But suddenly I'm finding joy in these short poems I've been writing, which demand choosing words so carefully and yet seem to me to communicate how I feel so much better than rambling.
I guess it's really only communication if someone is listening... or is it? If a tree falls and nobody's around to hear it...?
Ars gratia artis









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Me: Dude, It's a fake.
Mo: Why?
Me: This is an Octagon.
Mo: Lame.
P.S. The chick in that second featured drawing of yours is quite a looker
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If I never knew you
I'd be safe, but half as real...
livejournal/gallery
Oh and I can introduce you if you want
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Dig hard.
Dig deep.
Run for shelter.
Never look back.
Isaiah 12:2
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I will close my ears and my heart and I will be a stone.
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"Im not fooling. Hes not kidding. Were not bluffing! Im bluffing. But the rest of us. We mean business." - Alpha
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