a cave of one's own
Oct. 20th, 2002 04:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blustockingI'd like a cave.
Small and dark.
Cold, a pool of clear water welling up from the ground. A drip-drip resounding insane.
The slow progress of blindness, the quick pace of madness.
Withering away, inflicting nothing, no confusion, no sadness.
Stalagmite, stalactite.
Do you dream or do you burrow?
Small and dark.
Cold, a pool of clear water welling up from the ground. A drip-drip resounding insane.
The slow progress of blindness, the quick pace of madness.
Withering away, inflicting nothing, no confusion, no sadness.
Stalagmite, stalactite.
Do you dream or do you burrow?
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Happy belated birthday Bloofish
Re: we were worried, you bastard!
Like Moley, I'm glad you isn't dead.
:D
Here's to another quarter century of torturing the masses...