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Katewithlove
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- Last Record: 2012-03-24 19:00:55 -1000
- Joined: Oct 09, 2011
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she thinks she used to smoke in a past life because every now and again she gets the urge for that lingering sensation to calm her nerves. when she is alone she likes to tell stories about fictional people because she doesn't like to be alone with her thoughts. she sings along with the radio while she cleans and she dreams of the ghosts that haunt her. she over thinks and and zones out to daydream. she wants to know more about the world around her. she talks in hushed tones because those around don't take time to listen. Crowds scare her. she wants to see the world but the ghosts of her past hold her back. she writes most thoughts down even if they are in broken patterns because she is not just she. ghosts can't hold a strong will back. she is confidence, love, hope and she is filled with more ability than she knows what to do with. she just needs to believe.
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He was strong and courage never left his side. It was as if it was tattooed on his skin. Strong yet no real visible emotion. never unrecognizable ...always a memory, and ... |
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the man is inspiredby many and the words written in their skin and the words that are their muse for everyday.
this a begining cartoon of what I call Doughnut Pass ... it stems from a joke my father used to make while on car trips as a child. the joke was based on the Do Not Pass signs along the one road we used to travel. there may be an imroved virson coming soon but if you would like to do your own vision have at be because I would love to see it. you all are so talented!
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Take your face off.Wipe it clean with soap. The paint that brighten's it also hides it.So many faces and yours is new every day. bronzed powder slides on as a sinful delight as it covers the pal... |
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another sleepless night another sleepless sheep 1,2, 3... no use for counting just writing.
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As a child I wanted to know if the single trees in the fields got lonely. |
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Does he have a name? just called teddy by many. the children come play but pass him by. tucked into a corner with his big brown eyes shinning from the light.<... |
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staring off into nowhere. laughter in the distance from the floor above my head. noticing the clock stopped at five o'one. vents are like a portal where stori... |
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The mirror doesn't see what you see. The reflection is perception. |
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See the red light flashing see it steady and true See it say "look at me I'm a star too" like one of those heavenly diamonds that can't be replaced |
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Dancing with Disaster and all he could do was step on my feet. And the unanswered knock of Opportunity turned out to just be Death waiting for his dance since Disaster was merely supposed t... |
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