Sublime'Neath rapid fading light And tilt-a-whirling sky Does the hill now im my sight Support my upraised cry.Sublime
"There live no times in greatness when All's polite and fine, but Yet a year or two to name her? A chameleon called Sublime
Dizziness would be her And despair t'would be her hair Eyes a-shine, a-strand, and framed Painful - without a care
Walk! O, dimming shine! Walk! River brine! Walk! Dove so panicked! Walk! My sweetly sinned Germanic"
There lies yet a path Fall owes me Run! She cries aloud.
The Memoirist If only I hadn’t grown old!The Memoirist
When I was young I thought I should develop the good sense not to age and drop off like a butterfly in high summer. Unfortunately, I wasted all my time in England, and was surprised when age caught up with me.
I am what I am not, which amounts to a great many things when I think about it. So, I walk the innumerable miles down to the lakeshore each day, and uncountable eons back, expressly to brood.
There is a Great White Heron that resides in that blue-gray lake. She spends her time with her ears wet
Caolan and his Crane -excerpt-“Here, take my gloves.”Caolan and his Crane -excerpt-
Caolan snatched the gloves and the flare from his aunt, who licked her thumb and wiped the dust form his face, giving him a thin, bitter smile.
Raston spoke up, drawing Nadya away from Caolan before he could squirm away.
“If you fail, I’ll have to bleed your heart through my samovar, you realize. Best not to try, yes?” Raston smiled his viper smile, revealing unnaturally pointed teeth.
Nadya narrowed her eyes. “You won’t fail, will you, Caolan? You’re going to survive.”
Caolan loo
Coffeeshop XX tapped her cigarette onto the patio, the newspaper splayed out like a bad coat before her.Coffeeshop
XY was beside her, drinking coffee. Or rather, he was choking on the coffee that had been filled with sugar rather than cream by the barista. XX laughed at him, offering her napkin.
XY fanned out and dried his shirt, grumbling.
XX said, “You know, that does not bode well for your day. Want to check the horoscopes this morning?”
XY stuffed a few napkins down his shirt. “I don’t care, I’m
Devious Journal Entry
Nervous
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we have talked in forever.
i'm about to send off my application to walnut hill. i'm also applying to idyllwild. i'm having a lot of trouble trying to decide if i want to go for creative writing or for visual arts.
anyway, how are you doing? is school just absolutely amazing? i read your journal entry about not get enough sleep; i hope it's not too hard and that ur having an amazing learning experience.
okay, well, i'll talk to you soon i hope.
peace, kendall
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