I have imploded into dismal failure. Retreat is not an option. Partioned. But love fails when areosols claim benediction. Hubris my tail, my arse, my growing pains and then some. Catch up when running. Quicksilver thin like Thomas.
13 Jun 2008
Rats and some
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There is no failure, merely dreams unsure how to appear to us frail mortals. Sometimes they burn
ryn: i wish surviving would ensure wholeness...
You have been missed, dammit! But I understand the lack of time to do anything other than what is necessary :(
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