It's moved! To my newer account. [link]
Sooooo. The plot has been revised and I hope to post it up sometime soon.
Just wanted to let everyone knowww. (:


Distorted.Twisted images crafted by a horrid figure, Plaguing more than you would think. Too many crying eyes that constantly disfigure. Take a breath and try to blink.Distorted.
Evil goliath creatures with tongues that shall lie, Whispering to broken girls. Every doubt is amplified to depths that whisk by, Forcing tears down brimful curls.
Evenings are followed with a desperate minds eye, It cries on vanitys base. Each one of Jobs comforters gone with a sigh, She lifts the mirrors dirty gaze.
Vacant eyes stare ahead at the rigid corners,


Not Sure Yet.00. I d u n n o y e t .Not Sure Yet.
Both tires on the monster below hissed as they came to halt. I was thankful I was the first person at the stoplight; I could in no way trust myself to stop soon enough behind another car. Certainly not on a slick road at two in the morning. I couldnt determine which was shaking more: my body itself, or the newly-purchased beast it sat upon. Sitting up slowly, I straightened my back. Due to my pessimistic attitude towards my abilities, it had been arched painfully the entire ride.
Why did I talk myself into buying a motorcycle? Complete
like the girl with the good looking kirsten stewart face.....the face she would have if she were pretty.....
(i use ... too much) mrs fite would blow a cap, and talk for an hour about the proper use of ellipses....its gotten to the point where i see them in a book were required to read and i flinch
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How many of you believe in psycho kinesis?...Raise my hand
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How many of you believe in psycho kinesis?...Raise my hand
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I'm in this world, not of it.
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How many of you believe in psycho kinesis?...Raise my hand
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I'm in this world, not of it.
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