

Four in the MorningThe silence. At four in the morning the world is still. It is cold, almost lifeless. A thin layer of frost covers the ground, soon to turn to mist at sun's first light. Everything is peaceful. So as she walked, aided by the gentle glow of starlight, she found herself dreaming. She was a fox, even at four in the morning, especially at four in the morning, and a fox's dreams are cunning. Yet because the world was at peace so was her mind and her dreams were of calm things. The machinations of the material realm, the ever-present and overbearing worries of daFour in the Morning


Supliment 1 Rain streamed down the window in sheets, overflowing the gutter and spilling into the walk below. Even though it was fifty-six degrees outside Ben Derringer had the ceiling fan running at half-speed, the steady whir of the motor mingling with the pattering of rain and interment drum rolls of thunder. In the kitchen the radio was talking to itself in tongues, swapping form detergent ads to second-rate soaps in an effort to amuse. Across the hall in the bedroom, the willowy form of Resa lay sprawled on the bed, tossing and turning in attempt to get comfortable, wrapped tSupliment 1


My Light, My LoveHer eyes, a pale jade; sparkling, magnified, opalescent. Her hair breathes fire, radiating warmth and smelling of roses. What little is lost in her movements is captured by her hand, every articulation spilling beauty. Serene, delicate, her callousness is a facade masking the depth of her compassion and strength, her voice an uplifting chorus in perfect concert with the symphony that is her being.My Light, My Love
Her heart, the light of mine; My fire My Muse
My love.
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peace out, eggs for president!!
Hi sean, it's me Kam!
I am making a new profile in light of the (unfinished) creation of my new website and adoption of my brand new CUTE alias.
I would like all of my existing friends to add this profile (I will be getting rid of the other one) plz.
It is a cute alias to adopt, brand spanken' new and everything. Hope you update this one more then the last. I like your art.
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BUG CATCHER SEAN wants to fight!
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"Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. " - Kahlil Gibran
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Felix Alexander
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BUG CATCHER SEAN wants to fight!
BTW good to see you've written some new stuff, looking forward to reading it all.
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"Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. " - Kahlil Gibran
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