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VITIOSUSDescription:
 Vitiosus. We aren't just a cult. We aren't just a community. We are so much more. We are the fresh generation of Blue Blood. Here at Vitiosus, you can have all the beauty you want, but we believe you have to have more than beauty. Talents and skills alongside ability and brains are what make us uniqe amongst others. You cannot brand our members. They have been carefully considered and judged before being accepted, and each and every one of them has earned their place in Vitiosus by means of so much more than just going through the motions of filling out an application. They have expressed who they are, and have been found beautiful and of high intellect. We critique, but we do not scorn. We are truthful, but do not pretend to be 'brootal' or 'elite'. We are of a new class not seen on VF before; we are not your average beauty cult. If you're a fake, stupid, ignorant, or downright offensive, do not bother applying. We only want the best, and our members are the best.     November 7th 2008 September 11th 2008 September 1st 2008 July 21, 2008 We are looking for people to fill staff positions. Invite 2 Banners        Like to be an affiliate to Vitiosus? Contact Amariah or Ellie. Current Affiliates: UNTHINKABLE Inf3cted Dior Photo by Ambellina-Carmilla  Artwork and photos by Satania-Erica-Draven     Artwork by Widow-Dear  Bliss-Injection Electric Sister of Mankind music by Feral-Kiss The Light of The World. By Ambellina-Carmilla  Photos By Roses-Bleed-Too    Poems by MyAxeIsMyBuddy The Wounded Poet I was destined to be the one. The one of what, I still ponder For these deep dark nights are mine no longer I hear on these nights a hideous bell Which rings as true as heavens hell. Am I crazy? No one can tell Just like the Yankees heard the rebel yell Yeah, I’m crazy Crazy enough to care Crazy enough to tell the truth Crazy enough to pull my hair Leave me alone Leave me be Only in the darkness can I see The real me Which is everything your parents Don’t want you to be Sorry for being what I am, But in actuality, no I’m not Because I am the wounded poet, I do not weep, I do not die, I do not sleep. The Wounded Poet: Part II I'm alone, Although not completely alone The souls of the damned all surround me They show me everything you want to be And the stuff you want no-one else to see. I see what goes on with you, The stuff you say, The stuff you do. I know it, so don't try and hide it Who am I? Don't you know? I'm your darkest fears, I'm your worst nightmares, No, I'm not you I'm the wounded poet The only one to have died on the inside And lived to bide My time ever longer And although my soul is here no longer Times have seen my mind grow stronger Layout made by Amariah @ VF.com Owner: amariah Members (14): [view]
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