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By: Victoria Blair Bey
There was once Belladonna, Who walked a ruined land. She walked searching for something true, Yet feared no one would understand. What could she do? Cursed with this agony, this pain; Everyone on this level was empty, And all it did was rain. How she wished she could be like the others, The Clowns so happy behind glass. They were unaware of their surroundings, Their pain did pass. Yes, to jump, dance, and sing- Never seeing her or any others in sorrow. Life, to the Clowns, was a party
| Sometimes mouthy. Always artsy. Poetic. Idealistic. La la la la. Never here, but always there. Much more than those four white walls. Breaking. Dreaming. Past the mind's eye. "Old enough to see R-rated movies; young enough to murder with a spring in my step." Hahahaha! And even more than this. What? Just A-S-K! Can YOU dig it?! "Did they preach one thing and practice another, these men of God?" -Roald Dahl |
and Sutekh isn't that bad either... or is he?
No, he is.
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Well, believe me, I calculated the odds of this succeeding versus the odds I was doing something incredibly stupid, and... I went ahead anyway.
Well, look at that! 'Breach hull, all die' I even had it underlined!
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doodle star ~ ♥
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It's not about the money, it's about sending a message...
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only son and whoever believes in Him may not parish, but have everlasting life."
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Bitterness is fun[ny].
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"Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures." - Henry Ward Beeche
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