and newer art.
I needed a chance to start over.


Story in a ParagraphShe walked to this spot every day, and let her feet hang above the mulch. Some days, the ones heavy with fists and ropes, she tipped her head back and let her eyes melt into the sky. She would move her perch back and forth, and listen to the chains creak when her feet were level with tree branches.Story in a Paragraph
She'd only tip her head back on special occasions, because she was afraid the world might stay upside down if she did it too often, in the same way that your eyes could get stuck if you cross them too often or too long.
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"The most merciful thing in the world... is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant we should voyage far." -H.P Lovecraft
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BEWARE!!!!!
Yrs sincerely
The Opera Ghost
"It's stew. Take it or leave it. Three customers this morning have done both."
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