(maybe I'll remember too.)


Butchertainment No. 6She doesn't run as much as she used to.Butchertainment No. 6
She'd like to, love to, to fly again as the sunset-shaded winged fantasy mare, feathers blurring together with the clouds of make-believe skies. As free again as the wild painted mustang, black and bright white intertwining down four legs made strong by the sinews of a child's imagination. As innocent and wise again as the nostalgia-tinted unicorn, delicate as the reflection of the moon on a midnight pond.
What happened? She can remember, not years ago, one-two one-two, as a flashy pair of bays, trotting up and down the street in front of her house on a morning drive. But to wh


Butchertainment No. 5And I'll laugh as I watch you watch it go. That dream you think is mine.Butchertainment No. 5
No longer a dream, but a must and that from your mouth Not mine, the dream, of rising, acheiving, instead of just


Butchertainment No. 4Sleep evades me.Butchertainment No. 4
The sea otter slippings and slidings of dreams Leaves me gasping for breath. And for more.
Wishing they wouldn't unravel quite so quickly, the recurrences of yesterday's happenings. The edges of the memories fray themselves away and I am left with but a handful of
unconn ected thread s &


Butchertainment No. 3Help me fly away. My wings are tinted glass. When we look through them together,Butchertainment No. 3
sultry glimpses of rose petal wishes brighten our jaded eyes.
Hand-stitched stars will brighten oblivion. If we just keep believing.
Don't stop believing in me.
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Don't let anyone, even your parents, break you. Find good people who care about you and surround yourself with just them. If you can't find them at first, find good music and fall into it, let it hold you until they come.
Your poetry and art is amazing
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Jack
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musik for the end of the world
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