

The Fan BlowsThe fan blows the still air. A clock sounds the slow passage Of thumping thick thought. My heart is loud. My stomach is twisted. The darkness no longer hides my consciousness. The adjusted vision lends no clarity. Where does one hide in a desert? Better question: What is one hiding from?The Fan Blows


An Ordinary DayI woke up to the noise of reality.An Ordinary Day
Again. I close my eyes. I breathe. I open my eyes.
I stare at the ceiling: blank white, not a color, but the absence of idea.
I get out of my bead and let the blood stain my veins again.
Dizzy. I turn the shower on. I turn the coffee maker on. I turn the TV on.
I stare in the mirror: blank collage, not colorful, but the absence of identity.
I stand in the shower and let the water trace my design.
Aching.
I turn the shower off. I turn the coffee maker off. I pour myself a cup.
I stare at the TV: blank screen, not nothing,


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Jason.
Thats all she knew about the man who sat at 4A every Sunday. Shed worked here for four months and he never missed a Sunday. One day in July she had taken off work but was called in 4A Emergency.
I know what hes going to order, he never gets anything else, but if I pre-order it for him he gets upset. Ill bring him his toast: one white buttered and one wheat with grape jam. Mornin Jason. One white buttered, one wheat with grape jam, and


Fear of WasOh, how one does fear death: The end of earthly prances; The beginning of second dances A man does not chooseFear of Was
How he is to lose. That is unless he does What is, then, was.
But I fear not a grave, When I lay with the earth. My fear is here, after birth. Again a man does not choose How he is to loose. Unless of course he does Then a mistake of is becomes was.
I will never know If all the fears were true And all the red was blue. Until of course you choose To let me love or lose, And if it ever does, What is will


My GenerationThe apple we have tasted has perhaps led us further into sin but has certainly led us further into truth. And with our hands clasped together this fire we're walking through has cooled no longer to hurt us, while the sun refreshes us and comforts us so that we know someone, somewhere watches over us. Our youth provides us the energy to fight the war against the blackened souls of those who wish we were not and sometimes this fight can bring us down, we are together and our hearts are strong to bring us eventually to sail free. Once we win, my darling, weMy Generation


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amor vincit omnia
*christians
"Above all, maintain constant love for one another, for love covers a multitude of sins." (1 Peter 4:8, NRSV)
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"There is a bit of insanity in dancing that does everybody a great deal of good." --Edwin Denby
"Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody is watching." --Mark Twain
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"There is a bit of insanity in dancing that does everybody a great deal of good." --Edwin Denby
"Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody is watching." --Mark Twain
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"Christ died for our sins, dare we make his martyrdom meaningless by not commiting them?"
My baby
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"There is a bit of insanity in dancing that does everybody a great deal of good." --Edwin Denby
"Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody is watching." --Mark Twain
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WARNING! : Walking love story!
~Photoshop-Whores
I LOVE TIM!
-dbr
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"Christ died for our sins, dare we make his martyrdom meaningless by not commiting them?"
My baby
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WARNING! : Walking love story!
~Photoshop-Whores
I LOVE TIM!
-dbr
Its brit got a new s/n thingy so yeah hear it is! I LOVE YOU! YEAH!
Peach out
I'm bored. You were great last night!
(we'll pretend that doesn't sound dirty
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amor vincit omnia
*christians
"Above all, maintain constant love for one another, for love covers a multitude of sins." (1 Peter 4:8, NRSV)
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"There is a bit of insanity in dancing that does everybody a great deal of good." --Edwin Denby
"Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody is watching." --Mark Twain
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my Gallery [link]
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Almost hope
you're in heaven
so no one can
hurt you soul
the fire always was, is and will be always alive
pay no attention to my da
i dont know how it works and ive only typed up one extremely unworthy of reading work
LOVE YOU!
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"Christ died for our sins, dare we make his martyrdom meaningless by not commiting them?"
My baby
your so mean!
grace is cool!
arhg!
shut up!
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I shall hunt down that evil death bee..........
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"Don't judge a girl on how she looks, I know a lot of things.... I do" ~Eponine~
"There is nothing either good or bad yet thinking makes it so"
Vana vinya-loa!!!
(That's "A beautiful New Year" in elvish...I couldn't find "happy"...
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"Art is anything you can get away with."
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I shall hunt down that evil death bee..........
I found James! *is proud of self*
Can you guess who I am? Huh? lol
Talk to you later!
I get
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"None of us can ever save himself; we are the instruments of one another's salvation, and only by the hope that we give to others do we lift ourselves out of the darkness into light." - Dean Koontz The Door to December
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"Christ died for our sins, dare we make his martyrdom meaningless by not commiting them?"
My baby
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