The gnarled old floor creaks ominously underfoot
As my broken spirit plummets,
Spiralling hopelessly downward
To where the shattered picture lies,
Framed amidst glittering blood-drenched shards;
Gritty, gut-crunching splinters
Stinging my cold, bare feet.
I try once again and....
I've lost my smile forever now
And know not where it went.
Stripped so unkindly away
With such dry-sobbing sadness:
Tear-drenched, bitter-sweet memories
Ring endlessly throughout this darkness
That was me.
I try once again and....
Oh once I was so young and rich and proud,
Sparkling brightly under time's slow rich burden,
Wanting
...
Why policing the intellect is always homosexual:
a) no more fun
b) no more attitude
c) no more objectivity
d) no more trust
Wow, it looks like fiction.
Daniel S. Yesterday, 02:29 PMLast night was different than I am used to. In the dream there was a beautiful ribbon and I streched my hand to take it....here I come to full awake but
IA56 Yesterday, 12:05 PM-getting jelly roll botox to fix up my eyes
- the cost ending up being free for my botox yesterday
-S coming out to take my stuff to the storage
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Re: Astral projected onto another physical realm! (A call to mission)
And who asked you?
Sh@dow Yesterday, 08:40 PM