The Laundramat
2005-09-09 17:51:32 ET

the moon shined (shone?) high above the muggy september night. the clouds danced passed it creating a most elegant scene. far beneath the mysterious moon sat i girl. she wore her hair in a pony tail, and tears on her painfully red cheeks. feet curled under her black cargo pants, and arms crossed over her red fabricated body.

more than a million thought were running through her corrupted head. the black streatch tie at the nape of her neck was the last resort holding them all in, preventing them from escaping.

the girl directed her scarred eyes toward the smiling moon singing her sweet songs inside of her head. it was the only force keeping her sane...

2005-09-09 18:01:22 ET

Its shone i believe..hehe
see your doubly awesome bc your writing stuff about the moon, which i think is very mysterious.. i love the moon..hehe

2005-09-09 18:17:21 ET

the jagged walls of the bird nest
seemed misplaced in the smooth countours amoung the branches

2005-09-10 06:21:11 ET


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