

A Story in the Making"A Story in the Making"A Story in the Making
Out of my head it rains these words a multicolored flock of birds
swooping across the page like the actors on a stage.
They keep within the lines designed to expose what all they may find.
The words glisten like diamonds and gold, because they will never grow old.
In time they may lose meaning or die, but not before they have the chance to fly.
Coming together ruining the white space, they fly around creating another place.
A figure comes into the landscape have they a past, murder,


ParanoiaWings fluttering beating but going nowhere leftrightupdown must go towards that light it is just over there NO! No! no. That is wrong cantgo there light is death BUT fluttering is death! Moth, paranoia, moth paranoia mothparanoiaParanoia
mothanoia. Aaaaaaaand down down down. too much. Just too much. Nowhere going but beating fluttering wings
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Christmas Commissions are CLOSED
Work to be completed after Jan 12 is OPEN
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Smirap Designs
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Don't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast, faster than you could believe, don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink. Good luck.
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"What were you doing when I was out of the room??"
"I was pooping in the sink."
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"I have a life, I just don't visit it often." - =HellionAngel
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A joke is a very serious thing.
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[link] Counting Clouds - an exciting book!
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