| This is a transgressive novel Im working on; it illustrates a part of my style and interest however my styles vary. |
| This is a transgressive novel Im working on; it illustrates a part of my style and interest however my styles vary. |


And we went our separate waysWhere am I going with this? Ok, well... I tried. I wanted out. Just away. We needed to pull over or land or wake up and wherever. The train stopped and we landed it was just below zero and it still smelled like rain but how far really had we gone? Nothing resembled anything as my mind Was full of distractions. Cloudy with a slight chance of misunderstanding the interpretations of those things they said when I sat in the room facing... that way. Shit, what were they saying again? I stopped. Walking? Or, wait, No... was I Sitting?And we went our separate ways


A Memorial DayWe were headed to ACT/SAT prep; I was a sophomore in High School and it was just after eight forty. For whatever reason that day there was a line of students outside the door waiting to get inside. Eaves dropping a conversation far enough away for me to make out bits in pieces offered enough to realize that something had happened. There wasn't much talk about it in the class - we went about our daily routine as usual. It wasn't until the following period that we were told what happened. I felt the same way I did the first time a close friend past away. It seemed surreal - I wasA Memorial Day


Still My HeartThese rusted chains of tangled lust Are tempting in the moon-shone dust; But in the misbegotten light His ardor shines not half as bright.Still My Heart
Romantic paths are often strewn With tainted roses past their bloom- And yet how sweet is that first bud Of tender-scented, new-born love...
on the shore| I always wish I had a camera on me but I rarely do, however I memorize what my camera cannot. At some point I will paint that image on paper using a series of words that to some may seem nonsensical, it always manages to re-create the moment for me and that is enough. I watch people but feel while doing so that I am a reflection of them, and for them. So I can create them. They'll see themselves as they haven't before and know that they were a lens towards something as visually aesthetic as anything they have seen. I also enjoy writing, reading, listening to and creating music, conversations, experiencing, learning, and people. |
little things like that make my days/nights.
so good job. =]
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"Let's conspire to reignite all the souls that would die just to feel alive..."
Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life." (John 14:6)
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I worried alot about that one.
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Forever isn't as long as we think; after all, nothing lasts forever.
~Characterless~
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Look for me by moonlight
Watch for my by moonlight
I'll come to thee by moonlight
Though hell should bar the way.
-Alfred Noyes:: The Highway Man-
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Oh why oh why do girls alway cry when you tell them they're past their sell-by?
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