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Open the minds eye to nothingness.
Close the flood gates of reality and perception.
All is nothing, in these hours of discontent.
Passing moments, the pages as a book of time, unviewable in straight lines of thought.
Time itself is lost in the page, and still, nothing remains.
- by Tehmafrath Uzumaki |
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- | Submitted on 08/26/2009 |
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- Title: No sleep for the wicked.
- Artist: Tehmafrath Uzumaki
- Description: 38 hours no sleep, and then whammo.
- Date: 08/26/2009
- Tags: sleep wicked
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Tehmafrath Uzumaki - 07/11/2010
- Spelling and grammar are two different things, but yeah . . . 38 hours of no sleep does that.
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- Mutandanstan - 09/05/2009
- You have a a couple grammar problems like 'minds eye' should be "mind's eye' because the eye belongs to the mind.
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