achtung_liebe fyn gula if they're afraid they'll be dangerous. "saw the sparrow nest fall from the tree," dennis said, pintbrush in hand. he was re-doing his clown stage and props. fresh coats of oil-based re, green, yellow, and white. biddy's colors. "there was one baby left," he said, stepping back to survey his work. "petie tried to attack it, but i fucking screamed at him!" pajaro is bird in spanish. 020622 ... crOwl two fucking spelling mistakes... paintbrush red 041015 ... cr0wl don't fall in love 081026 ... c r 0 w l just kidding 081027 ... jane dangerlove is my_middle_name 090204 ... unhinged sometimes i get the distinct feeling that even if i flapped my wings, they wouldn't carry me. that the day i left there i was pushed out of the nest. that i have been wandering ever since, separated from my flock. waiting for my migratory partner. waiting. and waiting. and waiting. stuck in the place between doing and knowing leaving and growing loving and helping starting and ending 090204 ... cr0wl margaux dangerlove...maybe that's the name for you in the novel someone is writing about you. 090204 ... jane i doubt anyone is writing a novel about me except for me, and the novel is not on paper, i assure you.. 090204 what's it to you? who go blather from