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About Me Member General Addict andreajamieUnited States Recent Activity Deviant for 1 Year
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KarmaGirlKarma

Tue Jun 16, 2009, 8:41 AM
  • Mood: Wow!
  • Listening to: Dilated people's
  • Reading: Siddhartha
  • Drinking: water
Well I decided it woul be a good Idea to add to some of this stuff, it is all very good, I am impressed with how we usedthe forum of writing to break uo peacefully (?), I plan on cutting it down, and adding to it, Yep I got some Karma, and now that my situation has changed I will use this as a release again.

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:iconevhappyil:
Why cant i log into this? I have a new character!
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:iconandreajamie:
I am so sick. ever bleed with no way to stop it? pain pain pain pain
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addition to part 2. sorry it took so long. love.

One with all she breathes soft mists
she has trudged through swamps looking for a house in the bog
seeking the woman of the woods, seeking the potion of eternal youth.
To taste the knowledge to wet her fantasies
lifting her skirts, her possesions on her back, at times her face turns red and the dirt turns to mud in her eyes brows.
Trudging through, whistling,
picking flowers to give, young ferns to eat

She has roamed through cites
seeking
ghosts of knowledge
found on street benches
and back alleys
and sometimes,
large neon lights

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