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Last day at a lovely school with lovely people who didn't ask too many questions. We had cake. I cried when I got home. But it wasn't quite because I was leaving there... argh.
Tomorrow, I'm going to a writing thing because my soul tells me I have to. Once there, I will meet someone. I don't know who.
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My heart soars to places where you do not dwell.My hands dig where feet do not tread.My soul, oh, my soulit lives somewhere aswell... without thinking oflife or feeling the dread that you embody. You, in your well-hollowed groove. Comfortable. Polycotton on pleather. In flickering false-light,reliving the pipe-dreams of un-moving spirits and it ( Read more... ) -
You wouldn't believe it if I told you, man...
So I'm not going to get into the nitty gritty ugliness. Just know, LJ that I am healthy (aside from a lamo sinus infection thing) and brave and doing what I believe is right for my family. I also have an interview on Friday. It's in Wales. Y'know... where they speak Whale. I can't even pronounce the name of the school. BECAUSE I DON'T SPEAK WHALE! ( Read more... ) -
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Life right now is a knot. Compounded and confounding. But regardless of what the future brings, I ( Read more... ) -
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all I want is to go to choir and to my concert... two evenings... that's all I ask. ugh. this stinks. -
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You denied me humanity,
And here I stand,
A pillar.
Of salt?
I only look back
for points of reference.
I only look up
for points of light.
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creepy.
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So I've been looking for a publisher for my book for aaaages. Not just any publisher... the RIGHT publisher. Cos it's not just about the story or the pictures. It's the format as well. Most would not allow me to keep the big giant awesome concertina page... they'd be too concerned with production costs and all the rest. I've approaced a few, not ( Read more... )