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He would have sailed the seven seas for her but did not know if they existed or were fictional

For two weeks I added powdered violets to his coffee. I smeared lipstick around his nipples as he slept. As for his hair, I raked it with a paddle brush and rinsed it in cider vinegar until it shone like currency.

a poem about christianity

Composed first, this is of no link to 'Desolate Abby' the name of this was written shortly becfore t'other became a dream. Abbi may not die this night, but her heart and soul died in that letter, Benjamin wished only for her to join him wherever he may go. Abbi's body will remain, but true to their beleifs her soul has left our world and joined another. one day, the full Benjamin - Abbi story will be written up properly and put on the site. with any luck. thankfully it is all only from my mind. as too many things are nowadays.

Staring across the putrid earth, A fence of swords crossing my path, Sights of joy reach around my brain; Pitted, twisted and wounded mind. Thrusting myself on sharpened fence, The blades cut deep into my chest,

title temporarily on loan from portishead ending temporarily substituted with drivel

Hi, I'm writing this letter to a few people. I've been in Thailand almost 4 weeks now and things are okay. The weather is beautiful, if a little hot, and everywhere there are beautiful flowers, colorful butterflies, and also dragonflies. It's quite surprising how far the dollar goes here; a platter of seafood costs 40 baht unless you go to Wahin, a nearby city, and there it costs 100 baht.

Dear diary By: Palvi The following entries are from diaries from two different generations. These excerpts show the comparison between Mary Jane Austin in 1925 and Mary Jane Austin in 2005. Yes, they both are related.

I feel the prick From that clear plastic syringe The metal tip was inserted just behind my ear in that soft patch between my jaw and my skull I lie complacent, Because this is a serum of green liquid envy