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Welcome To The Vortex: April 2006
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Welcome To The Vortex. The Vortex welcomes all concepts.rejects ignorance. Enter at your own risk! You have been WARNED! Friday, April 21, 2006. To shatter me,. And grind me to dust. Enslave me in tyranny,. Turn my limbs to rust. And decimate my everyday. To take me whole. Leaving in hopes of decay. And strip my integrity. Mad beyond reason, distant. That's how you wanted me. But like I said. Posted by Moonchild at 10:44 PM. Tuesday, April 18, 2006. The past is a river. That winds in one direction,.
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Welcome To The Vortex: January 2008
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Welcome To The Vortex. The Vortex welcomes all concepts.rejects ignorance. Enter at your own risk! You have been WARNED! Sunday, January 20, 2008. If shooting stars were made to wish upon,. And the universe was just a dusty drum,. Would you follow the adament trail? Across the belt, the lions mane and the scorpions tail? Without knowing if the universe will grant that wish,. Tell me then, would you take that risk? Posted by Moonchild at 11:13 PM. Thursday, January 03, 2008. Systematic, I'm wrapped in this.
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Sarah's Blog: April 2006
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Tuesday, April 25, 2006. The pistons burned with a God's anger. In unison they fired one by one. Yelling at the world around them. Tearing away to move the earth below. My soul controlled the madness that. Screamed down the road. Speed became my life and to live. The soul of my foot molded. To the pedal and I took the. Red devil for a ride. It was a day to quench my. Posted by Sarah @ 3:21 PM. Locked in a room with a key I made. For the one I lost, I've had to trade. Way deep inside my heart and soul.
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Sarah's Blog: March 2006
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Thursday, March 30, 2006. Attention Deficit Dis-where the hell did I put my shoes? Alone I died in the old bench beside the walk. Line with people who never looked twice. It was hard and cold that night and it suited me perfectly. My dismal surroundings warmed and charmed me. Comfortably numb, I placed my callused hands. Into the plush jacket that had been torn over time. I had been torn over time. She left, I lost, How the shit did this happen,. She's gone, Why? NO not why,. A perfect name to assume.
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Sarah's Blog: May 2006
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Thursday, May 04, 2006. Locked away in these walls full of hate. Crying absurdly while the nurses pass by. Wondering what just happened. Leaving the mystery up to the doctors. Closing my eyes brings me to a better place. Trusting the people i love to hate. Hating the gut wrenching feeling inside my body. Something is wrong with me. Needing the beeping to stop. And the sound of the new shift of nurses to go away. Crying only on the inside. While the pain is flowing on the outside. Posted by Sarah @ 8:29 PM.
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Sarah's Blog: February 2006
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Monday, February 27, 2006. Rough Draft of a setting- maybe people can help me jazz it up a bit! The tropical sunset, the smell of hot dogs and popcorn popping- yes! The biggest football game is today as the lines shuffle through the white crystal sand. Garbage cans and umbrella stands-what perfection! Though the tuba band man got stuck in the sand! Posted by Sarah @ 12:51 PM. Sunday, February 26, 2006. Posted by Sarah @ 3:09 PM. Friday, February 17, 2006. Dreams are the only escape. Each stone as wretche...
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Welcome To The Vortex: June 2006
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Welcome To The Vortex. The Vortex welcomes all concepts.rejects ignorance. Enter at your own risk! You have been WARNED! Wednesday, June 21, 2006. What brazen speed did moments pass? In all levels beyond facets,. The inner dephts,. Beyond the pit and the looking glass. Magnifiying past the havoc. Of this being the only way I know how. Your words wrenching,. With eyes that animate my salvage. You see, it all comes down to amity. Every conversation spoken; tact,. To grind the blade of empathy.