kerri and sophie are gay for eachother. the end.
^ She told me to write it.....
A Measure Of CertaintyLove, hate.A Measure Of Certainty by HauntedShores
Decided by integrity.
Puppetmaster on the strings,
Weilding all beings.
Matter and choice.
Hear this voice.
Try and win freedom.
Build a new Kingdom.
When the rule of one, crumbles down.
We are all kings without a crown.
No matter what, as long as we fight.
Life, is our right.
That's the worlds gift to you.
First Smoke"two of us hitched a ride & drove, collecting tar." ~originillFirst Smoke by manchaliaina
The night widens in the driving. Knowing that there is really nowhere left to go, no outside, that there are hills to the right of us and a ravine to the left and past that, the widest, wildest, least civilized of cities; knowing that we haven't really got anywhere to go, the night widens with generosity in the driving.
Take a smoke out the window as the wind whistles by. Not whistle. The wind is too quiet, the autumn air is lazy and the wind only wanders by, agitating the fire on the tip. Frustrated joy in her eyes – it's been so long. And what wraps us up – the hills, civilization – lets us down. We're turning in circles. Circles round the markets. Circles round new condominiums. Circles around circles in the middle of the road, one, two, three, just for fun. Let your hair down, roll up the window, the cold is seeping in; but no, the smoke.