| My greatest masterpiece. Clearly. |
I'm On A Horse

Mary Sue: A Rebellion in PoemIt was night. Lemon Morland was seventeen, two weeks out of highMary Sue: A Rebellion in Poem
school, and not tired in the slightest despite the ungodly hour. She
stood on the balcony of her art deco house
a present from her
adoptive grandparents
looking out at the night. The little mansion
perched on a cliff overlooking the sea, and its extensive grounds
bordered a great forest
the same forest Amber Smith had vanished
into six years before.
| Of all these things that I create not one my need can satiate not one can fill this gaping wound make green the waste, rebuild the ruined cities of my bleeding heart not one can make my soul restart. So what's the use of making things that no one sees? what reasonings beyond false betterment of self can justify the grave unhealth of writing simply self to feed but only making worse the need...? |
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I saw your mom last night...
namaste,
SuburbanAngst
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Nothing wrong with doing something strictly for the joy of it - don't have to reinvent the wheel. Just here to have fun. Like my feedback? Put me on your dAwatch & let's make it a 2-way street.
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I saw your mom last night...
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Nothing wrong with doing something strictly for the joy of it - don't have to reinvent the wheel. Just here to have fun. Like my feedback? Put me on your dAwatch & let's make it a 2-way street.
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"Happiness isn't good enough for me! I demand euphoria!"
-Calvin and Hobbes
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I saw your mom last night...
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