lionboy

Angels, saints, gods, demons. Symbols for what lies within us, shattered pieces of self that we wall off from consciousness. Divinity or Devilishness, it all depends on how we choose to create ourselves. "A young monk said to his senior, 'I had a dream last night, an awful dream. Two dragons writhed together, locked in mortal combat; one was white and pure as driven snow...
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Something I wrote for a friend on a whim

...the rich scent of earth mingling with freshly fallen leaves, the snap of winter in the air warning those who are attentive of the season soon to come. Normally placid ponds where we swam and frollicked in our youth, when it was acceptable to frollick, whipped into a frenzied chop by the restless wind. Yet the...
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This is my first entry here. I did nothing over summer vacation. I sat on my ass and watched TV. Actually, I'm just posting this to see if anyone responds. Please respond puh-leeeeeeze I'm so lonely and stuphe... Heh. Well nice to be here and whatnot.