Have you ever had a dream, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.

You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.

I offer only the truth, nothing more.

Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill

spyed, nobody has ever done this before.
I know. That's why it's going to work.



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The Angry Deviant



Random Deviant

thanks for the comment

Thanks for the comment! I really appreciate it.

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cheers for the comment mate, much appreciated

Thank you for your comments. Especially on my poem, infatuation.

I do know exactly what you mean. And even now...

I have to keep taking out that poem and reminding myself of the ending. But then again,we can't help but hope tho', can we? Or else, what are we really doing here?

Yep. Small world. 'Specially when you're owned in part my Jerry Falwell.

thanks for the comments

Thank you for the thoughful comment on When the Tide Goes Out. Leave it to a writer to pen eloquent words on an image.
Take care my friend.

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"There is good art, great art, and art that does not interest you. Bad art is the province of snobs" - Robt. Williams

thanks so much for your comment on my PoemBit Hand!

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thanks for great input! It's funny how the sky is so perfect, yet the eye(at least in my opinion) is always drawn first to woman and bird thanks again...

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