it's been fun
hoipefully see you all again


Things Are Different Now...Things are different now, now that I’m here. My usual walls of coloured fairytales and loving safety have been replaced by the cruel, harsh metal and sterile laboratories of the facility. If you asked me how old I was, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. I don’t know whether I’ve been here for a year, or if it’s been a decade. I think maybe it’s the latter, but how can I be sure? It all started when I was eight. Too young to remember details, blanks were filled in by the older patients that saw me come in. It was my mother who brought me. Holding my hand she led me down the main corridor, sterile and white like hospitals, and towardsThings Are Different Now...


.Home.Sneakers thudded against concrete as the teenaged boy hurried through the crowded afternoon street. His satchel bag slung over his shoulder struggled to keep up, as he abruptly turned down a narrow alleyway. Bent over, hands resting on his knees as his lungs gasped for air and his body yearned for rest, the boy found time to check his watch. “Great,” he murmured, ”Just perfect.” Looking around at the off coloured bricks of the buildings that surrounded him, his eyes fell on the familiar, rusted fire escape that ran web like up the side of the left hand building. Metal clanged softly against metal as the breeze gushed i.Home.


.Innocent.and.Wicked.Every moment they live is agony. Like the clock ticking, counting down the time til the execusion of the innocent instead of the wicked..Innocent.and.Wicked.
We have no purpose, the innocent. But to be used and abused, sex toys and punching bags, for the undying wicked. The one's who live on torturing our memories.
The innocent; daughters and sons wives and partners. The wicked; mothers and fathers, husbands and lovers. Supposed rocks, pillars of strength, most trusted of all people. And they betray. &


...Friendship...There when I couldn't see the good in myself, or my life There when love couldn't cure me There when the only man in my life was my dad.......Friendship...
You laughed through the bad and helped me through the good. You held all my secrets and saw me
through everything , you stood.
You painted happiness wherever you went, you took the worst and brought out the best, you helped me when no one else did, you destroy the bad, and leave the rest.
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If God exists, I hope he has a good excuse..
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i'm poor & i'm weird baby
you got no time for me.
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"Art is a lie that makes us realize truth" Picasso
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"And lo, Jesus and the disciples walked to Nazareth. But the trail was blocked by a giant brontosaurus … with a splinter in his paw. And O, the disciples did run a-shrieking: 'What a big fucking lizard, Lord!" Bill Hicks
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