*mwah*


Blessings in Disguisei couldn't really understand the words that you were saying. bits and pieces would get through the blur and haze, but most of them simply got filtered out. the alcohol, the weed, they all served as a net that blocked out the significant things you were probably saying at the time. and yet, along with significant things was the hurt, the pain of the rejection, the loss... i didn't feel those things, along with the words that poured out of your mouth but got piled up on the way to my head... caught in the trap that i imagined existed... or perhaps i myself made... a defense, a flimsy excuse, but nonetheless, it served its purpose. i didn't cracBlessings in Disguise
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yet for better or for worse we love things that bear the marks of grime, soot, and weather, and we love the colors and the sheen that call to mind the past that made them
--- In Praise of Shadows
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wannabe photographer? that's me!!! wuhooo!!!
proud member of ~Ph-Photo !!!!
Kyle Anson Castillo 03/15/04
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The brotherhood of dark writers is on the rise. With pens in hand we will write for all to see.
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I know what it's like when memories make you wince
And love letters read like obituaries
I need no reminders, no more reminders...
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monkeys steal my underwear at night
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RIP Kyle Anson Castillo 03/15/04 You will be missed.
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