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The Forthcoming DayThe Forthcoming Day, The light Sighs its way through the window.
but i'm burried in a cotton cocoon
And Further stil i burrow within the double duvet folded over, on the now single bed
The light of morning becons the new day. But all is askew
and i'll refuse this invitation . . .

                . . . in desperation,                        I'm willing myself into remmision.                        Whilst the now angry rays of the sun,                        make the dust in the room glisten.                        They too revel the markes upon the sufa The Forthcoming Day
by ~AnnWilde

Fulfilled?Touch Me. Drag you hannd across the small of my back, and indulge in my skin.
As I fathom your strange tounge I feel my regenoration.
I invoke your life energies and too, I share mine.
I am not happy, I am not sad. This is not lust, this is not love
Go, deeper still and caress me more I am covered in skin
None of which will be ignored
So here i am for the taking Here for your kill Love you so or love you not the physical need must be fulfilled. Fulfilled?
by ~AnnWilde

todayAnother Working Day, not knowing what to do with myself. Moving through the snowy streets from one Shelter to another. Trying Desperatly to not aknowlege the unbearableness of the Cold. And it's clear every face i pass has its own story to tell, but for now they're of no concern to me now.
It's been a Strange week that's drawn closure upon the past two months. Its inevitable now that i'm in for a Strange Year. I'm prepared now to expect the unexpected. Fully Submitted to the tide of life, that pulls me along. today
by ~AnnWilde

Spider WebThe mind is a Spider Web, positioned
In the line of view of my perspective.
Each time that somthing gets caught,
It's movements distort my view,
Alterating my perception.
And when something breaks free . . .
The Web will always repair itself But never as it was, Before. Spider Web
by ~AnnWilde

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If nobody speaks of remarkable things. . .

Mon Apr 11, 2005, 1:18 PM

I'm too shy to speak - It's really quite pathetic.

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Current Residence: England
Interests: People their lives, music thoughts & places
Favourite movie: Visitor Q, Million Dollar Hotel,
Favourite band or musician: bright eyes,Noel Gallagher, Jeff Buckly, Fiona Apple
Favourite artist: Emin, Dali
Favourite poet or writer: Irvine Welsh, Jewel, Osacar Wilde,
Personal Quote: "just cuz ur in the gutter, doesnt mean u can look at the stars"
Tools of the Trade: a lack of imagination

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~Lyn713 Jan 5, 2006, 3:12:58 PM

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