

Fire, Walk With MeFire, walk with me;Fire, Walk With Me
Heat, talk with me; Blazes burn me, hurt me, play with me, And then slaughter me.
Fire, walk with me; Obliteration, call on me; Flames cause me pain, bring me sorrow, be my doom, And then silence me.
Fire, walk with me; Ifrit, cast doubt on me;
Inferno, take me to oblivion,
lock me up in your torture chamber, be merciless, And then ask of me,
Anything you wish
anything you wish.
Fire, walk with me; Fire, walk with me! &


Libraries and DictionariesYes, Im the fool. You set the pace. Im sorry for that. ButLibraries and Dictionaries
What if I told you that it is you who I refer to when scribbling down the reminiscence of my ever returning daydreaming of imaginary libraries and in them, dictionaries explaining those words so precisely, so accurately and into every small detail spanning over page after page of fragile papers inserted in enormous books, supposedly reflecting wisdom and a truth one should never take for granted.
(I see images of the Library of Alexandria, as the centre of the world, but not as a reality rather as pictured in stories and legends that would


ChocolateI had gotten home early that morning. My feet hurt and fingers bled. Where my shoes had gone I didnt know. The door I closed behind me shut away those thoughts of disbelief. And it was a relief. Tomato soup and a piece of bread for supper felt well deserved before almost half-an-hour under warm water sprinkling over my body. Washing away any trace of guilt, but there was no guilt. I slumbered in front of the television for awhile but the ache in my back woke me up shortly after. It was still worth it though. The arrangement of my flower pots in the kitchen window, I changed them back. Then I dragged my feet as I slowly approChocolate


Desperate CallingsDesperate Callings: Thinking Out LoudDesperate Callings
One, at two I will explode.
I know who she is now. (Now I know who she is). We could have met that night. The text message Id received around the
corner, she was around the corner. I was struck by lighting or by a stone
thrown from afar, or it might have been a bee stinging me or perhaps her
smile. (It must have been her smile). She had her dog with her, I had my
pride. Illusionary. In common were blue lips and the cold shivering. No,
we were shivering.
Subjects shifted, nothing too serious. But I felt it all alo
Something Wikked this way comes...
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How come the best art comes from the most unbearable pain?
Remember: Make Every Word Count!
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