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Elvis Costello is a smart man...His lyrics his voice the truth to him. I only wish at time that bold at times to have a definition of what I want ( Read more... )

Once again the clock has rolled around and yet again I am another year older. Some people dread birthdays others look forward to them. I'm sorta in the middle of the road thier bitter sweet. I have survived a full year of life on this planet and I haven't passed on to what is next...or what have you. I was never one for big parties either :) I ( Read more... )

Ever seen a painter just working on a peice of art and how he leaves it at the end of the day...Colors only half there peices of the work missing unfinished ideas only half expressed. Then important meaning is still hidden to the veiwer...Thats what I feel like most days. Like thiers something important missing in me. Maybe its my capacity to love ( Read more... )

Blue, that's what I'd name myself if I'd have gotten the decision in the matter, but like so many things in life I didn't get a choice. Why am I telling you my story now? Well perhaps because it's my only choice that I got in life ( Read more... )

Okay so this mornings dreams...odd and twisted and sort of scary. I was having an affair from the main bellhop from 4 rooms (Tim Roth). We were pretending that he was taking care of me while I was "sick" and once people were gone it was like 9 and a half weeks...But he was like the Character Sam the Bellhop...which is NOT right. I woke up shortly ( Read more... )

I updated my deviant art page leave comments...So I know what to improve on.

http://thekillingfrosts.deviantart.com/

First and foremost I would like to thank everyone for putting up with me as broken and twisted as I am. For those of you that knew me in person you understand what I mean. Today I have decided that it is high time I take to fix the empty space I have tried so hard to fill with so many things and get to the heart of the matter. I won't be online for ( Read more... )

He walked the city night streets head down hands tucked firmly in his pockets. The whiskey still clinging to his breath and hanging around him like a guilty halo. He frowned hearing her words echo louder then his footsteps. He frowned to himself as the world blurred in a whiskey kaleidescope of colors awash on the streets before him. He shook his ( Read more... )

I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion -
I have shudder'd at it.
I shudder no more.
I could be martyr'd for my religion
Love is my religion
And I could die for that.
I could die for you.
~ by John Keats ~