reading →

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Frustration

Posted on June 1, 2013 by

I am not sure if everyone is like this or if it is only me but I don’t deal with frustration very well. Allow me to rephrase – I don’t deal with frustration at all, waiting makes me feel as … Continue reading →

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What is Known

Posted on May 1, 2013 by

I know that love is hate twisted around to suit a purpose. If one thing my current circumstance has taught me it is that it is better to die fast and young than it is to live. Now I know … Continue reading →

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Is there anyone

Posted on April 6, 2013 by

I don’t understand why my mind does what it does or comes up with what it sees. Some are brilliant inventions and I know exactly how they work and some are dark and twisted things that kill when you look … Continue reading →

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On the Edge

Posted on March 18, 2013 by

As I curl in my living prison watching the leaves that shielded me all day I realize that it is happening again. The reason why I live my life in this desolate land of twisted images and all things sharp … Continue reading →

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