But I do apologize to any of you who wait eagerly for my next verse... there probably aren't any of you, in which case, I apologize to the air for not filling it with nonsense. 'Cause I know how air loves to be filled with rambling thoughts.


Still RunningShe lay sprawled on the couch, taking a moment to rest. She must have dozed off. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open. One leg hung off the edge of the cushion. Her shoes were still on, ready to get back up and keep on going. Still running even in her dream.Still Running


The Story of MonLong ago, in a place not too far from here, there was a woman named Mon. She was beautiful, and graceful in her arts. Her skin was milky, her eyes blind and white, her hair turned white with age. Mon was a dancer. Every night she would dance for mortal men, gods, and all in between. Such was hear grace that she stole the hearts and minds of all who watched, holding them hostage. Only when she finished in the climax of her dance would she return their sanity. There was one who could not watch as she danced, but felt her none the less. She danced particularly for him. He was a powerful sorcerer, and a jealous one. The whole of his bThe Story of Mon


Broken MirrorSeven years, Missing Pieces, Ill bet that makes it worse.Broken Mirror
Dont pay any attention to them, Theyre not real.
Small one, Ragged and cold, Small hand cupped in hunger, Why dont you just give up?
Dont pay any attention to them, Theyre not real.
Because. Because is the answer to All questions.
Dont pay attention to them, Theyre not real.
A blowing of the nose, A flick of the Eyes, Each of these means something.
Dont pay attention, &nbs
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Jump on my sword while you can,evil. I won't be as gentle!
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i moved everything to my other page > :iconbrek3:
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i moved everything to my other page > :iconbrek3:
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Tis The Season
The Season
The Season
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