Everything certainly has its ups and downs. I can relate nearly every single one of my life-changing opinion flips to a girl or series of girls and. These past few weeks (and I'll safely presume the next few as well) have represented a departure from that, a new kind of growth. Recently I've come to the all-too-cynical decision that I don't need a ( Read more... )

Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyesWrite sorrow on the bosom of the earth     There're few words which connote a being so large ( Read more... )

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