

drekTime escapes me.drek
It flees from me like a giggling imp child from its feeble grandmother. (Grandad, in his masculine weaknesses --- confused for strength, died long ago)
Enclaves of time in knowing - I find them, I enter them. I feel contentment, I think? but they're gone so fast I can't recall the feeling. the yawning of the recesses of my mind swallows them up. I am larger than I can comprehend. This part is annihilated by the gravity of the whole. Again I am hallow, again, imploding and crumbling dust blown away by the astral winds of the void.
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Spuderella
Bitter Ashes
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Really I don't like human nature unless all candied over with art.[link]
Virginia Woolf
Haven't been around much
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member of *Dark-Arts-Asylum
happy almost halloween.
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