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I see the world from an angle of tenderness and magic and illusion and end with an after thought of reality. I write about the things I am most in love with and that would be life and my muse.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Crying Time


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Note I left on a friend's fridge


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Capricious and often maliciously delicious. I was once given a choice to love or to live. i chose to love and incidentally I lived.
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