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I Grow Tired of Being AwakeI grow tired of merely being awake. Not so much to look forward to in such a dull world.I Grow Tired of Being Awake
I'd rather be
asleep. Dreams seem to take me farther than I will ever go.
I'd much rather dream than feel.


Dear Grandpa.Dear Grandpa,Dear Grandpa.
I apologize for being so distant for the past two years. Time seemed to slip away, and with it you did as well. The green leaves changed colors faster than I could change my clothes; the seasons always leave me a few days behind.
I had forgotten that small button nose, those puffy cheeks, the short gypsy stature. I had forgotten the twinkle in your eye, the softness in your voice, the small smirk. That small smirk was anything but small, I can remember, that smirk might has well been a fit of laughter to me. I knew you too well, Grandpa.


Macabre Sinatra: Until DeathA dim light cast long shadows in this whimsical, Stygian tomb. Sinatra is skipping and scratching in the background. A sweet smell so thick one could taste it hung around the room, stagnant and stale. It was the smell of molding flesh, saturated and sticky with week-old blood, and pus oozing from festering sores which cover the decrepit, decaying flesh of these corpses.Macabre Sinatra: Until Death
Two gaunt figures embrace tenderly against a wall, dimly illuminated by the few burning candles sitting atop the record player. One figure leaned in, as if for a kiss, but was quickly denied as the other bit down an
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Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
--Pablo Picasso
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98% of teenagers do, or have tried smoking pot.
I haven't.
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