Dearest Readers ( Read more... )

I'm in a ship and for some reason i am panicing and i run into another sector of the ship. As i am running into the other part sections are being locked down with lowering doors and quarentined. In the firt dream i get out in time and am on the saffe part of the ship. Part of the ship detaches and a model of the outside is shown and an ( Read more... )

The world is dead ( Read more... )

a poem by Jon Owen ( Read more... )

there is deep inside of me a symphony of sound ( Read more... )

"Of course you can cry, think of the sadest thing you can remember" "I can't think of that..." For I haven't cryed since ( Read more... )

And it all ended there in the light of a fresh gray moon ( Read more... )

Survey courtesy of Krissy's LJ, im a thief. I changed it abit.

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Dear reader ( Read more... )

Log 356, current place: room ( Read more... )