| Life at the bottom of a pit as we know it |
| tends to be a bit dull, no?� So in this pit, where darkness falls in folds over your face and casts dreary shapes along the walls, the urge to write inexplicit poetry and prose leaks out of your brain and subconscious until you can't breathe without emitting a line that delves into the crevices of your soul. |
| Feel free to read and respond to the following 'works of literature' (insert scoff here) |
| �Along a desert road, To and From both kinds of Nowhere Leading down a dusty street, Lines of duty never cross. |
| Forgotten Decay |
| �Sitting like a prowling cat, Hunched back and silent breaths A cabin, alone and without population Beckons one, come all. |
| �Enter through the only visible Yet gaping hole, enter to find the remains Of an Ancient Civilization of the people of God knows who. Enter. |
| �To enter the beast alone, Daresay, is to fight a bat in the dark, Which flutters precariously, Clawing at the eyes and face. |
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| Okay, so that's my site... FYI, yes I know the links page doesn't have a link to anything, and that would be because I don't wanna put links on here, but i didn't have the heart to take it off (it looks so pretty :P). And, sorry about some of the links being in the text on a few of the pages... page builder sucks, so yeah :P Please sign my guestbook! Arrivederci. |
| UPDATE: I decided to add a links page, lol, so its there now, and I no longer have "Links" written in the diagonal thingy for absolutely no reason anymore... If that makes sense. Alright. |
| sign my guestbook, or i may have to do something drastic... |