

Dreamed, CleanedWill soft look upon a glowing square. My face. I do similar, an electric mist passes and glows. I alone perceive radiance. The boy is in the syrupy dark. A flower growing midway through the sidewalk. Green tipped with yellow. Made of stronger stuff than stars.Dreamed, Cleaned
His Hands were My Hands (in the glowing square.) &n
the fate of Will Tabbenhoff 2
Curiosity 2
Funeral

Swish-CthunkToday I went down to the Bureau of Words to trade in my autumn onomatopoeia. Usually I put it off until at least the end of November, but this year the squelch-thud of my boots in the mounds of soggy leaves brought me up sharp. I went home, gathered my dry snaps, crackles and swooshes, as well as the cheerful spthooshk of a water balloon left over from August and headed down to the department. The rain hurried down to meet my umbrella, an excellent winter sound for which I had no words. But that would soon change.Swish-Cthunk
The stooped man at the front desk greeted me with a finger to his lips. "We're running the barnyard tests, so we've g
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oh come off it people, would you seriously like talking to me if i stopped drinking all those Southern Comforts and Madoris?
Meika webcomic: [link] -woo two pages re-posted and going!
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a|v says you believed me, in every single lie.
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Often a noble face hides filthy ways.
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~SH
"Whatever their future, at the dawn of their lives, men seek a noble vision of man's nature and of life's potential."
~Ayn Rand, in preface to The Fountainhead
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"The only truly natural things are dreams, which nature cannot touch with decay"
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The Many Colours Begin to Fade.. Leaving Only the Darkest Shades...
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I wonder if Thurston ever found his shit.
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Well, I woke up with my alarm at 9, turned off my alarm and woke up at eleven. Went outside and tilled the earth and planted vegetables for two hours, which was good, I really needed to get around to that. Then I went in side and took a shower and while I was shampooing the doorbell rang. So I had to run downstairs and open it with just a towel on. It was my friend Jon and then I got dressed and we ate sandwiches and talked for several hours about Japanese and French and the treatment of homosexuals by the Nazis (torn off finger nails, bizaar and grotesque medical experimentations). Then I came back inside and decided to try and do art, which was only minimally successful. Now I'm just playing ukulele and thinkin real hard about maybe goin to sleep.
Yourself?
and yourself?
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-John Paul
"Love gives you courage. Being loved gives you strength"
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