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About Me Member Procrastinator Didier NuleauxMale/Canada

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Perfect. So perfect they’re ugly They’ll never know ridicule They’ll never be exposed to life Because they’re perfect Immune to the real world Immune to the pain We imperfections We blemishes feel that pain They step over us like dirt Like we’re not worth their time Seeing only what they want to see They don’t see what we see We see what is truly there We are real We are the only things Molded of reality And though reality is Harsh and painful It keeps us sane We are ugly So ugly we’r

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Going NowhereKyo ran his fingers along the row of dusty books. He breathed in the stale aroma of hundred year old paper and ink. He loved it. He loved everything about books. They had been his best friends for the last 14 years. Ever since he was little, he’d been somewhat of an loner. Both of his parents had died in a car accident when he was 5, and had lived with his uncle ever since. His uncle was nice enough, mostly kept to himself, when he wasn’t drinking. As far as his uncle was concerned, Kyo was a useless screw up for dropping out of high school, and took the time to remind him of this by beating him unconsc Going Nowhere
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Telephone CordsI don’t regret how I told All your silent truthful lies I won’t try to take back How ridiculously hard I’ve tried To break this thread Tightly tied around my finger Reminding me of every breath Wasted on these stupid Pointless blueprints For this box of forgotten Telephone cords Connecting everyone Worth your time to One single cell of hope And I’d bet you didn’t know That the only person connected To those telephone cords Is you So take a moment here Dig through your brain Find that unnecessarily la Telephone Cords
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UntitledI can’t breathe this air It’s full of oxygen Get me some gasoline Or I might not make it And I know you don’t care But I’ve got way too much pride To fake it And I know you think That I’m talking in metaphors But I need you to take this Completely literally All I’ve seen so far Is slamming doors And every time That I see a new face I start coughing up blood And pleading I hope it’s just a phase But the real question That’s on my mind is Will I ever get home? Because frankly I hav Untitled
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_{Hurm...my name is Didier Nuleaux. Both my parents come from Quebec, but I was born in British Columbia, and I still live there to this day. I am a homosexual, and I would prefer that any homophobic remarks remain unsaid. I love writing poetry (though I'm still not very good at it) drawing, and painting. Constructive criticism is always welcome.}

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Current Residence: Neverland
Interests: Drawing and music
Favourite movie: The Secret Garden...don't laugh
Favourite band or musician: Sufjan Stevens, The Cure, Bright Eyes, Radiohead, Beirut, Talking Heads, Gorillaz, Vampire Weekend
Favourite genre of music: Almost all
Favourite artist: Mike Mignola
Favourite poet or writer: Leonard Cohen
Favourite photographer: My brother
MP3 player of choice: I use tapes :l
Favourite game: SCRABBLE :)
Favourite cartoon character: That clown from Betty Boop...fuck I forgot his name
Personal Quote: Was that a flying cat? Nope just a seagull.
Tools of the Trade: Graphite pencil, pencil crayons, watercolors, acrylics, ink