

The DepartureThe DepartureThe Departure
The painting was my favourite, my fairy ship sailing to the horizons of the spirits. Someone had known what my dreams were and made this window into flushed and brimming incandescent horizons. Someone had painted flaming shadows, the faces of the spirits, in clouds of gold and made florid bruises blossom in the sky.
My ship wallowed in an inky well of depth, a harbour of murky darkness where nothing awaited. It was there, the direction to reckless abandon, where the glorious deaths of adventures cried out for my attention. From across the serpentine, silver waters, Sirens shrieked their piercing, eerie


DistortionsThis liquid garden shimmers with nostalgia A wavering dream Lost, flowing intoDistortions
times not mine I remembered being beautiful A terrible euphoria I remembered hands held, like silk pockets over bones I remembered
pristine lines around my eyes And I saw words forming like spells, enchanted changing by desire
I wish that I could
miss you, and that your memory had not become so strange I wish this peaceful place missed us Knew us I wish that we had known had loved had


Pumpkin Princess IIIIPumpkin Princess II
In the plaited waters
wept For flowing shimmers dimmed The heroine of looming flute and flowered
limbs
Her preying mantis
eyes and face shaped like a
bell Hands painted on her
hands two-fingered fragile shells
Her sugar-spider
hair Her hungry modest
smiles Her appetite for
love And flesh and cherries
wild
My Princess Pumpkin
Wise My logic made of
lies Her heart is in the
bone Her tales are in my
cries
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Dust collected and shadows multiplied; it is only a mirror.
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You know I won't say sorry. The pain has a bad reaction; a blend of fear and passion. You know what it's like to believe. It makes me want to scream.
Photography [link]
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I don't have ADD, I just-- hey, do you like waffles?
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"You will unite, or you will fall."
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Mieknox.
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"I recognize terror as the finest emotion and so I will try to terrorize the reader. But if I find that I cannot terrify, I will try to horrify, and if I find that I cannot horrify, I'll go for the gross-out. I'm not proud." Stephen King
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"I wonder what's in a book while it's closed. I know it's full of letters printed on paper, but [..] something must be happening, because as soon as I open it, there's a whole story with people I don't know yet and all kinds of adventures and battles."
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You know I won't say sorry. The pain has a bad reaction; a blend of fear and passion. You know what it's like to believe. It makes me want to scream.
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