anywho, now i'm on to spanish. bye!


OliviaWhen Olivia died I was far away, dancing on my fantastic, ephemeral dreams. I dreamt stories of knights with white armor riding silver, shining horses; myths about red wine and eight dwarves; legends involving a corrupt God and just rulers. I never dreamed one dream of death. Mine were those of the sugar-encrusted, honey bejeweled reality everyone wishes they lived in. The worlds I go to in the night are nonsensical perfection an escape from the blue and green marble that is Earth. Those places are lit with Christmas lights in the heat of August. They don't know what theOlivia


Some nights...Some nights are not worth sleeping. Sleep is wasteful for those nights when the stars are singing with the moon. When the far distant planets twinkle in all their glory, showing off for the comets that fly by.Some nights...
Some nights are not worth sleeping. Blankets and pillows can not compare to the pink tinged almost black of the sky. Tossing and turning are nothing to hours spent gazing at the wonders of the universe, trying to unravel their long-kept secrets.
Some nights are not worth sleeping. Dreams of what was and who is are not nearl


Knife-tipped gasoline gardenI live where the trees are pointed at my head, knife-tips green in a gasoline-doused garden. Walking the streets, the houses glare out at me from behind fortresses of wire fencing. Their eyes are dark and often marked with baseball entryways, the leftover glass waiting in the dirt to bite unaware toes and soles. The sidewalks I travel on are alive with menace, concocting schemes to tangle my feet and leave me sprawled on their harsh cracks. The cars whipping past don't see the speed limits the police try so vainly to uphold. They snap right by those rectangles of graffiti and foul words.&Knife-tipped gasoline garden
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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when I don't take photos: ~borart
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"Your moral for today is: STEALING IS BAD. Especially stealing from cute helpless creatures with long ears." -- (AdventureQuestOnlineRPG)
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
I just wanted to stop by and say thanks for the
I really appreciate the support!
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To swim or not to swim...
what a stupid question.
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To swim or not to swim...
what a stupid question.
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