Wow.
So. Uh. Hi.


solutions.you were never one for poetry, i know.solutions.
you were always much more inclined to numbers, to all things linear and logical and clearly defined. (i always envied that you could extend that way of thinking to the entire world.)
which makes it somewhat ironic that i seem to have little choice but to write this for you.
perhaps i should write you an equation instead, a beautifully balanced formula with four variables and five constants and the derivative of your hunched-over spine. the ellipses of your wrists, the parabolas of your ribs, the tangent curves of your hipbones.
the only substance left o


ConformingConforming to the Counter Culture: Costa Mesa’s SoBeCa DistrictConforming
Maybe it’s the rusted metal bars intersecting dangerously overhead, or the graffiti that covers the walls on either side, but something about this place leaves you feeling like you’ve just walked into the wrong side of town. And you’re not really sure you want to leave.
It’s 6 p.m. and the lights have finally come on in this small, post-apocalyptic alleyway, spilling over the enormous slabs of concrete and broken tile that scatter the ground. Each of the buildings that line the edges is distinct in its own respect, causing the p
Masquerade
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"Peace? I hate the word as I hate hell and all Montagues."
W. Shakespeare.
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Also see the Bubbles´s digital art page ~BloodberryBubbles
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"There isn't a tomorrow without u"
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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
it really means a lot.
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i'm so lost, i'm barely here
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