dried flowers and rosaries.. black and white photographs depictng our broken devotion.. naught but memories of a time when life was at it's best.. rare, thought, it is, sadly.. cut short..
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dried flowers and rosaries.. black and white photographs depictng our broken devotion.. naught but memories of a time when life was at it's best.. rare, thought, it is, sadly.. cut short..
i have to pee..
i think i have wart on my finger..
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what's the fucking hold up, man.. ??..
ok i gotta pee..
it's raining...
tinkle tinkle..
sweet niccotine..
do you wanna get married and run away?..
k i pee'd..
it's cool how we talk in code.. we all have our own dialect made up so we can speak in terms that we understand, but lookers in have trouble deciphering our codes.. we don't do it intentionally, it just sort of happens.. each little clique having their own dialogue by which they can come to an understanding..
i will be waiting right here..
more deep thoughts..
sketches..
entrancing thoughts, captured in pencil markings..
brooding over pastels.. i know if i only had some, i would be able to create.. without pastels i'm afraid it can't be done.. i hope it will have been worth the wait.. my books have laid untouched, portfolios pushed aside and forgotten... left for a layer of dust to engluf them for far too long..
i need to return to my home.. this is becoming rediculous.. scared to go back..
i slid my key into the lock and peered through the window.. my heart beating heavily as i stepped through the door frame and turned face to face with the man i grew up with, but knew so little of.. i trembled as he spoke.. closely watcing the powerful fists clenching at his sides and i feared every minute hat he would, at any moment, strike out at me again..