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The House Guest.She runs around the attic screaming at night. She sprawls herself out over floorboards, bone and sinew, carving peepholes so dead eyes can watch.The House Guest.
Her kneecaps crack, hands are gnarled and scarred, all curvature of the spine and protruding hips, gums dripping blood and saliva all over my Great Grandmothers linen. Says she'll cripple me and all my daughters.
I tell her she's an uninvited guest, a squatter, a parasite. She insists I couldn't have better company. Someone needs to keep tabs on me. To be quite honest, nobody else seems to be keeping things in order these days.
I call her hag. Witch. I'd like
Willow
| A happy loner. Extremely introverted, shy and retiring. Most likely to be found in her hermit cave plotting world domination. On that note, also known to be rather obsessive. Fortunately for her, this is often mistaken for willpower. Noted as a complete nutcase with an absurd sense of humor. For the Myers-Briggs inclined folk, one of the lesser spotted INTJ females. She is much like Marmite. And she doesn't like Marmite much at all... |
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The Rebel Jezebel"
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Cada vez que sueño, es para despertar en el INFIERNO...
Cheers!
-Andrea
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To Hear me is to know you are deaf
To See me is to know you are blind.
To Touch me is to know destruction.
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Die Liebe hat einen Triumph und der Tod hat einen,
die Zeit und die Zeit danach.
Wir haben keinen.
Nur Sinken um uns von Gestirnen.Abglanz und Schweigen.
Doch das Lied überm Staub danach
wird uns übersteigen.
(Ingeborg Bachmann)
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"The genius of Einstein leads to Hiroshima."
Pablo Picasso
Anyway- love your gallery! Erneside is lovely.
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I could not speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence
May the fetus you save be a Black Gay Wiccan Democrat.
Screw Prop 8 in the @$$.
And thank you!
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Great men are like eagles, and build their nest on some lofty solitude.
- Arthur Schopenhauer
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I could not speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence
May the fetus you save be a Black Gay Wiccan Democrat.
Screw Prop 8 in the @$$.
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I am a firm believer in Dr. Douchebag's Magic Slut-Boning Technique for Nerds.
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