i don't feel like this version of me can live to 21.
i am going to change utterly and completely.


rain.too much ground fell away. but in my hair, it stayed. collected by the warmth of day.rain.


ito.but there was an impact . . .ito.
the line of clouds crept down to the earth. and across the land, a great silence grew. marching swiftly forwards was a great unknown mass . . .
no one knew what they were. or why they were. some hid. and some prayed. some lit fires to keep the devil away . . . it's just that no one knew . . .
soon it had swallowed us and became our home. a great ambient haze enveloped everything and somewhere inside we lived.
and there was an after. maybe years after. maybe more. the clouds had lifted and we had changed.
our fingers an


ma-rio-n-ett-e.words are mis-used. where have you been. what are you.ma-rio-n-ett-e.
never before has grace been so uncontrolled. where it spat long; blood over your arms. turning them orange below a tender yellow light. then your face grew pale. and in your mind the extraneous world became lightened. lips matte maroon. miles below. greying. marionette
miles below; greying. neck dislodged from organs.
radiator burns the air. sits for too long in the spring morning chill. cools air. double-negative. the ground itself absorbs every warm footfall. slow footfall. while we- pacin
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What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman . . . for I walked down the sidestreets, under the trees with a headache- self-conscious- looking at the full moon.
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I'm so close to heaven, This hell is not mine!
My photos *In-the-picture Stock *quaddles
My husband`s photos *quaddie
Clubs: *PsychedelicTreasures ~artsweetart *Le-Visage
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What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman . . . for I walked down the sidestreets, under the trees with a headache- self-conscious- looking at the full moon.
down the rabbit hole?
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Tell James Marsters his new love interest is a cement block, he'll have chemistry with the cement block. We'd all ship S/CB, and when JM looked at the block just so, we'd post, "wow. CB looked hot tonight."
good luck with that.
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What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman . . . for I walked down the sidestreets, under the trees with a headache- self-conscious- looking at the full moon.
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