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In the beginning was the end as in the end was the beginning- the cycle continues on as we recall, relive the days of yore once more- wash..

Civil war bullets scraps, bits mangled from entering bodies manifested into spheres, sculpted from their corpses unto my hands placed on gla..

I was one of those students who always passed, no matter how little work I did. I never read the books assigned, not even the cliff notes..

Fear is an instinct built into our delicate, complicated systems to warn us of danger, harm, ill will that may come our way. It has been p..

At the age of fourteen the first thing they took from me was my appendix. Although, afraid I walked within a day and was promptly rele..

for those few moments in time...

Ping pong tournaments in our basement all the family came to see who would win the coveted prize, a director's chair. Tennis games too out on..

Light Becomes You with the flickering in your eyes I see no demise of that which brings us together our gaze met once again in the Brightne..

My sixth sense awakened in violet, magenta, purple majestic spewing forth the aura sensationally aware of these beings about me consumed by rag..

You called out my name in ecstatic screams of delight, perhaps fright at the position I had taken one of submission stretched out upon the sheets..