

But for Her it was the SnowShe loves this time of year. People say spring is the time to fall in love. Spring is when it all happens, when there are picnics and pool dates and softball games. But for her it was the snow, every time.But for Her it was the Snow
Springtime, the sky was to far away. It was piercing blue and miles up. The colors were too sharp and everything was all edges. When it snowed, you could reach out and touch the sky.
She'd turn out the lights, open the curtains, and let the gray light pour in. The soft shadows, she knew, were beautiful. Just in the way they fell across her crumpled sheets,
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made in
good to see that you're back. It'll give me a reason to check DA once in while. maybe I'll even get inspired and start working on something again.
give 'em hell.
Was so nice hearing from you, although I'm not on the site much anymore.
I hope you're doing well and that we can keep in touch a little better this time
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
Excellent!
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you cannot depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.
- mark twain (samuel clemens), american author (1835-1910)
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