SugarSaccharine phychadellic Sticky sweet Mouths all smilingSugar
Yet full of teeth What is fake and what is real Where's the boundary between What we can and cannot feel? Swirling scenery Knives of fluff Beware the sugar It's nasty stuff Lured like a fly Now you're stuck See past the sugar You're drowning in muck Lengths of tulle
Wrap round your brain Don't fit their values And you're insane Resist the man Open your eyes The man is a spider Don't be a fly
Essay The first words on a page-like young virgin blood spilled in sacrifice to some lined paper god. There is such potential there-the right word conveys the thoughtful planning that came before-sweat, tears, and sleepless lights turned into ink.Essay
Reading onwards, the shape of the essay starts to form-billowing across the page like ink in water. The attitude and speaker are soon evident-but like a soul this section widely varies yet should not be lost in importance. The body, like my own, gives strenth and supports all other necessary functions. It is now, if one has a question, you will find the answer-if
Snape's EpilogueIt was the purest white he had ever seen. Blinding, almost, yet he was not squinting. In fact, he was not scowling, either. Severus Snape’s trademark expression had abandoned him, leaving behind one of tranquility and content. He felt as if the overwhelming gravity that used to pound on his head, furrow his brows, and slouch his shoulders was gone. He felt light, yet stable on what was now soft, dewy grass.Snape's Epilogue
All around him the brilliant white was fading away to reveal a small clearing in a green and luminous forest. There was no sun. Every leaf, every blade of grass, every flower petal seemed to emit its own yellow light. Sev
Devious Journal Entry
Tired
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"Aww Can not get your ship out."
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Love. Music. Caffeine. That's all I need
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...on the ceiling.
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There is nothing more dreadful than imagination without taste.
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Summer
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I'm polish. I'm sorry my english
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...on the ceiling.
not much, just working.
i'm totally bored out of my mind.
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Love. Music. Caffeine. That's all I need
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...on the ceiling.
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