

Still So FarSo CloseStill So Far
"Azkadellia," the Queen beckoned, "come down here and say hello to Ambrose, Ambrose this is my daughter Azkadellia."
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Never had there been such a ball in the history of the O.Z. and never was there such reason for celebration. Princess DG had returned and Princess Azkadellia had been rid of the witch.
Music filled the room, couples waltzing to the merry tune provided by the orchestra. Ambrose watched as they passed by and thought of the balls before the O.Z had been controlled by the possessed Azkadellia. It seemed like a lifetime before, but then he was getting used to


Silent Ally - Jack the RipperI sucked in the cold air, grateful to be out of the stuffy tavern. Fresh air. Oh, how I loved it. An essence of freedom with a tint of amusement was littered into the cold, biting wind. But it was my friend, yes. It would call to me, out from the pitch black night, tempting me to leave my house and run with it, laugh with it, kill with it.Silent Ally - Jack the Ripper
My other 'friends', from the newspaper, of course, called me Jack. Nothing more, nothing less. It isn't my real name, but it has such a nice ring to it... I'm even beginning to feel rather fond of it...
'Maybe I'm drunk,' the thought hits me and I laughed with the wind. Of course n
Cheers.
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"...Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams..."
~W.B. Yeats
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O.o Lookie --> A portfolio! [link]
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"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
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Rotten
you may say i'm a dreamer, but i'm not the only one
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"Streams and rivers are welcomed into the ocean. Accepting everyone, no one is left out. When one knows one is part of something larger than oneself, one can relax. The river floods when its banks are full. Respect your limits; just do what you can do".
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There's no more life left to live...
If I can't be me, I don't see why I should even be.
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look to the bright side...is that a cloud?
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Well, if it isn't fat stinking billygoat Billyboy in poison. How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap stinking chip-oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly, thou.
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