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  • Dramatic Poetry Re: Allabis of Seconhand Narcotics

    The street lights flicker in the midnight black parking lot, the cement correlates writh a thousand pairs of blood shot eyes. This powder as white as snow softly whispers in ...

    May 3, 2009


When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind