Yodeling, Smokes on the balcony, Harry Potter, Music I have never heard before, Good people, Pickles, Coffee all day long, Audrey Hepburn, New sheets, Original ideas, Questions that don't have answers, Jive Turkey, Marilyn Monroe, True Beauty, Violas, My family(specifically Alison Marie), People who are thoughtful.
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Neil Gaiman, Charles Bukowski, Irvine Welsh, Ernest Faulkner, you shall know our velocity!, An Alchemy of Mind, HARRY POTTER, HARRY POTTER, HARRY POTTER, Alice through the looking glass, Anything that makes me think as people rarely do, or forces me to forget where I am and crawl into the pages I have in front of me
Wrappped in a cacoon of secret, precious silks her spirituality bears fruit in the darkness.Only in the depths of solitude can she find the elequant annotation that binds to all people of the past.She studies those broken-open years with a passion and completeness she doesn't believe possible.A beautifully grotesque moth attempts to take flight in the museum where she keeps her soul choloroformed and pinned to velvet.The presence of this raw angry force haunts her because it hints at an unknown preoccupation with destruction.She will now become a masked woman, dressed in white, no longer in a hoi polloi of missing people.I trust her as she leads me blindly through a doorway and up four flights of sinous stairs."This," she says "is only the beginning."And Indeed the beginning set her free