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Stories of Old
June 2005
The Mountain's Secret
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Name: Marie
aka: CityKat
aka: Bubbles
Age: 18 - eek! I'm old...
Birthday: December 13
Zodiac: Sagittarius
Location: The box that is campus.
Loves: RH;MIT, music, friends, the outdoors, all of my hometowns, critters, WAGGGS
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Chicken Soup For The Souless -What goes on in Jesse's brain, nobody knows...
In ThE Tub WiTh SquIsHy -Christina's log, so just keep swimming!.
Lean On Me -Regan's digital and cryonable shoulder.
Manitoulin Wannabe -The heart of the island's where her heart lies.
One Ring... -Ali's blog. Her straight forward is kinda crooked.
Random Thoughts -It’s Jeff! And the voices!.
Searching in the Darkness -Lex's blog, we'll force him to see dawn one of these days.
Somewhere Over the Rainbow -It’s Kuriosity!
Super Spidey -A cookie and a kiss.
The World of Cr0magnus -Tech Reincarnated
Undead and Confused -My favourite Cool Kid!
Moutains and Valleys
Fun Links
Chris's Site -Games, Pics, Jokes... He's got it. And BESS can't get him.
F-Concept! Oi!Oi!Oi! -Leader's only!... okay, and Josh and Bubble!
havesomehats -All I'm saying is; elephants, checkered people, and top hats.
Sinfest -Funny as Hell. Thanks to Lex for getting me hooked.
Too Far North (Awesome)!! -The best band there ever was! (Okay, that might be stetching it, but hey we love you guys!) It consists of a lack of independant brain power and a collective love for music!
Blog Shares -Who's winning today?
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Staring at its elegance, imagining its once flawless shape: smooth and soft, its curves give wind to the song of its tale. It has travelled the world, and it wears its age. A smooth brown broken by a scar: an amazing creation ruined by life’s drama.
I take it in my hand, stroking the wound, hoping that with hope and love and help it will heal. It does. However, my efforts are not as perfect as creation’s. I leave its once smooth, even plain with ridges and curves, marking my presence and changing it from what it was to what it will be. I continue to gently touch the side of the scars together, slowly healing them, until they are no more.
But I do not see that my job is done. I admire its beauty and its soft caress, and continue in my endeavours, trying to fix that which is not broken. I test the limits of its strength, trying to create another level of strength within it. I try the nature of its shape and try to flatten the edges that I have curved.
My testing, my trying, my “helping” all for naught. In the end, I create more scars, that I heal. Then more, and still more scars. I turn from being its saviour to being its destruction. The source of its eternal pain: eternal scarring. And though I always return to help heal those scars which I have created, I am still the creator, the source of pain and suffering.
*hugs*
Running through my head: a brutal murder in the making.
last modified Jun 30, 2005, 04:24 a
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Maybe you could start by apologizing.
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Lex - June 30, 2005, 10:43 p
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