ofenchant's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- plastic
She seems at ease, on holidays, her commanding point an attitude so vile and eyes so wicked she, may never find or ever see. She isn't all she seems to be. The world is full of knocks and twists and turns it isn't full of grace and bitch perfection wherever she goes she'll find destruction, life is all that it is and nothing more she'll never see. Higher than the trees and branches, leaves, a cloud or two and sky and bats that swarm in cluster by the very other end of our feet is reaching down to pull us up and souls our other searchers meet, it's all in that it is we find the peculiarity sublime. Strange, to think a girl so small and quiet causes such confliction, strange until you meet her and think, how can a creature walk so tall with a heart so heavy. What is her spine made of? 12:04 a.m. - 2005-12-31 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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