If I never find god and I never find you. There were no gates not gods or angels. No devil with a flaming hatred. Only you without your thoughts. And only you with all your thinking. I sat down beside you to hear you talk. And all I felt was the carpet, soft. But right beside me where you were before.

To start this a little quote from a cartoon, sugar and spice and everything nice this is how little girls are made. Not sure why I thought of it but there it is, it has almost nothing to do with this blog I just thought it might be a little treat from me to you dear reader.

My blog is merly my observations on anything everything i see in my day to day life. Hot scorching hot white grands spread across a wide plain.

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Frenetic Workings of an Ardent Scribbler. My name is Riley Wood and I sort of write things from time to time. This blog is an amalgamation of pieces written for a creative writing class and a literature studies class. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Requiem for a Dream Review.

No ones forcing you to have a rent boy on speed dial. You are Animoo is geyh, huehuehue lol. The other day I was watching some TV, somebody over my shoulder sa.

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