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    It's not the darkness in which we travel, it's the people we become when we break into the light.
    A. Babroski December 2010

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    It is said some lives are linked across time. Connected by an ancient calling that echoes through the ages.

    -Prince of Persia: The Movie-

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Butterflies, Moonbeams and All the Little Pretties

Journal Entry: Mon May 13, 2013, 9:41 AM















Drapery
March 2, 2013

Sad sacks swim stormy seas,
Torrid tales told tomorrow.
Miniscule matter of murder.
Muttered by meddling masses;
All anecdotal asses.

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  • Mood: Sentimental
  • Listening to: Kick In the Teeth - Papa Roach
  • Reading: lei and time lines
  • Watching: All Ends Meet
  • Playing: Heorine in the Horror Movie: Life
  • Eating: Fairy Dust - it\'s an addiction
  • Drinking: Coffee

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Ana Lillith Bar
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
United States
Move only when you see an advantage and there is something to gain. Only fight if a position is critical. - Sun Tzu - </b>

Dare to Be!!!

"... no one ever got into trouble for not talking too much." - Perry Mason, "The Case of the Howling Dog"
Wink Wink Nudge Nudge

:iconnaughtygrandmaplz: On the inside, I'm quite old. :iconnaughtygrandmaplz:
My passion is getting the most out of every minute.

Favourite genre of music: Rock n Roll
Favourite style of art: Whatever moves me
MP3 player of choice: My PC
Skin of choice: My Own
Favourite cartoon character: Bugs Bunny
Personal Quote: Make no judgment where you have no compassion. - Anne MacCaffery
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BraveryOn Saturday the twenty-first of January, Elliot took a gun, pressed it to the strip of bone between his eyes, and shot himself. The bullet shattered the frontal bone of his skull, warping his features past recognition, and burrowed through his pre-frontal cortex into the midbrain. He died before the sound stopped echoing through his empty apartment.

This story isn't about that.

I worked with Elliot for only a little while—less than six months. Most of what I knew about him came from his desk. Unlike the smaller ones the secretaries and other reporters had, it was a stately, imposing thing. It would've been terrifying, especially to a
Entrance To The Dark Forest
Come in, come in...

       Why go back home, why turn around?
       The forest calls.. Can’t you hear the sound?

Come in, come in...

       There is nothing to lose, and everything to win;
       for this, this is not like anywhere you've ever been.

       Here the trees twist, the branches twine
       the twigs crack, the leaves rustle.

       Why decline?
       You won't get far, not moving a muscle.

Don't be afraid...

       You could always stay
       just till darkness falls?
       Move.. come on, the forest calls!

Well done...

       Go on, and don't look back
       Just follow the track, step by ste
ObsessionIt takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day.  Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.

You leave your door open an exact two point three centimeters. I don't think you do it on purpose. There is something wrong with the wood that has left it that way. I pause one foot outside the door and listen to you cough, trying to determine how sick you feel today. I hate that every time I think you are particularly ill, I am always right.

Six months, seventeen days and fourteen hours. That is how long its been since the d
ApparitionsI was nervous when I arrived.  Had my information been right?  Was she used to trans patients?  Would she be supportive and helpful or weirded out? Would this be a waste of time or the freeing experience I hoped it would be?

I looked around the lobby. It was small and well furnished. A large coffee table occupied the center of the room, surrounded on two sides by a small sofa and an armchair, which for some reason made me think of my grandfather. On the opposite side of the room, there was a water cooler and several large unopened refill containers.  On a table near the door was the item I was looking

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