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the new me: January 2011
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Sitting in a noisy house wondering what the year has in store. So many lines and marks and ways to go. How it goes anyone would know? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). It's me, it's me. Immensely fictional words, reality optional.
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the new me: December 2010
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Faceless looking inside myself. Tarnished endings disappear into the seaside. Toasting glasses clink against the sandstorm of time. Ripped from the fabric of itself. Snowy winter swirling flakes winter air bright sunshine cold hands warm cocoa wet mittens gloppy boots snowman snow angel snowball sled boots plow shovel iced trees. A reflected mirror image not her own. Angry spiteful vengeful facade looks back. A shadow of herself. Not who she wants needs to be. The evil twin sneaks out. It's me, it's me.
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the new me: November 2013
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In my hands, furry fuzzy plush. Waiting for the weekend. Folded softly and neatly. In comfort all day. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). It's me, it's me. Immensely fictional words, reality optional.
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the new me: secrets
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Saying too much has always been an issue for her. Not saying enough was never a real problem. Always speaking, thinking, wondering, assuming, wishing, writing, believing. Sharing has been something she's longed to do. With someone, anyone. Trusting someone else, baiting them to pass along details. Hoping they would not share what was meant to be kept private. At the tone, leave a message.if you dare! And thanks for visiting :-). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). It's me, it's me.
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the new me: September 2010
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The quiet depth of the morning. Confuses and confounds me. My senses demand,. Alert and expectant,. Wandering the rooms of my mind. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). It's me, it's me. Immensely fictional words, reality optional.
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Sean the Vampire: About This Story
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Maybe that's why men declare war - because they have a need to bleed on a regular basis. Brett Butler. Watch as a reluctant vampire, Sean, tracks down serial killers and other bad guys for his dinner with the help of his trusty sidekick, a Ghost Toasty named Doctor Death. Begun as participation in Raven’s. Game [which I no longer do], this story is evolving into an online novel in serialized form.). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A Vanessa V. Kilmer blog. Simple theme. Powered by Blogger.
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Frankly Speaking...: Wordzzle Week 57
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A spot to air my thoughts on sex, relationships, popular culture, current affairs, more sex and everything else in between. Apoplexy, doctor, hummingbird, shallow end of the pool, brigadier general, mustard, greed, parallelogram, slumber party, casual. Stuart in his usual low and monotonous voice educated Brigadier General Mustard. On the realities of his current condition. Ly There is no quick fix here! All the while, the brigadier general. Stared out of the window, focusing past the parallelogram.
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goodgirlcreates: Teardrop two
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Fleeting moments of creativity. She whispered as she tore another page to read from the Diary of the Lost Soul:. No more loneliness in this soul that will no longer be lost. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I write, take pictures, and try to create music. As I love colour I haven't seemed to have moved off the subject matter of flowers when doing photography. I find them to be captivating and extremely photogenic! View my complete profile. There was an error in this gadget. So about what I said.
