I ate pie and then my veins tightened to relish the sugar rush.

It's going to be a long night.

Buried here
A place of white
A secret kept in plainest sight
Remember your many
Shakes
In the night
And me
A bird
Without flight

I have a srs kind of love for this series.


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No more angels
No more gods
No more stealthy seeming prods.
No more fizzle
No more cake--
I can hardly stay awake.
By my word you're bound to take
All that's written; a mistake.
So to your softly warbling woes
I wish kisses, mild foes,
Reworking all my prose
So my meaning, no one knows.

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Had I the means, I would post the many unsightly photos that decorate my camera's insides. As I do not, I will make do with a short description of recent events ( Read more... )

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First of several pieces for Art History. Based on the classic tale by Hans Christian Andersen.

The Snow Queen

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