| Open minds are upside down umbrellas I want to LIVE not continue to exist. "We're all just stories, walking around in bodies" --Ms.Reed |


Little MannequinsYou take that dress. I'll take these shoes. I'll have the powdered wig, you'll have the shawl of blue. And all of those adults, they'll "oooo" and "ahhh", they'll clap. They'll give us a big machine to drive, fire to drink,Little Mannequins
brick like books and silky blue caps and gowns.
Soon we can wear, bigger and better clothes. Less crinkly, more straight, boring and uniform. We'll blend in with the rest, now won't that be fun?
But all we have to do now, is chose from this little chest. Pick up one of the approved objects,


Photo Voice project, my life?Miles away; growing upPhoto Voice project, my life?
The family of two girls and a mother. The father shuffles in, a character with appearances only on weekends, and with even fewer speaking parts. The house echoes in stillness. The priceless antique furniture creaks under the strain of being what is wanted of it, to be strong, beautiful, smart, important. The youngest girl, a poodle, dolled up and plump, sat squished between her parental-units, chatting pointlessly. The eldest daughter lay scrawled out on the floor in an exclusive affair with a book. Silent. Miles away, her parent's comments didn't phase her, though she stood and obeyed commands, their keen


Future Home: version 2Steam burning a moist flame into my palm, frozen over, thick and creamy tall cup of iced hot chocolate, hot and cold like adrenaline worn vintage messager bag, nudging my thighs old-school spiral notebooks, secret notes and cartoons in the margins accompanied by a storm of pens. Slight smile fueled by chocolate, turned a smirk by the courage to hop on a city bus.Future Home: version 2
Down past shops, on streets lined with trees that turn into sunsets in the fall, in a place free from fakes and facades, and the people who can't understand the word somewhere where the only passions aren't
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For love for life, my lord is all I know. Like poison to the lips, simple curve to the hips, hold me to swears and promise you won't go.
I'm musically challenged
But thank you so much!!!
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Love is the disease, love is the cure. If you have love, spread it. If you don't, create it
you have nice perspective
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MOVED TO ~alltimeyoh
contact me thereeee. <3
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Live as you breathe, free.
Sticks and stones may break some bones but words cause permanent damage.
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Let no one rob you of that powerful motivational force known as vision...seeing not only what is...but what can be.
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I rock
Clubs:
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