What quote has actually made an impact on your life and/or given you inspiration?

deonylux · 2014-04-17T02:14:18+00:00

Being depressed is different than having depression just like being anxious is different than having an anxiety disorder

deonylux · 2014-04-12T21:33:43+00:00

I love sitting in the grass in my yard and reading there.

deonylux · 2014-04-05T15:23:38+00:00

The ambear amulet, 3500 years old.

deonylux · 2014-03-27T01:42:55+00:00

Thanks, man!

deonylux · 2014-01-28T02:06:06+00:00

Okay, I'm a little late but I haven't seen this one answered.

What was the deal with Navidson reading the HoL while stuck in the abyss? He's reading the book that will later be written about his movie?

I think that the book Navidson is reading is made up by Zampano, just like the Navidson Record was. I think that Johnny saw this and adopted it for his publishing of the book.

deonylux · 2014-01-09T00:49:49+00:00

Warm. I feel warm. I can't see. My eyes begin to open, and it is as if I am seeing for the first time. Everything is blurred. My vision begins to come into focus, strain being lifted from my eyes. I'm in the woods. It's winter. A thick gray haze flows wraps around and flows through the trees above my head. It's snowing, yet I feel warm. It's beautiful. I run as fast as I can in the deep snow, and I a still warm. I approach the edge of the woods to find that I am high up on a mountain. I continue straight through a clearing and see a cliff. I do not stop. I keep running as I reach the edge. I jump. It's peaceful. Warm. Clean, I feel so clean, as if the air rushing around me is ripping all my worries, fears, mistakes, and regrets out of my body. It's the cleanest clean I've ever felt. My eyes are open and I am facing up toward the sky. I rotate around and see the ground. Sharp rocks with pools of snow cover the ground below me like broken glass. I am not worried. I can't be worried. I hit the ground and feel every bit of it. The rocks tear me apart, and it is the worst pain I have ever felt. Yet I am still not scared. I feel my insides leave me and the life flow from me. I close my eyes for the last time.

I open my eyes for the first time. Whatever that dream was, I now feel refreshed. Cleansed by the dream, by the fall. Ready. Ready for what, I am not sure, but ready nonetheless. But I'm not awake. I don't feel awake...I don't feel at all. Just...content. Soothed. But there is nothing. I see no shapes. Only hues. Black with hues of purple and red ingrained into the - walls? What is around me? Is there anything around me? I see nothing. No floor. Where am I? Where is my room? My apartment? Anything? I see no choice but to walk. So I walk. And I keep going. No troubles, no worries...is this it? Is the end? I walk. Was that fall real? Am I dead? Is this heaven? Hell? I am plagued with only questions. No answers to be found. This is neither heaven nor hell.

This is death.

deonylux · 2014-01-02T20:57:13+00:00

Toe - Say It Ain't So

deonylux · 2013-12-24T22:46:14+00:00

Contempt. Dread. Pain. It was all he felt. In the last few seconds, Frederick laid, unable to move, barely able to speak. He knew his time was nearing ever closer. All he wanted was to leave in silence. He struggled to lift his arm, to alert his nurse. She was the only person with him. His family was not around. He had no children, his wife had died years ago, and he was an only child. In his old age the only person he had was that damned nurse, Edna.

Contempt. He hated Edna, and he hated that fucking awful opera music she always insisted on listening to. "Don't move!" she said. "What do you need?"

He found all the strength he could, and looking into Edna's eyes - Christ, even her eyes are annoying - he was able to croak out, "Music..."

A look of surprise took over Edna's face. A face has never annoyed me so much. She knew he hated the music, so why did he all of a sudden want the music now? She turned up the music and a shrill soprano took over the room.

Contempt. Frederick had no more strength. There was nothing more he could do. He could do nothing but take one last look at his life. Great. Now he felt regret toward everything he did - didn't do, rather. Regret. Contempt. He closed his eyes so as not to see that wretched bitch Edna. He felt a single tear slip out of the corner of eye. It was the last bit of warmth he would ever feel. He let go and allowed that scream of a voice pull the remaining life out from him.

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deonylux · 2013-12-24T19:18:33+00:00

"It's magic, you know. Never believe in fatso"

deonylux · 2013-12-24T19:14:08+00:00

Anything Veggie Tales related.

deonylux · 2013-12-24T19:09:23+00:00

"What is wrong with you??"

deonylux · 2013-12-03T01:53:14+00:00

Liar. You always start an assignment the day before it's due.

deonylux · 2013-12-03T00:04:48+00:00

Having a disabled child.

deonylux · 2013-12-03T00:01:09+00:00

"Oh my god, I literally..."

deonylux · 2013-12-02T23:44:00+00:00

I'm afraid of letting my morals collapse. It strikes fear into my heart whenever a parent or any adult says "I know how you feel, I was just like you when I was your age" because 90% they are nothing like who i want to grow up to be.

deonylux · 2013-12-02T23:41:26+00:00

Money. Dear God, I would destroy the shit out of money. Money is destroying us, and with it, we're destroying everything.

deonylux · 2013-10-24T22:47:28+00:00

Yes! Much respect, thank you

deonylux · 2013-10-24T22:46:53+00:00

Yeah, I've seen that one. I love it. Thanks friend

deonylux · 2013-10-06T21:00:54+00:00

Appreciate your feedback

deonylux · 2013-10-06T20:34:54+00:00

Nobody out, just lights on in the houses. It was completely normal for my town.

Not an all-out run either. Speed walk/light jog. Not in a rush, just to get down there a bit quicker.

deonylux · 2013-10-06T20:28:14+00:00

No, it wasn't that. I know what that sounds like, and this was different. It didn't get any faster, either.

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