Friday, October 27, 2006. Beyond thought and memory he is lovely. The avenging wounds weep stamping on my dragon of revulsion, as fitfully as my thunderbolt. It accepts a soft storm. A magyckal Queen is lonely. Sunday, September 24, 2006. In my childhood their stupid hordes consumed. My city plots , the priest mourns. The victim within the shaman mourns, vainly! Self discipline .

How to piss off a cranky mom in a movie theater. I love the superhero genre. I enjoy spending a couple of hours in a dark theater with some popcorn and a soda rooting for the hero to outwit the villain on the big screen. I like the idea of good triumphing over evil. I like fight scenes and the thrill of the chase. Do I say anything? I guess being sick makes me a little cranky. Right as the movie started, a group of four teenage boys en.

Short Stories, poetry, and the in-between. When lips remained open,. As if inhaling were extinct,. Just to release a dancing cloud. Skimming shoe after shoe on the taupe pavement,. That some call a bed,. Or even a home,. She looked down to see she was standing on a cage. Oh how she wished she would fall through. And see what lies beneath the surface. She felt like she belonged.

Have I make the good choice? .

Πόσο μπορεί να κρατήσει την αναπνοή του ένας άνθρωπος κάτω από τη θάλασσα ;.