Who knows? Maybe he'll (my muse) come back to me


Bittersweet MemoryDeath is an absolute part of life. It is painful, and depressing to lose a loved one, but at one point in time it will happen. However, there are these things called memories. Memories are reminiscences of life. Life that should never, ever be taken for granted. I remember when my family received a dog named Charley. He was a Yellow Labador about five or six at the time, or thirty-five to forty-two in human years. True to his middle age he was playful, rambunctious and a ball of seemingly endless energy. Seemingly, because as time passed, he began to slowBittersweet Memory


XIt stood there like a giant, tall and foreboding. Its pink tracks moved up, down and in a variety of other directions, twisting, turning like a snake in midair. Even from the parking lot of Six Flags Magic Mountain, it made the weak shy away and the brave grin in eager anticipation. Careful, the ride said with its creaking wheels, only those with strength will taste what I have to offer. Come I bid you. If the mere sight of the monstrosity didnt curdle the blood, then surely the whisper would. Regardless, X is one of, if not the most, breathtaking experience one could pX
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I <3 Vampires
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Scattered Souls and a Thousand Rhymes
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