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"dreaming fire"her dreams were made of fire. each time she slept, small things scattered about her room would catch fire. a copy of seventeen magazine, the composition notebook her mother bought her for school, now filled with tiny four-line poems. then, larger things: the rocking horse her father built her when she was still a little girl."dreaming fire"
as she dreamt of finches and sparrows, her house burned down (quietly, gently without a word, in black-and-white stop-motion), her room blazing in technicolor. when she awoke, the pieces of her room had been put back together without a sound.
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"Dwadzieścia prawie lat
I w czapkę znaczek wpięty,
Papieros w kącie warg
Niedbale uśmiechniętych."
sorry ): ):
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Failure is not an option. It is a privilege reserved only for those who try [the genius' of hard work!]
Mike?
jeebus! its been forever =]
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( . .) Zero Bunnie will take over the world!
c(")(") Fear Me! =]
I've actually been going on here, 'cept for this time, I was out camping, so no internets.
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( . .) Zero Bunnie will take over the world!
c(")(") Fear Me! =]
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"If saving money means a lot of steps, then call me-the Lincoln-Memorial."
~xClub-Cetaceanx
~Splash-Zone
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