http://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/bookshelf.php?f=VainApocalypseExplore the latest Lemon Fingers pieces by VainApocalypse.enCopyright Lemon Fingers, 2010. All rights reserved.admin@lemonfingers.com (The Editor)admin@lemonfingers.com (Channel Manager)Mon, 23 Nov 2009 06:41:21 GMTMon, 23 Nov 2009 06:41:21 GMTComputingQuicksoft RSS Generator 1.0.0238http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss1440http://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/images/rss_pieces.gifhttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/bookshelf.php8831http://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=522809In reality, I was so appreciative of the inspiration, that I let the little one live. I mean, aren't we all just spiders in somebody's sink? VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>PoetryMon, 23 Nov 2009 06:41:21 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=522747A companion poem to "The Tiniest Ballerinas." VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>Poetry > SonnetsMon, 9 Nov 2009 13:41:36 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=522746An allegory. VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>Poetry > SonnetsMon, 9 Nov 2009 13:32:30 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=521927A hundred thousand philosophies and ideas on politics, metaphysics, and ethics, and I don't even have a convenient catalog with which to browse them all, but if I did, I doubt I'd make full use of it. VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>Poetry > SonnetsMon, 1 Jun 2009 22:44:06 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=521626A visual image of mirrors coupled with musing on self-referencing loops and their likeness to the illusion of a soul, inspired by Douglas Hofstadter's I Am a Strange Loop . VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>Poetry > Human NatureSun, 12 Apr 2009 08:35:14 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=521573Memento Mori is a Latin phrase originating in ancient Roman tradition. It translates: Remember mortality; be mindful of death; remember that you must die. VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>Poetry > Romance > SonnetThu, 2 Apr 2009 04:35:38 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=521379As weightless as your word. VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>Poetry > Romance > SonnetTue, 24 Feb 2009 20:01:35 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=521080Word users, by right of power, decide who's a who, and what's a what. VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>Poetry > SonnetsFri, 9 Jan 2009 06:58:53 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=521079No notes have been added for this piece. VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>Poetry > SonnetsFri, 9 Jan 2009 06:49:44 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=518833Original inspiration: A Stranger by A Perfect Circle VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>Poetry > Romance > SonnetSun, 2 Mar 2008 06:39:59 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=518333They who gorge themselves, and in feasting die, are swallowed down the gullet of a lie. VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>Poetry > SonnetsWed, 9 Jan 2008 06:01:51 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=515371No notes have been added for this piece. VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>Poetry > Religious/SpiritualSun, 13 May 2007 06:54:18 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=514835No notes have been added for this piece. VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>Prose > GeneralSun, 8 Apr 2007 04:05:27 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=514046Driven to the brink of starvation by the winter, and then pursued to the edge of sanity by the Legions of Hate, the final " scraps of men " would take a last stand of desperation, a last ditch effort at survival, one written in bloody struggle. It is a clash based not only on the desire to live, but on the contest between ideologies. The difference between the act of worshipping life, and praising death. And which would ultimately establish itself as the futurity. VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>PoetrySat, 3 Mar 2007 06:32:37 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=512659And through it all -- there stood a sanctuary, one among many. In which, the disheartened and the dying could rest unattended and undisturbed, waiting for passage into either eternal slumber....Or eternal madness. VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>PoetrySun, 10 Dec 2006 23:50:16 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=512657All nations had been dissolved, either by plague reaching out from the fourth king's kingdom, or by the relentless 'Legions' that slaughtered peasant and royalty alike. It seemed as if the survivors of these atrocities and outbreaks of sickness and famine, might never again survive as a flourishing people. But alas, there was more to come. Years followed the initial Rise of Ruin without the occurrence of a single summer, a single spring, a single fall. There was only winter, only snow, only ice. Famine and ailment had been compounded into a single instrument of extinction VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>PoetrySun, 10 Dec 2006 23:42:10 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=512656After the initial decay of the fourth king's nation, an army arose, bearing no banner, no flag, showing allegiance to no known power. These lordless legions marched from kingdom to kingdom, relentlessly, razing, raping, and slaying all as they went. Though they did not march aimlessly, no. It seemed clear from early on that their apparent goal was to see the head of the king of each realm rest upon a pike. VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>PoetrySun, 10 Dec 2006 23:25:50 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=512655Standing at arm's length from paradise, this land was jerked into a state of decay after prophets had warned of a foul blood that would ruin their land. That foul blood came in the form of a plague, and left in its wake mass death, famine, and anarchy. VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>PoetrySun, 10 Dec 2006 23:13:41 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=512654No notes have been added for this piece. VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>Poetry > Angst > Free VerseSun, 10 Dec 2006 22:33:24 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=508278The title says it all. VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>Poetry > Human NatureTue, 20 Jun 2006 13:19:39 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=508275No notes have been added for this piece. VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>Poetry > Human NatureTue, 20 Jun 2006 13:13:24 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=505843This varies a bit from my usual style I think...But..I think it works. It came to me upon my own literal defiling of a rather beautiful flower I found along the roadside. It's about..Someone who was very important to me, and was left utterly broken in the wake of unspeakable betrayal. She was never the same after that... VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>Poetry > RomanceFri, 7 Apr 2006 07:02:47 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=505842Hehe. My first...Lustfully themed poem. A mixture of desire, disgust, violence and lust. VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>Poetry > TransgressiveFri, 7 Apr 2006 06:48:58 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=505082No notes have been added for this piece. VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>Poetry > AngstMon, 20 Mar 2006 16:01:23 GMThttp://www.lemonfingers.com/v2/?i=504573This is a sequel to 'Bleeding Pages: Bloodletting'. I get writer's block alot, and one day I was just really frustrated and said, "Fuck it, I'll write about not being able to write!" But since I did have writer's block, and I had to kinda force it out, it does aberate slightly from my usual style and flow. VainApocalypse <admin@lemonfingers.com>PoetrySat, 11 Mar 2006 14:57:24 GMT