Anyways I'm busy now so I won't get to update like i used to... but i'm keep a journal so I should be having something at least once a month. Now off to bed with this tired would-be-author.
C'est Le Vie! (i think)


Thoughts on the GraveHe was her best friend, her brother. He was the one who knew her like no one else. He was her heart, her soul, her imagination. He was half of her brain, half of her mind; he was the moon: full and bright on Solstice nights; he was the sunset on a radiant day. He was her everything, her anything, but he never knew it.Thoughts on the Grave
She was his best friend, his sister. She was the one who knew him like no one else ever could dear. She was his anger, his jealousy, his joy and his laughter. She was a half of his brain, half of his mind; she was the sun: brilliant and zealous on a cloudless day; she was the sunrise on a fabulous night. She was his


One DayIt's like crouching in the rain. Naked beneath unforgiving steal drops. Vulnerable to all. No one to protect you and hold you. One day you're going to have to tilt your head back and welcome the unyielding truth and despair. It's like sitting on the couch watching neverending superbowl commercials.One Day
One day you'll just have to curl up and laugh at the crude, the lewd and the otherwise bland array of advertisements. It's like standing up in front of a mirror trying to envision a gown draping over curves that you know shouldn't exist.
One day you'll have to take a breath and wear that gown, curves or no


Life IsLife is an accident filled with morose consequences; diverging, converging and twisting paths; it’s an accident that helps a spirit to grow and evolve. It’s what happens when a person cries tears for the first time in their lives; it’s the accident that signifies a change so great the world could shift beneath that weight of it.Life Is
It’s the path that you choose when you head to school; it’s what you utter under your breath at your truest enemies. Life is the catastrophe called birth; it’s the winding convoluted stairway to eternal sleep. It’s what’s going to keep you from slipping into insanity’s ocean of peace and solitude;


One Link in DestinyWeaving a piece of tapestry takes a single hand at a time; one thread over the other, one piece of yarn under the next. Learning to walk takes a single step, one foot before the next, one arm after the last. Slowly but surely you build your future, direct yourself upon a path and set your goal at completing it. One knot at a time can be unloosed and untangled; only one choice can be made in life before you can make any others. It’s the fact of life; there is no way around it.One Link in Destiny
Twist around in the sky and watch the moon’s phases. Only one step at a time and she will slowly wane away into a fine powder and then back into noth
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It's no secret ambition bites the nails of success
Every artist is a cannibal, every poet ia a thief
All kill their inspiration and sing about the grief.
The Fly - U2
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Life is a sexually transmitted disease.
Shoot everything is transmitted sexually these days! Might as well jump the bandwagon and ENJOY!
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Life is a sexually transmitted disease.
Shoot everything is transmitted sexually these days! Might as well jump the bandwagon and ENJOY!
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~DemoniCat
Ill add you to my msn list and ill try to send you a piece of paper to make heads and faces... bodies.. well, are not my best as you can see , and that's why my draws always have lots of head... and not so much bodies, but im working on that already.. ^-^ so... ill cyu soon.. ^-^ hope you acept the msn invitation ^-^ bye!
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