User:Neoonyxalchemist

I am not a Vandal. I'm just a bit too eager to get my idea off the ground. Please don't remove me.

This user is a recent changes patroller.

?This user wants to become an administrator, but doesn't have the courage to nominate themself.?

I Will Make Wikipedia A Better Place To Gain Knowledge And Hell For Any Vandal Who Crosses Me! --Neoonyxalchemist (talk) 04:13, 9 June 2008 (UTC)

life is such a drag

. I'm a new Vandal Buster and would just like to say "Any Vandal who dare misinform one of my pages for which I view shall be in for a rude awakening." My hope is to one day be more revered than J.delanoy san, not my new sensei, but idol of the wikipedia universe.

I just realized I've been a user for over a year now and well I gotta say "I must become an admin!"

This world is nothing but bitter sweet poetry in motion.

This is my poetry

We fear that which we cannot see

People have hope because they cannot see death standing behind them

If I were the rain That joins sky and earth that otherwise never touch Could I join two hearts as well

We are drawn to each other Like drops of water, like the planets We repulse each other Like magnets, like the colors of our skin

I can't protect you without holding a sword. I can't embrace you while holding a sword

Yes, there is no Fate for us Only those who are swallowed by Ignorance and fear and miss a step Fall into the rapid river called Fate

We should not shed tears That is a surrender of the body to the heart It is only proof That we are beings that do not know What to do with our hearts

If it rusts, it can never be trusted If its owner fails to control it, it will cut him Yes, pride is Like a blade

Oh, all of us dream That we are flying the skies With our eyes open

We reach out with our hands Brush away the clouds and pierce the sky To grab the moon and Mars but we still can't reach the truth

Light a fire to the fang that cannot be reached So that I do not have to see that star So that I do not slit this throat

The reason we think the flowers on the Precipice are Beautiful is because we are standing on the Precipice as well, Do not fear, because we are like the flowers. We did not step off

Every time we set aside our pride We take a step closer to the beast Every time we kill an emotion We take a step away from the beast

Creak, creak, tower of purgatory Piercing the world like light Sway, sway, tower of spine Will it be us or the sky that falls

I just keep practicing Saying goodbye to you

The mane of the sun pouring down Erases the footprints on thin ice Do not fear deception The world already lies atop deception

Red like blood. White like bone. Red like solitude. White like silence. Red like the senses of a beast. White like the heart of a god. Red like molten hatred. White like chilling cries of pain. Red like the shadows that feed on the night. Like a sigh piercing the moon It shines white, and scatters red

Your shadow, quietly Like a vagrant poison needle Stitches my footsteps. Your radiance, lithely Like lightning striking a water tower cuts down the source of my life

No, nothing can change my world

Those who do not know what love is liken it to beauty. Those who claim to know what love is liken it to ugliness

Everything in this world exists to wear you down

There is no meaning in our world neither is there any meaning in us, the ones who live in it. It is then meaningless for us, who are equally meaningless, to conceive the world in our thoughts despite knowing there is no meaning to be found

We are the fish in front of a waterfall We are insects inside a cage We are the remains of a high wave, The staff of the skull, The stream of power, the whale that swallows it all We are the ox with five horns We are the monster that blows out fire The children that wail Ah, we are Poisoned by the moon light

Doesn't matter who it is I'll fucking crush anybody

We are all dead since we are born The end is there before anything starts If to live is to continue learning The end is when we learn the very last thing To finally discover the end and learning about it completely is what death is We are not allowed to learn about something Those who cannot transcend death, shouldn't learn of anything

That voice that pierces deep in my heart is just like cheers that will not end

We – As one, Are not intertwined. As two, Do not share the same form. With three, Only one's person does not have. With four, We have no hope in that direction. As for five – It comes from the heart's place

Sire, we Look upon you As one would a peacock. A look that borders on Anticipation, adoration, and something Akin to neverending terror

I just fix it up relentlessly Though I know it will be chopped off someday I just make it shine relentlessly Though I know it will be chopped off someday But it frightens me oh how it frightens me Because when it is chopped off That chopped off hair Will resemble the dead you

That deep wound, it's like the sea's abyss That red guilt, it's not the color of death

Tell me you hate me the most in the world

The king gallops Shaking free from the shadow, Beating the armor, Kicking about the bones, Slurping the flesh and blood, The creaking increases. Smashing the heart He walks in alone Toward the faraway other side

I am an insect Swinging around with no nature Desiring evil, descending Creeping like a worm, revolving My neck is stretching Higher than the moon Until no more sympathy is visible I run from you bastards

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U will feel my wrath when I finish my buster training!

I am not Tite Kubo, but that would be very boss I am in fact just a lonely guy with a 207 IQ who fines it hilarious to watch them squirm. (Them being what I label the idiots that I come in contact with. Not to confuse I am always looking for others to talk to and occasionally mistakenly label some people as gods who outrank me. They generally aren't gods, but could outrank me.

Yes I know I'm an asshole, I don't need to be told something I don't care about.