

Illustrated in WordsShe is naturally sweet, like butterscotch (meltin' in your mouth!) with that sassy southern voice that does a hopscotch between sarcastic saccharine and tangy replies, yes you, the girl with the cinnamon eyes. She ain't your grocery store-issued bag o' white sugar No artificial flavors here, sorry honey, go figure! She's sweet like the sad aftertaste of sugar cane Frosty autumn mornings spent dancing in the rain Tempting undertows lurk, though her surface seems pure She flickers in & out of reach, like a firefly lure Swishing rosy spirals in her powder pink flower dress TIllustrated in Words


Ronday BluesAs the day darkens memories, light fades & wears away uncertainties we only see the shadows of dreams & has-been's.Ronday Blues
It's a revelation of our waking hours which inspires our deepest dreams and outlines our coveted nightmares when fear begins to rip the seams Of that which we love the most! Hurt is eternal, and indefinite and though joy is limited But hey, that's livin',
though, and yes, we know
the pain's only subliminal.
That doesn't ease the hurt any less Paine is the constant companion who's there during our distress b


SketchesPeople watching is such a perpendicular pastime best suited to those whom draw right angles in order to connect the dots. The over-analytical of the world. People watching is a tiring hobby, as any chronic offender will tell you Most are consumed by it, and, having their fill of humanitySketches
in all its bipedal wickedness, often find themselves nauseated. It ruins your appetite for mankind, doesn't it? Observing all the unscrupulous things city-dwellers will & do do?
Line-jumping,
parking-spot stealing,
wrong-change-for-a-twenty giving? They were to busy by their down inequity t
| I refuse to take the easy way out and simple 'tell' you about myself. Draw your own conclusions. My best friends are a Polaroid camera and an ink pen. Somebody's got to be the president of the hobo club, that spot won't fill itself. The color pink is not allowed in my presence. My residence is in my mind. My occupation is to record the truth by writing lies. Go figure! |
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All revolution ends in the same way,
you kill everyone who knows what you're doing, and end up with a dictator who's even worse then the first guy was.
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°. I'm not afraid of tomorrow, because I have seen yesterday and I ♡ Today . ° :3 ♥
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Those who dam streams can build fountains.
Those of us who just let them run free,
We can move mountains.
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Why is she spinning her web...
"What are your thoughts?" -Mike
"Killing. Lots of violence." -Me
"I meant about the picture..." -Mike
"....oh. It's wicked." -Me
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