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Marc/David

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About Me

There was a cry for help But it was strangled on the way out. Choked by the very person it sought to betray.Born in the soul, raised in the heart, dying upon the very lips it sought to quench.The black bitter bile of darkness suffocating and salting the earth lest another attempt at reprieve be madeFace that mouthes words profane instead turn to words arcaneWe are protected by your might gracious goddess day and night thrice around the circle bound evil sink into the ground.Earth and wind Fire and Sea This is our will so mote it be.Peaceful Parting Blessed Be(C) Marc/David

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Chapter 1 – The TempleThe night devoured the city. It seeped into every pore and crack; it covered the entirety of the metropolis. It was a cloak whose fabric suffocated those residents still brave enough to wander after dark. This evil umbriance emanated from the least likely of sources. A Temple of God, located near the center of the city. Not just any temple, but The Temple of God. Ironic how the people’s hope for salvation had turn corrupt, becoming the instrument of their doom. Inside sat a lone individual, a priest, if you dare called him a priest. As quick to curse as to bless, he was more a shaman than a clergyman. Yet this drab little man of the cloth, with his small crescent glasses, held the key to both the deliverance and the destruction of the populous. A room lit by candelabra contained scattered instruments and artifice of the past eras. The causes of the holy wars, the utensils of the heathens, a medal of Caesar, the bones of saints; Holy Relics and Unholy Remnants meticulously placed upon a wooden table, waiting to be catalogued. Staring down upon this scene of holiness and blasphemy were two faces untouched by time for centuries; the magnum opus of some unnamed sculptor of old. They were alike yet utterly different. Born of the same stone and carved by the same hand, yet they were both endowed with the spiritual essence of their creator. The twins, as the priest lovingly referred to them, were stationed on opposite sides of The Great Altar….Work In Progress Copyright – Me - June 16, 2006

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My Blog

And from Enny I was it

Here is how you play: Once you have been tagged you have to write a blog with 10 random things about youself--facts, goals, habits.At the end, choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names and wh...
Posted by Marc/David on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 02:41:00 PST

He Dies

This monologue means alot to me.Some of the best contemporary writing to make it to main stream.----------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------When King Lear dies i...
Posted by Marc/David on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 10:19:00 PST

Friends Update

My Top FriendsTime yet again for the ''my top friends game''.Here are my top friends and a short spiel about them.They are not in any particular order, and recently it has been brought to my attention...
Posted by Marc/David on Thu, 12 Jul 2007 11:18:00 PST

My Life = Garbage

Shirley Manson Garbage, not literal Garbage..START BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE>Bands // Song TitlesChoose a band/or artist and answer only in song TITLES by that band::Garbage Are you female or male::Boys ...
Posted by Marc/David on Fri, 13 Apr 2007 10:45:00 PST

Suis Desole

Je veux aller a Fiesta Texas. Nous n'allons pas. C'est horrible. Pourquoi doit-ce être de cette façon ? Merde ! Vous personne mauvaise ! Vous voulez vous prouver.... mais vous démuni !Avec Amour,A bie...
Posted by Marc/David on Sat, 24 Mar 2007 10:45:00 PST

SPRING BREAK

Rawr! it was fun!Did stuff... wandered around.. all that jazz.^_^ Thanks to Manda and the peoples for a great night!Happy Birthday Again Franky! ...
Posted by Marc/David on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 10:07:00 PST

Kaka Productions Presents


Posted by Marc/David on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 11:45:00 PST

Snow Day

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Posted by Marc/David on Wed, 03 Jan 2007 11:17:00 PST

Why I should not be left alone with a camera phone....

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Posted by Marc/David on Tue, 19 Sep 2006 11:16:00 PST

A Ponderance on the Music of Life

Our spirits, our memories, our stories, are eternal. Though we as humans are but brief fleshy apparitions on this earth, our light, our internal flame, remains as a memorial to our existence. We are...
Posted by Marc/David on Thu, 07 Sep 2006 07:31:00 PST