

DreamMy one true dream has been shattered My one true love, lost what am i now, now that i cant get my wings and soar on high with the clowds. This is all i ever wanted, but now it is an imposibility. Now all that I ever wanted is gone out of reach, beyond my grasp that i will never have. What do i do know? I wonder as an empty shell, with no life, just the shards of a shattered dreamDream


crowThey say the crow is an omen of death, well as far back as I can remember there has been a crow there. My time must be comming, everytime I look there are more and more all around me, sitting, watching, thinking of there next move. Should I be scared, or should I embrace them? As I sit on the cold concrete, they keep moving, changing places with eachother, comming closer and closer. As one lands infront of me with out fear. I look into its cold dark eyes, it moves in a step and takes one of my frys, then it is gone as fast as it came and the rest fcrow
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James Bowron
Director of Propaganda and Other Mischief
james.bowron@gmail.com
Pieces
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I love you all
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boofs = love!
Taking CHEAP commissions: [link]
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Visit me at BOINC Synergy Team: [link]
or in the music community of Last.fm: [link]
or the Euro bill tracking community: [link]
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dont' you hate it when you wake up and your shoulder feels like you got shot?
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