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☰☱☲☳ ∞ i AM iTWiTiS ∞ ☴☵☶☷

This blog is dedicated to the broken and the beaten... the dejected and delirius... kicked -->anb<-- kottled -->anp<-- sid'lex'ik ---> and kite strung faye flailing in the breeze of this dark night. Read, reread, read on. The scrapes and the scatter are crumbs upon a trail of redeaming. Please, don't try and understand this... read it 'till you can smell it.

Name:
Location: Frogtown, Minnesnowduh

i am real. i can hear you... at least i think it's you.

2005/02/19

An Explanation

Thank you PheonIx. i will honor your request with a request. What do you wanna hear? Pick a genre, subject, and perspective. Give me something to start with, and i'll go from there. Consider this,,, it is the shape of the wind that skulpts the kite's dance.

~iZiTWiZTED?

2 Comments:

Blogger Krista said...

Wow wow wow... I cannot respond at work, I'll have to sit at home and scour your words, I hope tonight, and then eke out a response.

But thank you for coming back!

Monday, February 21, 2005 3:52:00 PM  
Blogger Krista said...

How's about the idea I posted in response to your post about the wisdom of your kid?

Friday, February 25, 2005 10:14:00 AM  

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