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they're all fools, those ignorant men, for never is nothing what it mustn't not seem. the day will always be day, the night, night, but tomorrow ..

thanks for the inspiration a shawn.

words. a comment. nothing but everything. says it all. or enough to cut. so there. whatever. i don't care. why so? i can't believe myself. ..

it rained today. from the time i woke and pulled my pillow close to when i fell to sleep's relentless eyes, it rained. i sat and listened. i bre..

close your eyes. now take a breath and hold it for just a second... can you smell it? the colors are coming and i'm nearly intoxicated. the air ..

up down and through. between and underneath. our wrists and knees are scraped, but it was worth it to reach the top. nooks so dark you can't..

white walls (which should at least be light grey) are covered with pictures and photos and things. black words tell you what is what and when a ..

tell me who paints the sky from early in the morning until the sun has gone to sleep. tell me who makes the flowers bloom and the wind blow throug..

just a little something to make you smile

just pretend that you have fallen and i was there to catch you