No more ifs and maybes |
Who's to say a sidelong glance with a sweet turned up smile does not constitute as romance, or languid moments sharing stories, or laughing fits where we fall to our knees clutching at our sides?&nb...
Posted by Sinder on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 08:44:00 PST |
In my Pokkit |
Soon to be published!!! YAY!!!In my Pokkit by: Sinder Sarga It's time... My names dance on the tip of your tongue. Our heated session has just begun. Forgotten m...
Posted by Sinder on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 09:27:00 PST |
We laugh at YOU |
Now it's public: Please stop being pathetic it makes you look like an ass. Nobody wants to hear how you're doing, nobody cares. In case you didn't notice earlier the kindness shown is onl...
Posted by Sinder on Fri, 09 May 2008 02:02:00 PST |
The great whore |
The "great whore" of the biblical book of Revelation is featured in chapters 17 and 18. Many passages define symbolic meanings inherent in the text: 17:4 And the woman was arrayed in purple and scar...
Posted by Sinder on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 06:55:00 PST |
Serenity |
Take My Love, Take My LandTake Me Where I Cannot StandI Don’t Care, I’m Still FreeYou Can’t Take The Sky From MeTake Me Out To The BlackTell Them I Ain’t Comin’ BackBurn ...
Posted by Sinder on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 08:17:00 PST |
For my bestfriends.... |
This goes out to Pokkits and Kal-Dole. Thank you both for everything you guys have done, I love you guys with all my heart and will tear apart anyone who even looks at you guys sideways. I...
Posted by Sinder on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 01:52:00 PST |
This Week in Three Words |
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Posted by Sinder on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 06:22:00 PST |
JUMP! |
There's only so much you can learn in one placeThe more that I wait, the more time that I wasteI haven't got much time to waste, it's time to make my wayI'm not afraid of what I'll face, but I'm afrai...
Posted by Sinder on Thu, 12 Jul 2007 08:24:00 PST |
*sigh* |
She was driving last Friday on her way to CincinnatiOn a snow white Christmas EveGoing home to see her Mama and her Daddy with the baby in the backseatFifty miles to go and she was running low on fait...
Posted by Sinder on Thu, 12 Jul 2007 07:25:00 PST |
Nothing... |
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief ca...
Posted by Sinder on Thu, 28 Jun 2007 01:14:00 PST |
