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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.

About Me

Name:
Location: Frogtown, Minnesnowduh

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

2005/04/03

It's been three days since I last stood up.

Pinned here to my hard pine floor, I perplex the flecks of freckled textures on my vaulted ceilings. The only comfort I haven't is that which I would give all other for. Yet I remain pinned. It is no wonder my absense is not missed.

posted by iTWiTiS | 6:14:00 PM

3 Comments:

Blogger Krista said...

if your absence was missed it would mean people were wishing you were absent.. and that would mean you were here. i hope the pine soothes.

Monday, April 04, 2005 5:38:00 PM  
Blogger Krista said...

Thud

Crunch

Splat

Squeal

Crack

Sigh

Friday, April 15, 2005 4:17:00 PM  
Blogger Krista said...

Where have you gone? I miss you.

Monday, May 09, 2005 11:45:00 AM  

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