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-work-in-progress page 8 Stephen was yanked from his reverie when he heard voices growing gradually louder and stopping outside the door to room 910. He quickly and quietly crept into the closet, leaving the door open a crack so as to listen to the conversation unfolding in the hallway.-work-in-progress page 8
"Ms. Johnson, the brake lines of the 1998 Ford Taurus that your daughter's boyfriend owned had been cut, we figure sometime between 7:30 and 10:00 last night."
A hushed silence followed this little announcement.
 


-work-in-progress- page 7 The two girls they were meeting were already seated by the time Stephen and Zac arrived at the restaurant; the blond waved them over.-work-in-progress- page 7
"Sorry to keep ya waiting, ladies," Zac apologized sleekly, sliding smoothly into the booth, across from the blond. "This is my buddy, Stephen."
Introductions traveled around.
Jessi was the blond, with brilliant green eyes and a wide, gaping mouth that reminded Stephen strongly of Steven Tyler's mouth. Despite


Take My Paper HeartTake My Paper HeartTake My Paper Heart
She wears a paper heart taped to her sleeve everyday. When she passes by a boy she thinks she will like, she drops the heart and hopes that it will stick to him. It never does.
So she vows, that when the heart does stick, that boy will be the one.
Days pass. Then weeks. And she can't wait any longer.
She sees a boy she likes at the park and begins to walk towards him, her plan in mind. She drops the heart, and to her delight, it falls on the front of his sneaker. Her foot smashes down on his, to make sure the heart sticks. He swea


MuseLying here under the stars.Muse
Locked
behind my own bars.
I feel the surface, cracking, crumbling
Beneath my fingernails.
I'm clawing, etching away
At the window of my dreams.
Are you to be my muse?
Or just another form of self-inflicted abuse?
In darkest corner of my mind
I reach out
But my heart is stumbling.
Take me, grab me, hold me
Imprison me, set me free.
Paint me a potrait of yesterdays lies
And tomorrows suprise.  


...Time....
Time, liquid and cynic, like a poison; is thieving your eyes from mine, with shrieks ripped apart and hurled like a sheet of so many words written with blood, only to be contaminated with the presence of one fault line. With tears buried inside to barren lands of my soul, I sense your eyes flowing away.
A child, sniveling, screams that he loves you, as if his small bird that just released her last breath. You don't hear him, and keep on breaking apart our city of dreams we built with our hands, together, with rocks mischievously stolen from fortresses. The bruises on his chest, closer to the left, you use as a


Across the BridgeI cant abide a land with no mountains But I can abide this one The blank horizon doesnt scare me like it ought to Instead, I see it as a thesis for dreaming And that dream is a beautiful one.Across the Bridge
In my dream a never fixed mark sheds inspiration over the promenade While the drums alone play a melody beneath the breeze And I? I was riding a jet ski, moving effortlessly and endlessly across the blue The bay passing under me like thoughts in the dark Alone but for the moon, my rusted tandem riding partner.
A lone voice cried out in the darkness Female. B
Great gallery by the way..
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jai guru deva om.
and thanks for the compliment!
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The only thing that stands between me and greatness is me.
--Woody Allen
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xo!
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The only thing that stands between me and greatness is me.
--Woody Allen
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Werd ich zum Augenblicke sagen:
Verweile doch! du bist so schön!
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Then, to the Moment Id dare say:
Stay a while! You are so lovely!
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The only thing that stands between me and greatness is me.
--Woody Allen
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