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Untitled Oncest Poem. (the Lorax; Once-ler.)
Oh, Greed-ler ( Read more... ) -
Even the Limitless Have Limits
Every person has a Limit, John Watson knows. It's something that doctors know, no matter what their PhD is in. It can vary in form, too, those Limits; someone can reach their mental limit and come to a psychotic break; some can reach their emotional limit and shut down; some can reach their physical limit and become an invalid. It all depends on ( Read more... ) -
so very inactive
and i apologize for it. Tumblr is more my blogging place-to-be; i only have an account here to leave comments on fics i'm linked to, and to follow a few communities. >w<;; -
some poetry. that doesn't rhyme. which isn't usually my style...
I can taste the blood on my tongue,
And the fear in my mouth.
I can smell the heat in the air,
And the intensity of the fight.
There is darkness seeping into the corners of time and space,
As subtle as the burnt edges of pages in a fire-licked tome.
I know not where the truth lies,
But I can judge fairly what is falsehood when I hear it
Spoken in every ( Read more... ) -
n00b.
i'm a total n00b to this place. i have almost no idea what i'm doing! i'm trying to remember why i created an account in the first place ... wait, now i remember: TO RP. XDD
i guess you could call this a test journal entry ...