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This is my blogchalk: United States, GEORGIA, ATLANTA, FULL OF HOUSES, English, SECRET, Female, 26-30, WRITING, PHOTOGRAPHY. Writing breaks open the vaults of the dead and the skies behind which the prophesying angels hide. - sylvia.plath
Nobody's creepy from the inside, Hazel. Some of them are sad, and some of them hurt, and some of them think they're the only real thing in the world. But they're not creepy. - Death
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Our existence deforms the universe. That's responsibility. -Delirium2009-09-23 - 7:04 p.m. Spiders and Silverfish: If I'm not sharing my sheets with one I'm shaking the other out of my shoes, here's some countryland blues. I have my wolf band design almost completed and I'll be getting that with some wreck money whenever it comes around (it'll go around). I have wild horses and glaciers and frontier land on next year's agenda, and one never knows what other countries may dance on the horizon. I am borderline and growing and I've been set loose in the kitchen so there will be homemade, handmade bread next week and Favors will be leaving the desert. I had a pomegranate ceremony last night for the first day of the falling season, because we should always be thankful for the shadows that teach us the surety of our own steps. Sight is not the only way to see where you are going.
ulterior motives - fortune telling
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