Until Now

And Today We Live










Saturday, December 09, 2006 / 4:02 AM


LAMAs are my friends.
Tisha is my friend.
I guess anyone else who is not an animal is not.
Loyalty.
Faithfulness.
No one has those true pure quailties.
Only the innocence of a baby can beat that.
Too bad we all grow up.
But then again growing up isn't all bad.
I guess there may be more downs then ups...
Sigh

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In the storm comes the calm
So there was this spark. And the spark was alone. It had no where to go, no where to hide. It shuddered at the thought of non-existence and clenched it's core in sick anticipation of nothing. Red and fleeting by each passing second, it turned blue. Now, it had something to burn for, to live again.