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The ocean turned to glass one night,
A gale blows through curved wave crests.
The fauna struggled against the contoured tombs,
All lost, all still beneath her thousand breasts.

Empty skyline, abyssal symphony,
The void within holds the nothing near.
Ova witness the shore of the silent sea
And disappear, we always disappear.

demons are not metaphors. they are real.

I have taken ill, so the next couple of days will probably be spent in bed for moi. We'll just have to see.

OK, I'm gone. I won't be back online for a few days. Ja na. Happy VD :p

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*$*^#&@*^$&%(!@$(*&%!!!!!!

ALIENS!!! THE PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN!!!

(fumbling for the keyboard)

don't lose it, don't lose it...

(gets keyboard situated)

...

(stares blankly at the screen)

damnit!

I'll be taking an english test here in about five minutes. Whee!