But hey, I'm back now, and I'll be updating sporadically again once we get the scanner connected to the computer.
Muahahaha.


Girl Cinnamon, Guy ChalkPushing through fabrics like this is like plastic. All droopy and it sticks to your hands and Lo! Behold the stranger there in the doorway. Catching fish falling from the air like dropped kneecaps. Mist and shadow, sings the hobbit in your ears. Your ears, and they clap their hands over them and take your voice.... Burn your lungs while you scream, but no one will hear you, ever, because the meds and the teachers and all those little schoolbooks with the patchwork history hold your tongue and make you good.Girl Cinnamon, Guy Chalk
Good. Good. Sticky at the back of your throat kind of good. Children choke on good. Put your books under the car


Blood ParasitesTasting blood Is tasting life Is tasting Everything and anything you could ever hope for Ever wish for Ever desire Crave Need with Every fibre of your being and being deprived of it is TORTURE Its like a slow death Like Like going cold turkey from some Highly addictive drugBlood Parasites
You're fine if you never tried it but once you have you're doomed and There's No
Escape
Not really anyway.
Falling into a trance and not dreaming I'm just helpless here And I cant breathe Without that. Without


SolaceYou can find a little solace In all your weaknesses. But we'll be there.Solace
On hands and knees You'll crawl. We'll invade Every breath you take And every thought you think. Until there's nothing left there, We will reap what you have sown.
Home isn't there And no family waits With open arms and smiles.
All your favourite books are gone And your children dont return your calls. You cant find where you put your car keys And all your jewelry has turned to rust.
There's nothing left for you here But despair &n


White Room"It's been a while.." Sierra's burgundy-coloured hair seemed all the brighter in the white room. Her hazel eyes glowed. All of her glowed, a trick of the white room. No direct light, only the light of your soul.White Room
Delicious, Shadowe thought. Edible. "It has. Where have you been?" Shadowe flicked her gaze over the vampire, circling her, her face impassive. Her lips mouthed words silently, mutterings that would never quite escape those plump, blood stained lips. "Existing? Liessa and I were in New Orleans when you vanished. Please stop doing that, it's rather disconcerting." She reached out and touch
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