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The Buried LifeMy wings, hand-crafted, perch stapled to my shoulders. The sky gazes endless – and I gaze back; through the shredded curtain of snow, curling over me like a blanket. In frozen uniqueness the snowflakes dance joyously, spiraling downward. From tops of both trees and buildings, whose masters' hands grow on seThe Buried Life
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- Current Residence: New York
- Interests: Art, Poetry, Playing my guitar, and music.
- Favourite band or musician: Blink 182
- Favourite poet or writer: Tim
- Favourite game: Not sure...
- MSN: lJok3rl@hotmail.com
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"My muscles feel like a melee...my body's curled in a U shape...but I'm still too tired to care, and I gotta go..."
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"O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again."
-Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel
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A word to the wise ain't necessary, it's the stupid ones that need the advice.
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