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Teacher, WHC Education Officer, Obsessed with Drifters, Overenthusiastic for pretty much anything. | Teacher, WHC Education Officer, Obsessed with Drifters, Overenthusiastic for pretty much anything. | ||
| − | If you have any ideas, or just want to have a chitcat about EVE-related stuff, shoot me a DM! | + | If you have any ideas, or just want to have a chitcat about EVE-related stuff, shoot me a DM! |
| − | + | It's more likely you'll find me on the WHC Slack, though. | |
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| − | + | Also known as "RaelZero" in pretty much all other online media. | |
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| + | ''When the little one came<br />'' | ||
| + | ''A hole was blown open<br />'' | ||
| + | ''A partial surrendering in the midst of knowing<br />'' | ||
| + | ''And for an instance the constant heart shed its own tears <br />'' | ||
| + | ''Wave upon wave carried me over<br />'' | ||
| + | ''Beyond the peripheries of hope and fear<br />'' | ||
| + | ''Deadening the voice of relentless biography <br />'' | ||
| + | ''I stood at the center and danced at the extremities<br />'' | ||
| + | ''Mapping the city as subtle as silence<br />'' | ||
| + | ''Then on, outwards, into the darkness<br />'' | ||
| + | ''When the crazy one came<br />'' | ||
| + | ''She placed her finger on my forehead<br />'' | ||
| + | ''And pushed on through<br />'' | ||
| + | ''I woke up, face on fire<br />'' | ||
| + | ''Spitting out diamonds<br />'' | ||
| + | ''Thoroughly lost to logic<br />'' | ||
| + | ''Craving her madness'' | ||
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| + | -D. Sylvian | ||
Revision as of 11:32, 25 January 2017
Teacher, WHC Education Officer, Obsessed with Drifters, Overenthusiastic for pretty much anything. If you have any ideas, or just want to have a chitcat about EVE-related stuff, shoot me a DM!
It's more likely you'll find me on the WHC Slack, though.
Also known as "RaelZero" in pretty much all other online media.
When the little one came
A hole was blown open
A partial surrendering in the midst of knowing
And for an instance the constant heart shed its own tears
Wave upon wave carried me over
Beyond the peripheries of hope and fear
Deadening the voice of relentless biography
I stood at the center and danced at the extremities
Mapping the city as subtle as silence
Then on, outwards, into the darkness
When the crazy one came
She placed her finger on my forehead
And pushed on through
I woke up, face on fire
Spitting out diamonds
Thoroughly lost to logic
Craving her madness
-D. Sylvian
