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Nothing much said of the forbidden treasure,
Seduce bad words from bad poets,
Corrupting their natures,
A better artist than the fools,
Who talk of realist virutes,
While the lies that float round do their jobs for them,

A perfect day, a blazing sun,
They catch it before it is gone,
For what? A little recognition,
Nothing more than mad tradition,
Forsake the beauty of disinterest,
For contemporary vibes,
Words of autofellatio,
As they sit back on the ride,
And never remember what they thought up,
That was better than reality,
A dream behind their lives,
It was the other way for me,
Because life is rather drab,
And I’d like that stay obscured,
Because the falsest flattery,
Is often quite more than assured,
Of the sincerest lies that turn real,
Easiest to swallow down,
It’s not worth the analyzing,
To go telling the truth round,
Some circles of no ill repute,
Who shall speak of it with contempt,
While they see pearls in the ocean,
And diamonds in the sunset,
How boring can the truth become,
Lost in all the lies,
Of how beautiful it is,
Or how some people may try,
To give it love beyond its worth,
Worth beyond their eyes

The mind’s work is cut down,
When all you have to do is look,
See something and draw it,
Well, I could’ve seen it too,
And now some more trash has been passed off,
As some beautiful design,
I could walk outside right now,
And find just what you plagiarized,
Aw, how dreary it becomes,
When art just mirrors life,
Is there no escape from it,
It just seems to be rife,
With all the tracings of this world,
Ignoring all the rest,
Forget what you see with your two eyes,
Your mind can see it best,
But there’s just too high a price,
On reality these days,
Why do we pay for something,
That we suffer everyday,
I’ll jump into some other world,
Away from all the fakes,
And lie my way through art,
For my art’s own sake,
When I come back to the real world,
It won’t look quite the same,
But it’ll always be revolving round some unimportant wave,
Of self-important misled fools,
Whose genius has been lies,
Based on the most ugly ones,
On this dullest day to die
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you're a talented person with a good vocabulary id like to do some work with you i could see it being intresting id like to know what you think about when you're writing
i have not been writing long but i feel i ve got some good ****ing foundations to work off
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Quote by dillyboy
you're a talented person with a good vocabulary id like to do some work with you i could see it being intresting id like to know what you think about when you're writing
i have not been writing long but i feel i ve got some good ****ing foundations to work off

Eh, I generally get my inspirations from literature and writing. This piece was inspired by a critical dialogue by Oscar Wilde entitled The Decay Of Lying. The top link in my sig was influenced by a Jack Kerouac novel called Desolation Angels.
Other than literature, I usually just draw inspiration from the outside world and the people in it.
Anyway, yeah, pm me if you're serious about working or anything.
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