- Under the oiled cloth they felt as thin and weak as finger bones.
- She hadn't reached her limit yet, but she knew it was there, creeping just out of sight. (Like a Black Hole was the distinct impression I got)
- Filled with horrible, unfinished creatures. They had eyes that could not see, ears that could not hear, and their skin was pale and translucent.
Here is the place where I am to ramble about life and love and languages. You'll probably encounter some quasi-anthropological ranting and a lot of wanderlust. I do try not to be too emo, and occasionally throw in things of worldly interest, so stop by and read if you have a few minutes. :)
September 15, 2005
Random Bits of Inspiration
Another end of the spectrum - bizarre, random pieces of something greater... or of nothing at all. :P
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