extinguishhate

No one wants to play with me.

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Hell's Kitchen by extinguishhate, literature

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Hell's Kitchen

No longer torture, Can't feel the pain, This kitchen of hell, Driving me insane. Can't handle the Hunger The depression, The death. Religion the answer? Another child's last breath. The hard-working life of an immigrant, But no money to spend. My culture, My heritage, My beliefs, Could this be the end? With the stench of failure I must push on. For my children, My Friends, Life will go on. And the path will get rough, Many forks in the road. Hell's kitchen will never win, For that I thank god.

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My Pain by extinguishhate, literature

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My Pain

As the blade touched my trembling skin I felt a sudden urge of happiness. A happiness that I can no longer describe. With every inch that the steel sunk into my neck, I was grateful that finally, Lord, finally I get to feel physical pain like i do emotionally. The blood dripped on the bathroom floor making a sweet sound of pain and reassurance. (if you didn't, please read the description)

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The Nature of Numbness. by modernlove, literature

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The Nature of Numbness.

Morning starts with a cry of grief, a peice of toast, warm tea, and a smack upside your undeserving head Don't turn it on, don't listen in, the news is known, and your husband's hand against your skin says "Don't look now honey, our light is dead." "I'm sorry to tell you she's gone for good, nope no chance of life dear, sit down here. You can see her for the last time soon." In your panic you can't remember her face, but the man in the corner has her eyes, and the woman with the coffee holds exactly how she held her spoon. Suddenly it's time and your toast starts to rise, you knew she'd be famous, "She had that famous fa

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Water Under the Bridge by extinguishhate, visual art

Water Under the Bridge

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United States
Deviant for 18 years
He / Him

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Current Residence: River Falls
Favourite genre of music: ska, punk, folk, and some rap
Favourite photographer: Jessica Nelson
Shell of choice: conch
Favourite cartoon character: Peter Pan
Personal Quote: You bet your sweet bippy.

Favourite Movies

Shawshank Redemption + most comedies

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Sublime

Favourite Writers

Favourite Games

Candyland-not kidding I love that

Favourite Gaming Platform

x-box, n64, or super nintendo

Tools of the Trade

camera

Other Interests

Music, Sports, and reading

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extinguishhate

Sep 14, 2006

yeah

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my camera has been stolen, so i won't be doing anything for a while until i buy a new one since i cannot draw or paint.  yeah

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extinguishhate

Jul 28, 2006

after kyle's

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a submission to your senses tired of seeing nothing but the shadow on the wall so straight down like smooth raindrops we find ourselves in the faucet, falling onto the looking glass, and so laid amoungst the nelumbo buds i came to realize that i was nameless here for evermore. so after a long night of hanging with kyle, i wrote this in a notebook i have.  i don't remember writing this, but i believe the last line is from edgar allen poe,  and a nelumbo is a type of lilly pad, i didn't even know i knew that...i had to look it up after reading it in my notebook.  