Oh, and the ptarmigan in question has to be blue. You'll see.


WormholesAshes and dust Eaten by earthworms Alive to the end,Wormholes
Holes through the bread,
Once broken, now stale.
Years pass lightly,
Wriggling six feet underfoot.
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Lifeless summers lead to Black winters A hundred times.
Each mourning Through to evening,
The end reaches Zenith and fades In to a new day.
Daisies pushed and pressed through print By one more salient twilight After ninety-nine miserable Christmases
Where the slug-days felt like months And the months were numbered.
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Visit my blog/gallery/forums
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Send me your writings! I will read and comment on everything.
Bent*Brittle
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I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine.
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"...When we found out that the three girls...up front shouting along to every song were 14-year-olds who had driven with their mother...from Michigan...it was an amazing show."
~Pitchfork Media
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"Demon seed in a dark suit."
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Bite my lip and close my eyes, take me away to paradise....
Cheers for the fav
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Pixie-Queen: Prone to impromptu bouts of silliness *sticks tongue out and pulls funny face*
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