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gianpaolo panicucci


Last Updated: 12/3/2009

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Gender: Male
Status: Divorced
Age: 23
Sign: Virgo

City: Spiritland
State: House region
Country: PH
Signup Date: 3/14/2006

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Thursday, December 03, 2009 
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The wind is my sigh
Wailing
Echoing days gone by

My siren
She stands resolute
I am but a faun
With my fiddling flute

My nymph
She swims
In the river of time
 Underneath
Rhythm and rhyme

She sings
A mistletoe song
Sounding swishes
Sounding long
Passionate kisses
Of those nights
 We swerved madly
In twilight
Sadly

Wuthering heights
For king and pawn
Unrequited
For knight and faun
 Unrecited
 Amidst the throng
The tragedy
Of love unsung
Currently listening:
Californication
By Red Hot Chili Peppers
Release date: 1999-06-08
6:04 PM 
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Friday, November 13, 2009 

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Friday, September 18, 2009 
They say "Ours is first!"
That mine is third
In both folks thirst
For holy word

They say "We are ahead!"
Vampires
On slave blood I say
They have fed

Looking down at us
When they should look up
Propaganda
Politrick pups

Sneer at me
It is my lot
Vain efforts
They Make not
My tranquil heart hot

Comfort I take
In the thought
Tyrant bodies lie
In future spot
Lying broken
Taken to rot

A fitting end
For those that say
" We are better
In every way "

The last are fist
And the first are last
Earth's fabric
Dye is cast
8:42 AM 
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Thursday, May 14, 2009 
High Eye




=)






eagle circles
overhead
counting souls
of living dead
in blind obedience
the leader led
disaster flows
quickly spread

screeching wind blows
through silent street
feasting vultures
on carrion meat
flittering wings
break the dawn
perched songbird sings
sorrow's song

untrodden path
fugitives far
from the bloodbath
tread carefully
escaping wrath

human races
running thin
hiding places
seraphim
raising trumpets
to their lips
sharpened swords
on hanging hips
sounding judgement
sinking ships

multitude
chained to the rock
lashed with whips
swift as a hawk
lightest feather
the chosen
weather the storm
together
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Friday, April 24, 2009 
fly with me
in my magic taxi

there's no end


to all the beautiful things we'll see
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Monday, April 13, 2009 

Money where the mouth is
Must be fed
Blood flows in veins
Crimson red
Sudden flight
Black starry night
The path eludes
Twisting trunks
On treetop towers
Seeking shelter from
Acid showers

Ignorant rush
To the end
Down the pit
Around the bend
A fate mouth money
cannot mend

Stop a while
Stubborn child
Look amd see
Tragedy

Sit with me
Together
We will be



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Saturday, April 11, 2009 
i watched them come all day
try to buy their pain away
shuffling feet in mixing fashion
unknown
consequence of action
misfits march the street
in cold air they call heat
eastern passion topic season
no one ever knows the reason



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Saturday, December 20, 2008 

 the wind is cold
outnumbered by old
a misty morning
in a crisis
standing in line
the asking price is

blood and sweat
ears and tears
hands and feet
bright
bound hunger
tunnel light
covered
truth

feeds
the source
warms

a machine
of intricate splendor
without end

 magic love gift
life energy shift
setting sun
horizon



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Wednesday, October 01, 2008 
A sunken ship of dreams

Is raised by the almighty

Sailing to the lands of plenty

The hunters are prey

Black pressures unwelcome

Deflected

Light blinds their sight

That their eyes cannot see

Their ears cannot hear

Truth resonating from the mountaintops

Truth echoing in the valleys and seas


Hunters hunted down

Rulers put in stocks

Great walled kingdoms'

Banknotes burnt

Columns of smoke offered up

As man raised from his drunken slumber

Blesses truth with acts

Then shall it tumble down

Like Jack and Jill

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Monday, June 02, 2008 

Current mood:OTHER
Category: Art and Photography
and sometimes I thank god for fuzzy eyesight so I don't have to bear with their disgusting faces haunting my view of the landscape.

That's one of the reasons I consider myself lucky . I have optional fuzzy vision. Contact lenses are a wonderful thing that when you're sick of all the nasty faces you just pop 'm out and everyone becomes a faceless zombie again.

I'd go on and on but I gotta eat lunch.

woo !
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