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The very essence of literature is the war between emotion and intellect, between life and death. When literature becomes too intellectual - when it begins to ignore the passions, the emotions - it becomes sterile, silly, and actually without substance.
I am a poet..a writer of a sort. I like remaining in the shadows, watching and learning, as the other waste their time watching ducks. It's a wonderful thing, life. Something you can't place your expectations on. Something that will always catch you by surprise....
I am who I am and not who other define me as. I am not one of the mundane but one of the extraordinary. When others call me insane I relish it. I am insane and quite proud of it.
I crave the rush..the thrill of the unknown. A touch of darkness...a kiss. Nothing. All gone.
I am the unknown, the part of darkness that many do not wish to seek but the ones that do.. come and find either a loyal friend or a deadly foe.
Leave your drama at the doorway of my thresh hold or you may not live to regret it. Blood? It's my favorite drink and I think I would enjoy sucking the life out of you. Please refrain from annoying the crap out of me.
Welcome to my heart and my soul. Will you search deeper? Do not hesitate to drop me a letter. I enjoy a friendly banter and a decent conversationalist.
If you think you can handle it... enter the circles of Abaddon and step into the eighth circle where I reside. If you decide not to, I bid you farewell.
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