:: Empty dead babies; searchlights on. ::
I swore I'd never write again. This is the result.| [::..archive..::] |
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| :: cruel [>] |
| :: memepool [>] |
| :: potal of evil [>] |
:: Saturday, September 21, 2002 ::
The gods are dancing. Sinuous pines poke holes in alabaster skies, project away from gravity and into the darkness like neurons crackling on the global info net. The smell of burning wood and rotting foliage. A thousand alcohol tears downed in sliver chalices. Basking under the gentle light of stars.
:: OwenF 5:44 PM [+] ::
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