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Homage To Edgar Allen PoeA quaking sound I did hear as I sat still in the dark night. The sound came louder as I held my breath, the waiting for night to change not coming in the sound of the village’s quaking death. I watched transfixed all through the night as the village moved and heaved within my sights. I had caused this horrendous deed…but I felt gaily happy to see it.

They had raided my village; their men and boys; and killed most of those caught in their clutches. I had not been in the village that night, but just outside in the woods, my lover shivering and heaving and groaning with delight. When at least we heard the screams of our village, he ra
To Take Or Not To TakeI stood near the woman, waiting for the bus. Her purse hung open and I scanned the contents. Nice lady, stupid though. Her wallet was blatantly open just as her purse was.

I looked around to see if anyone was near. Coast is clear. I stand just off and behind her; debating on whether to take the whole thing or grab only the wallet.
Take the bag, Jackie boy.

I reach my hand up slowly, not wanting her to know I’m doing anything until its too late. As my hand wraps around the strap, I yank. And I yank again. That’s when I really look at the woman. Her eyes are closed and she seems to be leaning into the corner of the bus stall.

I r
My Father Is A TreeMy father is our mighty oak.
Breathing in carbon dioxide and farting out oxygen.
Gently swaying, spreading shade, unscented,
whispering or screaming, with no real taste.
Ungainly loud to our ears
West Virginia is where the Ross tree lives.
My father is really a person
Who knows if I’m not a tree too?
The Morrigan know the truth.
If my father is a plant that makes me half plant.
Freakin’ hell what am I thinkin’?
The flowery Oak of Ashen
Flows through the river Acheron.
My father could write poems about himself
Kiby, you’re really off the wall here
If your not careful they’ll lock you up.
Father your sh

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:icondjkibykat:
Snow, so pretty.

I'm not really thinking up much right now cause...i'm tired as usual and i don't feel so great.
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~DJKibyKat Jan 12, 2009
:excited:i want a foot o' snow damnit! Send us a blizzard...please! My grandma can kill me all she wants but i want snow.
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~DarkIndigoChild Jan 12, 2009
>.> I sure as hell don't. I really dislike having to bundle up like a friggin eskimo, you know. I really do not funtion well at alll in winter up here. I tend actually physically become slower for some reason. Hate it.
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