Now I'm just an opossum.


of birds and raindocument 1.of birds and rain
may 17th.
"if this is how it starts how hard is the rest going to be?"
may 18th passes. so does june 22nd. in the time between and after, I am left only with my birds and the rain
and it rains all the time.
august 7th. I can no longer hear the geiger-counter clicking of the gutters over the echoes of crows and car horns, though the mud that devours my shoelaces each morning tells me the storm still hits while I'm asleep.
november 24th and even the pigeo
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
Now you can buy my book here!--------->>> [link]
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First, know that your words have power. Over your environment, the people you meet, friends and family, and most especially, over you. Then realize that you have power over your words.
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Shilo: You're real?!
Graverobber: ....duh.
-Repo! The Genetic Opera
I stuck to... Ratha.
The only reason I'm not Ratha here is someone beat me to it >< And last time I looked they're not even active. Damn it!
So from Olathe to Canada, huh? You were damn serious when you said you wanted to get far away...
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Shilo: You're real?!
Graverobber: ....duh.
-Repo! The Genetic Opera
I need to make more deviantartable art.
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Shilo: You're real?!
Graverobber: ....duh.
-Repo! The Genetic Opera
I tracked you down.
It's been forever since I've talked to you. Been wondering how you've been doing.
Stef Ross
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