

prior to an invitationShadow-me stood on the windowsill andprior to an invitation
spread her arms wide, had no thoughts of flight but of falling. Toe-grips on the molding, cold winter brings its mourning to hard white ice, not snow I imagined shut out the black
A headlong dive down a lush misty mountainside Like a lady who might never die.
In sleepy-eyed unawares I landed on a hardwood floor, A story and a half too high Not cold enough I was without The snow-globe fantasy of death Only ruffled white climbed Cotton around my knees And shadow-me went back to bed.


Evil lives for this.A child's delight in the grotesqueEvil lives for this.
Dare me to me terrified the paralytic
Not. I am unafraid of skulls Cream topping the Queen's scepter The nubs on the curve of your spine Just dry. I remember Barely held-together wrists Like death, it only remains If you see it
That way.
Oh, the curious nature of bones.
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"What are you?"
"To define is to limit"
J'aime parler francais.
J'aussi aimer votre art.
Perche?
je ne sai pas.
Mais je l'aime.
Au revoir effrayant Mademoiselle.
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Evil nature?
Or naturally Evil?
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Everyone is entitled to be stupid, but some abuse the privilege. *stolen qoute*
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Maybe one day you will understand
I dont want nothing from you but to sweetly hold your hand
--
"What are you?"
"To define is to limit"
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Everyone is entitled to be stupid, but some abuse the privilege. *stolen qoute*
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Why Douglas Adams rocks:
"His brain began to buzz gently and suck its thumb. Lots of little synapses deep inside
his cerebral cortex all joined hands and started dancing around and singing nursery
rhymes..."
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Everyone is entitled to be stupid, but some abuse the privilege. *stolen qoute*
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