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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.


"snow" It was the first snow of 1998, and my brother, Daniel and I stood out on the front porch. Our mother was talking to us from inside the doorway, serene as ever. Are you sure youll be okay? Are you positive? Super-positive? Are you wearing enough layers? Are you cold, do you need a scarf? Oh, Ill just go in and get one from the clos"snow"
Mom. Were fine, Daniel said, brusquely. He was a stout child of about ten, and I was six. I was covered in so many layers of coats and snowpants and mittens that I could barely walk. My brother wore only a li
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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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"Oh my gosh, Liz Lemon! Isn't there a Slankie somewhere you should be filling with your farts?!"
~xClub-Cetaceanx
~Splash-Zone
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