i am the child of the wasteland....a land of haunted houses and monsters i call father. dark talents run in the family, but i shatter the glass to let the moonlight in, not to destroy something fragile for the feeling of breaking beneath my fists. all i can do is scream, crawl out, and keep screaming. but i can hold the sparrow, mend its wing... i am the spring rain and the hurricane... the monsters cower now, not me, not you. *xn* |
My dog Pippin passed away this morning at 10am. She had come back from severe illness before but since she was 17 it was harder this time and we did fight for her when she became ill again just a few days ago, but in the end the creator, whatever it is, decided they needed a good and wonderful dog with them and she was lying peaecfully with the poodle next to her and all of her family , she knew we were with her. She took off and now nothing no illness no anything can slow her down.
christian
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