| A quality of ignorance, self-deception may be necessary to the poet's survival. Jim Morrison |


Hide and SeekHide and Seek Hot and ColdHide and Seek
games which I don't like to play, especially if they include feelings, so I don't want to play them with you
anymore


Your eyesI can hear voice of happiness calling meYour eyes
down there behind the horizon,
but I like to be here surrounded by black
to watch your eyes that are sparkling with sorrow,
maybe one day they will be full of joy,
until than I'm happy when I can give you a smile just for a moment.....


Self-recyclingYour hands are recycled paper used by someone before me been disposed by several and thought wasted by many but they always look beautiful to me I wouldn't have sent them to the bin one more time [this time the paper itselfSelf-recycling
decided to go to waste so someone else would have it]


Excerpt: Mon Couer Est En VousThree hours, that's how long I'd been staring at the pictures, taking in every detail. My eyes couldn't find a damn thing in common, aside from the fact it seemed like they'd been killed with some kind of knife. Could it be like mine? I thought. My own knife was made from the sword of St. Michael, one of the only materials able to kill demons. Painfully, and slowly. Cooper's eyes flashed through my mind, it took everything in me to push them away. "Jesus Christ," I swore, throwing the papers across the kitchen table.Excerpt: Mon Couer Est En Vous
"Is there any information you can give me to help, Kai?" I yelled.
I took a moment, brushing
| A quality of ignorance, self-deception may be necessary to the poet's survival. Jim Morrison |
I think I should change the name of folder hmm
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Come to the edge, he said,
They said: We are afraid
Come to the edge, he said.
They came,
He pushed them,
...and they flew.
Guillaume Apollinaire
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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Blackbird singing in the dead of night.
My youtube [link]
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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...my name is THANK YOU!
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