Ice man. To match your heart. Where the dreams melted. Dressed and present. Absent. Absinthe. Sips to take the mind on journeys. Hard roads and decadence. Dancing. Electric soldiers. March. Almost the cruelest month. More days. More ways of saying no. Creative spirits exposed. No I can't make a sale. Guns. Bunnies. Refracted imagery. Crumble to succeed. Rebuilt. Renege. . . . Off to the land of . . . .
withdrawn
exhausted
Blogs I Read
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- Renewed hope, revoked tremors. I'm shaking yet har...
- Couldn't hear you, but now I feel you. Think I'm d...
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- Improbable probables. Parables and night watches. ...
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