

rearranging booksi decorate my world with words microcosms of some other tumult and like the poison in king hamlet's blood the thin and pure flow of thought curds so, on an idle notepad i launchrearranging books
an assault - a collage of memories and begin to manufacture something so much more than i am. i read with a pale eye and find an accord with the four century old arrangement of word
i look into the pale blue halogen light arrangement and write my final lines -
oh, what a rogue and peasant slave am i - a neutral to my will and matter;
wondering if pain could be an
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reality is limited by rules. dreams are encouraged by your imagination<3
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"We want truths to our own truths."
i love your style. cheers for watching/favouriting.
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To die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance, to dream.
Interesting gallery you have here, I enjoyed your photography, and you are a fantastic writer
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"We want truths to our own truths."
No, I just like tea - thought you might appreciate some :3
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so pregnant with meaning i am lactating not really
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