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The World is Black

The cold night air.. frozen fingertips… dull ache in my weary bones… Decaying hope… an inkwell of forgotten dreams… memories of faces unfamiliar, unbidden, forgotten come to mind. This heavy cast of blackness unfurling its edges like a mother...

Violet Hill

A weekend filled with joy and laughter. What more could one ask for?From the classic, “Little creatures running around the house” to “I must I must I MUST increase my BUST”, and the bomb “Not quite in-tangent, it’s in...

Rain

Ahh yes, “the rains are here Marge”! Ahh, McCain’s, you’ve done it again! Woke to the brilliant news that I am getting my $900 from the government after all… and THUNDERSTORMS…. I loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee THUNDERSTORMS…. The...