Sleep is the cousin of death... |
... And so it was that there would be only one. A task so large and unobtainable that this momentus occasion was surely doomed. I gathered what I could use from her remains and headed straight up that...
Posted by on Sat, 14 May 2005 12:58:00 GMT |
In the Vinkus.. |
Nothing excites me anymore.. everything being so melodramatic..
It doesnt fight me anymore..
I guess my emptiness is a screaming cry for help that nobody hears.
Im filthy and vile. I never save my...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Feb 2005 10:06:00 GMT |
deep in the depths of darkness.. |
something winds through narrow parths devouring light and all that is seen through shallow eyes as good. an oak provides shelter from the swarming mob, pitchforks angered and lowered to position. torc...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Feb 2005 00:06:00 GMT |
