I mentioned this in the 'your dreams' thread, but last night I dreamed that I was the intrepid leader of a band of survivors hacking their way through zombie hordes to freedom. We rounded the corner, I think we were in a football stadium, and a few zombies whirled around and rushed at us--the fast kind, not the shuffly ones--and I could see more through a window set into a door, and I shouted "Aim for the brain!" and slashed at one with a shovel. I am a big giant paranoid wuss when it ...
she doesn't trust colours since she learned they can't exist independently now she finds this spring display distasteful like stale perfume in a ball gown fretful she strikes random piano keys in time with quivering shadows falling from unseen world across the library carpet's faded pattern fade shade stale jade almost she wants to ...
To appease the soul Of a covert rift And build back the ground To round its shift The secret clasp Of lust enjoins Conjoins the days Of creed and coins
exterior paint dries in he liquid sunshine, rain bows radiation
reckless suitor --pronounces he invitation ----of a lifetime
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