Saturday, December 10, 2011. It is beginning to set in again. Sunday, November 13, 2011. Intertwining connections do not occur when there are severances to be discovered. Monday, November 07, 2011. I am not one to feel incomplete. The word feel cannot even being to describe incomplete, or even give it meaning.

On Tuesday, December 30, 2014. That connects me to here. Like a crime scene I do not fear but detest. Repenting, skin and bones changing. Roles and my soles turn to ice cream cones. On Friday, February 17, 2012. You will never read this.

Salut, ici vous trouverez une fiction sur le beau et talentueux Fernando Torres.

Saturday, March 17, 2012. There were no birds, in a darkened night,. Where fell a silent rain fast and true. Where calm winds blew, across wasted lands,. And no moon nor sun ever grew. No mountains loomed on this forsaken terra,. Yet cold was this blighted land. Like winters gone, of ages past,. When still was an ocean along sand. And neither were there lights,. In the darkest skies above. And dark were the waters that endless flowed,. To fall through the womb of earth. Then began a silent rain of sorts,.