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I write with crayons - it allows me to eliminate the time required to switch between draft writing, and Van Gogh level doodling with the minimum amount of effort.

Just a note: the WFP server is currently down, so no users have access to WFP for the time being. I am incredulously disappointed.... so much so that words can't ...

That I may become a stronger man; That always seemed to be the plan, to shed my fear, and shed my skin, to come alive, and die within. For that ...

I never said that I'd be there for you, that I'd care for you. I never meant that I would stay with you, I never wanted to. We never had ...

Dedicated to Emmy (SisterItaly) as a belated 'Happy Birthday' You may have turned 16, and be well on the way to adulthood, but don't squander the gift that is your ...

(Hello all. This poem is a tribute to the work of Douglas Adams, who will have been lost to us for 10 years this Wednesday. Please show your tribute by ...

(To everyone I've met on this site. To everyone I'm going to miss (everyone).) So, my last day, I hope you understand I never wanted this, it's not something I ...

Well, we've had a blast, and I'm at the stage where my life is pretty much wrecked. I neither have time to write, or the patience to write well, so ...

That it is, and it is what it is is what makes that what is little more than cause for headaches, for one does not simply describe love, nor evaluate ...

I was doing a review on stellagineva's work and when I wrote something like pigeons eat cheese. If I wanted to write something before a word then the writing I ...

Name: Sean Gender: Male Height: 6'3" Hair color: Chestnut brown Eye color: Blue Skin color: Caucasian White Clothing: Casual. Blues and blacks please. Era: Modern, I guess. Background: Grass/Starry sk

Well, I feel very special now. Thank you, karma.

Hi! I suppose I might as well be the one to give a brief review, since I am a huge fan of Left 4 Dead - obviously obvious as it ...

Well, aren't you a hero?... Tears have been shed for you, son. Hearts have bled from the battles you 'won' and there is no time to remember the fun times ...

The leaves roll in by a spot by the lake, over silver waters they sail to our feet, under a white-hot sun where jet hair flows through my hands; crushed ...