It's nice to think someone is actually reading/seeing my work.
So thank you.


Bed of change She lays comatose in her death bed, the very same bed she made that morning. Staring at the widespread static on the television screen, wondering how she got there. She is alone. Her future is skeptical at best, then, all futures are tentative to the plans of God. So she lays, living what could only be Gods plan, it certainly was not hers. She was going to change the world, now she barely changes her clothes from day to day. Wearing the same tired shirt for all of her household chores, the same tired hair sitting on top of the same tired faceBed of change


The tilt of the earth In a way it was fitting, the way it all ended. Much like the tilt of the earth or the calmness of the trees before a storm, it was fitting. A natural happenstance, but it shocked me just the same. I saw it as an old dog, brown, shaggy fur, plunging across the road. Dogs do not look in either direction before they go. They take off, ears flying, eyes on their target and nothing else. Looking to the right only as he gets hit, enough time to yelp and glance back at his master beThe tilt of the earth


The passing of summer's... The light filtered melancholy through the closed blinds; it was a beautiful shade of gold painting itself against the stark white of the new apartment. A bike sat idly by the door, becoming a catchall for clothes and bags in the hurriedness of evenings homecoming. She stared at the clock hanging on the wall, it had no second hand so she could only imagine a faint ticking as the short moments of her day passed quickly by her. She had been in this place for several weeks now and had fallen fast into the routine of waiting. Waiting in traffic and at stop lights, waitThe passing of summer's...


A list of things to pack Nervously she packed, although she knew it was no use, inevitably she would forget the most important thing. She was constantly anticipating every detail that could go wrong and it was beginning to become problematic to her state of mental wellbeing. Meanwhile he was waiting a world away. And as much as she wanted to, she couldnt summon the supernatural powers necessary to find out what he was thinking and if his feelings matched hers. On her list of essentials, right below socks, she wrote omnipotence. It was worth a shot.A list of things to pack
There is a contest at [link] and I thought you might be interested
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SUB7AN ALLAH O BE7AMDEH
SUB7AN ALLAH AL3ATHEM
My blOg [link]
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my username is a misnomer.
[blog] [daily art project]
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its not over 'til shinji cries
379 deviations??? im impressed!
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I write and take pictures.
yea, i'm planning immortality.
perhaps it'll happen.
It's good to have you back; can't wait to read your new stuff!
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"Art occurs at the point where a form is sincerely honoured by an awakened spirit." LAWRENCE DURRELL
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We should smile at one another, with faces full of light...
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