a_myriad_of_possibilites Ouroboros unfolding dreams 090527 ... unhinged but i never thought this one would be the reality (how many more will i let pass me by before i find the courage to open my mouth?) 090528 ... Ouroboros Because death_is_an_unfairytale and your life is a fairytale that you are writing down for children of the future to read. Tell me, Princess, what apple are you eating? What poison do you willing prick your finger on for the joy of discovering what was hidden from you for so many years? Does a kiss wake your heart and body from its slumber? Tell me, did you really believe you were to only sleep in cinders, with your dreams of grandness to warm you? When the dreams manifested, did you smash the glass shoes and walk barefooted in the snow, alone- or did you stand tall in heels, your rags brazenly framing your bursting heart? you tell_me_a_storie, and you are wriding_the_story_oft_i'me 090601 ... In_Bloom A step to the left or right is still a step forward To me 090601 ... my name it means nothing too many possibilities (never would have thought there could be such a thing) too little direction noone to talk to what_the_fuck 090602 ... In_Bloom Stories for sullen children of the future and dead children of the past and now The poison of choice is the sweet from a lover's lips, the reawakened pain of inconstant eyes and hips Some, I am one Dressed in rags Brazened I want to believe 091115 ... hsg . 091116 ... z the garden of forking paths - borges 091116 what's it to you? who go blather from