

Tribute toPerhaps there is truth, after all in the words of the poets. Those words that bleed from their pens, spilling forth buried flames, old wounds, sparks and dragons and soft, gentle rosebuds onto their sheets of paper. Romanticising the mundane, perhaps, but then again, there is beauty even in the plainest fleck of drywall. Perhaps, there is indeed beauty in this one, this strange being of flesh and blood and dreams and a beating heart. Perhaps the very same you claim to see written in skin and what lies beneath. For I am, after all, another construct bled from His buried flames, old &nTribute to


Blubbering idiot.For all the vast expanse of words in my vocabulary which I have so meticulously collectedBlubbering idiot.
and polished and
scrubbed and cleaned, I find it so excruciatingly infuriating when I find myself searching so damn hard for the right things to say and talk to you about.
For all the charisma and charm which I have been so vehemently accused of overusing by various
witnesses, I find myself at a loss when it comes to coming up with anything even remotely funny or witty. Not a pun, not even a fucking knock-knock joke.
For all the cool and calm and co


Sunbeam.I am happy.Sunbeam.
Today, never have I been so active before, or even as remotely excited. I seem to have found a rather kindred spirit, in the art of whimsicality. You seem to have a way of
captivating.
Captivating me.
Today, I cannot remember the last time I was this engaged.
Or maybe I can.
In that case, I cannot seem to remember how it felt.
Today, I am filled with the kind of colourful joy that fills the children at birth
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The more I see of the world, the less inclined I am to think well of it.
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"We can't prevent what we can't predict..." [D.H]
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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I am Tiky. Hear me RAWR.
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I am Tiky. Hear me RAWR.
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Please read my manga
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