Ne0n0rangeGall0ws

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Family by Ne0n0rangeGall0ws, literature

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Family

Get back here. Don't avert your eyes away from me. You know that I saw you, so don't avoid me. Do you remember that one day when I was feeling really bad, mentally, not physically? My head had sunken into my feet and loneliness wrapped itself around me like a crowded room. You sat down next to me that day and started talking to me like we were friends. It was the nicest thing, and you didn't even know it! Well, I want you to take it back. We weren't friends then and we aren't friends now. Look at me. Pay attention to me. I saw you, so you owe me the time. I'm still open to a relationship with you, but we can't be friends. I want to be like

Sick Shorts by Ne0n0rangeGall0ws, literature

Justice by Ne0n0rangeGall0ws, literature

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Justice

She thought that everyone had hobbies. Her hobby was what she called “justice,” and it was apparent that she never understood what the word “justice” really meant… Janine moaned softly as drops of trenchant battery acid burned through her dark skin. The feeling of her skin blistering was painful and the smell of the small, burnt hairs on her arms was pungent, but she had to continue her procedure. She went on with more caution and poured bottles of acid into the large, metal barrel in front of her. Janine was completing the final steps of “justice,” the disposal of the body. This particular body was that o

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Performance at the April Inn by Ne0n0rangeGall0ws, literature

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Performance at the April Inn

Performance at the April Inn Cries and whimpers to screams each time the warm blood splatters across your body. From nipple to navel, thighs to toe nails. The hands grab with jagged spiked nails. Cuts into song, with dark colored notes. Deep red staccato. Gold largo and sapphire allegro, mix to make emerald green symphonies of desperate shrieks. There is no great climactic end for you. Your voice comes out in chalk dust, white oozing from blackboards. Notes become too quiet and I'm left here sitting next to your mangled body. Baton still in my hand, and the notes around my neck and wrists. Encouraging those hands to dance acro

Scream if You Like it by Ne0n0rangeGall0ws, literature

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Scream if You Like it

I awoke in a swimming pool full of blood. The air blew sharp and quick. The endless grass around the pool swayed haltingly and blackness covered the night sky like a blanket. Like a nice cut that bleeds and bleeds but never scars. So scream if you like this. Scream if I pick at it, if you want this. Like you screamed when you loved me. Tell me if you love me. Tell me to stop. Scream like you loved me because you think I don't know how to love. Teach me to feel it. Teach me to scream, to love it like you hate it so we can scream the same and scar.

the scarred man's revenge by Ne0n0rangeGall0ws, literature

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the scarred man's revenge

It was on grass. Dead brown grass, tinted by blood. Dead bodies of children in designer clothing were scattered across the field. Those who were still alive could smell the gasoline and fire. "This is what the dead can do," the man said. They couldn't escape, frozen in a disaster by fear and their own illness... Each glass held a single drop of death and was filled with tea. "One drop" he said, but the greedy children went for seconds. They only had to drink one drop to guarantee the man the pleasure of watching them all slowly die. Only minutes after the ingestion of the poison they felt sick, every one of them began to weaken. An evil

Humanities Teeth by Ne0n0rangeGall0ws, literature

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Humanities Teeth

Dark blue liquid turned red as screams shattered the silence. Those who were once in sweet oblivion peered up in my direction, but they didn't see me. They couldn't see me. I was invisible because I wasn't there. Only the man who screamed could feel my presence, but he did not know I was there. He only saw the teeth, not teeth belonging to a shark, but the small, dull canines of a human.

The Closet Ghost by Ne0n0rangeGall0ws, literature

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The Closet Ghost

He was in the closet again. The small room was punishment for whatever he had done in which he should be incarcerated for. The small boy had taken masochism to a new level; a deadly place that insued no return. The walls were lined with knives and nails that were jutting, point-out in the boy's direction. Glassed blanketed the floor and cut the flesh of the boys soft and tender feet. He began to tire from standing so rigidly in place. His weakness would be his downfall. Swaying side-to-side from fatigue, the boy shrieked as nails formed lacerations across his naked upper torso. Wide gashes created openings for fresh blood to escape his th

Dead Eyes by Ne0n0rangeGall0ws, literature

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Dead Eyes

Born rotten. Instead of a human, there the monster stands. Waiting for you, watching for you With a knife and your life in its hands. How can something this impure be so beautiful that I can't imagine a tomorrow different from today. In my crazy world, above all others you were always the ugliest and most beautiful. But when it happens you'll scream my name anyway. Strumming on your violin rib cage, until your eyes pop out of your head. Why do I have to meet those eyes everyday when the person they belong to is dead? I can't imagine a tomarrow different from today. But I swear, when it finally happens, The silence will be a bloo

You Don't Know Me by Ne0n0rangeGall0ws, literature

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You Don't Know Me

You know me when the blood is dry. Brown to black to skin again. You do not see the red in my eyes. The passionless screams dotting the pages of my mind. All those tortured people with black wings and horns Killing each other while crying saltless fluids. You don't know me with anger across my face. Deep within is a fire so cold it freezes and melts. You don't know how I feel.

Surrealism in hell by Ne0n0rangeGall0ws, literature

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Surrealism in hell

The touch of a mind so far beyond normal classification, twisted and bent out of shape until it resembled a painting. Not thoughts, but colors dancing around, grazing other thoughts as they move about the canvass. Mangled objects representing deregulated thoughts. Dark and light colors unevenly smeared in all directions. It's as ugly and beautiful looking as the rest, until you see what's hidden beneath the frame.

To Anyone Who Knows It's Them by Ne0n0rangeGall0ws, literature

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To Anyone Who Knows It's Them

Can I be the fire at your feet and cuts between your toes? Can I be the blood in your mouth so no one ever knows? So they wont find out how you died on that sunny day When you looked at me with such dismay. And all your negativity flooded my brain and the tone of your voice turned into disdain. So I lost it and now all I want to do is cause you pain. Can I be the fire at your feet and burn you to a fucking crisp and the cuts between your toes? and pick at the scabs again and again. Can I be the blood in your mouth so no one ever knows? I cut off your tongue so you couldn't even scream. I cut out your eyes so the tears w

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Justice by Ne0n0rangeGall0ws, literature

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Artist // Literature

United States
Deviant for 18 years

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Current Residence: Florida
Favourite genre of music: Metal and Industrial Metal
Operating System: macBook
MP3 player of choice: 30GB Ipod
Skin of choice: Weißes Fleisch

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The Jacket

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Rammstein, Funker Vogt, Eisbrecher, Slayer

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Texas Hold'em or Seven Card

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Music, Poetry, Manga, Anime, Books

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Ne0n0rangeGall0ws

Jun 23, 2008

Just Saying

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SARAH Seduction is my trade Anger is my strength Rage is my feat A head full of grief and a Heart full of hate . I think my writing drive has really just gone out the window. I posted some pictures, but I'm not much of a photographer. Send me some ideas. I really want to write something decent again!

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Ne0n0rangeGall0ws

Sep 9, 2007

Oi

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SARAH Seduction is my trade Anger is my strength Rage is my feat A head full of grief and a Heart full of hate . Please read my story!!!!! The Stranger  is 5 part story and I would love if some one would read it all. The story is about someone who watches a boy grow up from outside his window. The story does not contain any offensive religious content. However, it does touch on the subjects of abuse, neglect, and sexual abuse is implied (PLEASE NOTE: there is no actual description of anything sexual.) I've been having a huge writers' block...

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Ne0n0rangeGall0ws

Aug 5, 2007

New Stuff- PLEASE READ

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SARAH Seduction is my trade Anger is my strength Rage is my feat A head full of grief and a Heart full of hate I've added a lot of new things lately! The Stranger is 5 part story and I would love if some one would read it all. The story is about someone who watches a boy grow up from outside his window. The story does not contain any offensive religious content. However, it does touch on the subjects of abuse, neglect, and sexual abuse is implied (PLEASE NOTE: there is no actual description of anything sexual.) A Christ-like figure  is a poem. It contains sexual content and graphic descriptions of torture as well as the victim. This