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Thursday, September 4, 2008

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Conversation, like certain portions of the anatomy, always runs more smoothly when lubricated. Are your convictions so fragile they cannot stand in opposition to mine? Is your god so flimsy, so weak? For shame! Suppose one of your precious inmates attempted to walk on water and drowned - would you comdemn the Bible? I think not. I didn't create this world of ours. I merely recorded it.

1 comment:

sinfullyanon said...

Your "recordings" are a mind, set aflame.

Truly, scorched, in love.

(paying attention, I think.:)

That's Life

That's Life

The Master Of Her Domain

The Master Of Her Domain
There is One for everyone. The Master of my Domain is the axis in which my world spins. There shall only be but One. Among men and women, those in love do not always announce themselves with declarations and vows. But they are the ones who weep when you're gone. Who miss you every single night, especially when the sky is so deep and beautiful, and the ground so very cold......