

candyToday I lament on what should be and whatcandy
should never. I'm disconnected and unsure and unwise. I want to cry but I have to laugh. Death surrounds me. Forever I grieve. But in my despair, I fear that I have lost myself. I am reluctant to be healthy. Do I count down to my own death? I do believe that I have lost my mind. I will replace it with some candy.


drowningDon't want to talk about it. Let me stare out the window. I'm counting the raindrops and giving them names. Don't want to think about it. Maybe I'll watch the TV backwards the show reflecting in the glass the rain is catching up the characters look scared for they will soon drown in the little raindrops that gather and they will scream trapped in the window's pane that's filling with rain I hear their voices silent voices. How can I hear what is silent?drowning
See my journal here for more details - [link]
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The Protean Self Project
Proteus; the Greek Sea God of multiple forms. The protean self evinces mockery and self-mockery, irony, absurdity and humour.
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In reality I am a mere mortal trudging through time and space only to leave these digital marks for future trudger's that follow.
1. Those are some really beautiful pictures.
2. You have wonderful traditional artwork. I'd love
to have something like the Mario piece (:
3. Amazing poetry, though I'm pretty sure that I didn't understand everything. Nevertheless it's gorgeous.
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[link]
That's the wolf's gallery
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~*~Carla~*~
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[link]
That's the wolf's gallery
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~*~Carla~*~
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[link]
That's the wolf's gallery
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