

St. O'hareI love the bustling maw with mystery coffee chewing through the cup cup Angry dad's hurling luggage now my flights delayed... isn't that just my luck?St. O'hare
15 hour layovers due to ice and snow yet somehow, sleeping in this terminal strangely feels like home.
25 dollar meals unbearable plastic seats somehow though, I still believe that this is what makes my heart beat.
Stewardess with bad attitudes and lines that stretch to Timbuktu
seem to only serve to keep me 10 thousand miles from you
I'll be home , don't you worry


The Wood BetweenThe WoodThe Wood Between
There is a place, not far from here. It's not quite here, but yet not quite there A wood between places with lazy trees and soft breezes it's that solitary silent place between,
where your going and where you've been. Yet for now you remain.
To some this lazy place of muted greens and soft blue hues is home they exist past the start, but never quite to the end. Or maybe they simply don't know where they are headed,
because in order to reach a destination, you must first know where you're trekking. For others though, the forest is


Half Life: A limerickThere once was a place called Black Mesa It was a top secret place-a but then Gordon Freeman made, a resonance cascade and blew up our little black mesaHalf Life: A limerick


Dear people of huntsvilleDear people of Huntsville,Dear people of huntsville
I, Mike Calhoun, will soon be re-running for the prestigious and vital office of "mayor" of this wonderful city. I write today though, to clarify my intentions to the public. As your mayor i assure you that I will do everything in my humble power to end "ear-marking" and other underhanded practices of money laundering among corrupt city officials. I would also like to inform the populous that the new boeing jet that is commonly seen flying over the city is most certainly not mine and the fine law enforcement officials of the city are doing all they can to t


White noise, then darknessWhite noise, then darkness The awful darkness... Rites of burial are uttered Before the final descent Down... beneath the realm of the living.White noise, then darkness
Deadened eyes, extinguished dreams Muffled sounds... As the coffin's lid is slowly nailed shut White noise, then darkness.
The burden of existence Lifted... Free from this dreadful gift - Life The long sleep of withering upon me at last...
Devious Comments
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"Matrimony." I made it sound like a dirty word.
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*pokes pretty Twilight Fanart compilation on youtube, set to This is for Keeps, by The Spill Canvas.*
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< PinkyMcCoversong > lololololololol :lmoffle:
< LadyLincoln > Hey now, I got...corn...er the Indy 500. Okay, we suck
<raspil> i'm sure it's in the bible somewhere. "and on the second day, there was Jose Cuervo and lime."
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"Matrimony." I made it sound like a dirty word.
[link]
*pokes pretty Twilight Fanart compilation on youtube, set to This is for Keeps, by The Spill Canvas.*
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I'VE GOT A BIKE YOU CAN RIDE IT IF YOU LIKE IT
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lol wut??
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*WordCount : Prose Exposure
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Literature Gallery Director
*Writers-Workshop | ~LineCount | *theunknownartists | `seniormentors
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Oraaaayt!!
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Thanks for the
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Working for the Mouse >.<
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Working for the Mouse >.<
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I do not endorse any product advertised in my galleries.
Ron
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ArtMajeur/Pfister
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My Galleries: [Artwork | Photography]
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"I have not lost my mind - it's backed up on disk somewhere."
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I has... half a cookie.
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The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ,
Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears blot out a Word of it.
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