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Rosendorn
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Sun Mar 22, 2009 7:18 pm
Rosendorn says... · Sun Mar 22, 2009 7:18 pm
Camp
A writer is a world trapped in a person— Victor Hugo

Ink is blood. Paper is bandages. The wounded press books to their heart to know they're not alone.




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MeadowLark
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Sun Mar 22, 2009 7:55 pm
MeadowLark says... · Sun Mar 22, 2009 7:55 pm
Tents
Purple light in the canyon
that is where I long to be
With my three good companions
just my rifle, pony and me
--- "My Rifle My Pony and Me"




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Sura
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Sun Mar 22, 2009 8:36 pm
Sura says... · Sun Mar 22, 2009 8:36 pm
Oregon.

xD
I'm back!

"Breaking fixed idea!
Throw away the prejudice
that fish live in fish bowls only!"




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phantom_blackfire_wings
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Sun Mar 22, 2009 8:54 pm
phantom_blackfire_wings says... · Sun Mar 22, 2009 8:54 pm
pacific
"What are you doing?"
"I've got paint and rollers...water sking"~The Philanthropist

Don't push the Red Button




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Rosendorn
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Sun Mar 22, 2009 11:25 pm
Rosendorn says... · Sun Mar 22, 2009 11:25 pm
Ocean
A writer is a world trapped in a person— Victor Hugo

Ink is blood. Paper is bandages. The wounded press books to their heart to know they're not alone.




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phantom_blackfire_wings
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Sun Mar 22, 2009 11:50 pm
phantom_blackfire_wings says... · Sun Mar 22, 2009 11:50 pm
boat
"What are you doing?"
"I've got paint and rollers...water sking"~The Philanthropist

Don't push the Red Button




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Rosendorn
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Mon Mar 23, 2009 12:19 am
Rosendorn says... · Mon Mar 23, 2009 12:19 am
Row
A writer is a world trapped in a person— Victor Hugo

Ink is blood. Paper is bandages. The wounded press books to their heart to know they're not alone.




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Storm_Bringer
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Mon Mar 23, 2009 2:06 am
Storm_Bringer says... · Mon Mar 23, 2009 2:06 am
bandage
"You know when you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams."
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MeadowLark
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Mon Mar 23, 2009 5:46 am
MeadowLark says... · Mon Mar 23, 2009 5:46 am
Splint
Purple light in the canyon
that is where I long to be
With my three good companions
just my rifle, pony and me
--- "My Rifle My Pony and Me"




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Rosendorn
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Mon Mar 23, 2009 11:50 pm
Rosendorn says... · Mon Mar 23, 2009 11:50 pm
Broken
A writer is a world trapped in a person— Victor Hugo

Ink is blood. Paper is bandages. The wounded press books to their heart to know they're not alone.




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Antigone Cadmus
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Tue Mar 24, 2009 7:39 pm
Antigone Cadmus says... · Tue Mar 24, 2009 7:39 pm
Shattered
Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
-Catullus, Carmen 85




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In_the_Moonlight
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Tue Mar 24, 2009 8:02 pm
In_the_Moonlight says... · Tue Mar 24, 2009 8:02 pm
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If I can impact one person, just one, with my writing before I die, then I've lived a great life




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Rosendorn
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Tue Mar 24, 2009 8:50 pm
Rosendorn says... · Tue Mar 24, 2009 8:50 pm
Shattered
A writer is a world trapped in a person— Victor Hugo

Ink is blood. Paper is bandages. The wounded press books to their heart to know they're not alone.




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Antigone Cadmus
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Tue Mar 24, 2009 9:14 pm
Antigone Cadmus says... · Tue Mar 24, 2009 9:14 pm
Shard
Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris?
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
-Catullus, Carmen 85



I love her dearly, but I can’t live with her for a day without feeling my whole life is wasting away.
— Miss Kenton, The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro