Fear Brings Death and Death Brings Fear...

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I Like saying that... (The Title) It seems people don't bother to reply on anything I create. I usually only get the occasional single brave soul to reply. What you people cower when you decipher the words I speak (Write)? Really, I am not a homicidal maniac, I maybe insane but my insanity gibes me a higher state of consciousness.

To any of my fans (If any, LOL!) thanks your replies are helpful and I am glad that not everyone fears me. I know I haven't been really throwing out stories for those of you to review. I know few are dying to review what I have made, but the sad thing is that I am doing some major overhauls on my writing. MS (Mainline Story) ??? VI is complete (Fan-fiction Influenced Part), but it would be highly confusing without the first three. But then again you might convey just fine if I throw it out there, though.

I don't know I'll think about it...

Fear Brings Death and Death Brings Fear... so death comes to ye to those who fear me!

--Chaos Angelfish
"Fear what you learn to love; Ironically, fear is what you learn to love"

"Damn her purple eyes," I thought peering into her saddened soul as the tears streaked down her face.

Sinisterly Perceiving the Unperceivable to those who can't see and revealing it to them since 2000.




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Am I brave soul for replying? Or is this some kind of trap, and once I've replied you'll do something evil like suck the life out of my computer and I will scream and cry?
Your higher state of consciousness sounds interesting, but how does one define insanity? For the whole idea of being sane, if you think about it, is really quite crazy. I mean, can you be sane in this unhinged universe? I don't think so.
I do not fear you *stands tall*
Do I pass?



Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses ... deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth—reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light.
— Guildenstern (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard)