Still, I'm not giving up just because summer is rolling me up and over. The school year has always provided more time for writing. What can I say? Class gets boring after a while. So we'll see if the school year is going to work out any better.


Why I Love My DadBecause he taught me how to fight, and he made me do everything I didn't want, because he loves music like a lonely man loves the stars, and he though I had a gift for poetry before I did.Why I Love My Dad
Because, once, he told me he thought the tress have a language all their own somewhere between where their roots wiggle into the dark earth and where their branches twist in the wind.


EveIt starts with a name-- "Life"--and it starts with a bitter tang past sweet skin.Eve
It ends somewhere between when the word "brother" becomes immaterial and when the wrong question is asked.
But, ultimately, beyond that, above that, surpassing that, it started with a word, and a light, and a breath that were and was and am and are like nothing language can make sense of outside the heart, and it never conceives of ending.
Hiya! You may have been watched by this deviant
Thank you for listening!
**PS If you want you can copy it and post it on christianmother's "watchers/friends" pros.**
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Lucius Malfoy: Master! We must flee!
Voldemort: Why?
Lucius Malfoy: He is here! The one who makes us writhe in pain!
Voldemort: Dumbledore?! Harry Potter?!
Lucius Malfoy: No, master! Worse!
Bush: 'Sup Dead Eaters!?!
Voldemort: Oh God.
Thank you for listening!
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Don't blame me...
I voted for The Magical Liopleurodon!
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Poetry is to prose as dancing is to walking
--John Wain
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Hello Emi. It was very nicemeeting you here on deviantArt. I hope
all is going well for you tonight.
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Thanks to Suky, Amma, MoeMoe, Frey-Sensei, Fred, and Teb I actually sometimes believe in my art. <3
~イルカカ~
When do you head back to college?
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The Bebop
Specializing in All Forms of Irony since the Day of her Birth.
y perdóneme por mi español desigual...
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We're calling all bedwetters and ambulance chasers
Poor picker-pockets, bring them in
Come join the Youth and Beauty Brigade
~The Decemberists
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