So, I've finished reading through all of the journal entries here. It's kind of crazy how many ideas I had before that just either didn't get picked up again, or were just set on the back burner. This is like a moratorium of ancient thoughts and poetry and so on.

Michelle passed away, that being archethereal. We'd gotten divorced some time ago. We were ( Read more... )

Because sometimes I can't ( Read more... )

We walked arm in arm ( Read more... )

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This song is futuristic - so hardcore ( Read more... )

The last opened vein was a call to your savior, you ended ( Read more... )

God knows I try.

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I dreamt I was dying - as I so often do. And when I awoke, I was sure it was true. I ran to the window and threw my head to the sky, and said: "Whoever is up there, please don't let me die ( Read more... )

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When there's nothing left to burn ( Read more... )