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rest areamy america's a loss collection an invention a requiem in b(urned bridge) flatrest area
reborn in insect-peppered roadside sacrament leaking dust to color brush
creeping climbing
hills to frame the big empty it gets me
thinking
pain is just
something we live with it ceases only
at the end of the life
that it
begins with
and I spend every precious instant (in altered states of existence)
crossing lines avoiding eyes creating dista
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Sin Sistersby *BossLogic
DreamcatcherMen. Men with guns. Why not? Two of them, two men, and in keeping with my usual themes they’ll be brothers. The older of the two, that’s Jack—and while we’re on the subject, the younger one’s Lawrence. God, just looking at them, you’re reminded—they’re the kind of people who can remind you—of what the difference is between the merely good-looking and the truly beautiful, between those of us who are fine to look at and those of us who are fine the same way a masterpiece is fine. These two men, our brothers, are really and truly handsome, so handsome it’s almost painful sometimes to look at them.Dreamcatcher
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- Current Residence: The Icebox
- Interests: Drawing, movies, music, animals
- Favourite movie: too many
- Favourite band or musician: Goo Goo Dolls
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative
- Favourite artist: Ursula Vernon
- Favourite poet or writer: Robert Frost
- Favourite game: Kingdom Hearts 1 and 2
- Favourite cartoon character: Pluto
- Personal Quote: All things end and so will I, so don't waste time and give me pie.
- Tools of the Trade: Graphite and digital
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"Time Passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me..." - Stephenie Meyer's "New Moon"
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