

A Hushed GiggleI slowly walk among the ruins of this theatre As I carry in my arms a chest with carvings so intricate, It was as if only a God could have held the chiselA Hushed Giggle
Up on the stage I insert the heavy, rusted brass key and turn to the left The thundering echoes of the tumblers soon follow as they shattered The crystal silence of this cloudy night And as if it itself was solely meant to be only a spotlight, A single ray of light from the moon pierced through the clouds
And shone on the puppet that lay within I gently placed my arms around her, lifting her out Her auburn hair falls


Musing About A PuppeteerIn the dull, nostalgic glow of the flickering lamp, Clandestinely located beneath his exquisite stage, This sadistic puppeteer skillfully glides the shaver Delicately carving intricate designs into his precious masterpiece, While a glistening diamond ring lay forgotten, obscured by dusty memoriesMusing About A Puppeteer
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The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery. ~Francis Bacon
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~~~A person should not be measured by their success, but by the way they handle their mistakes ~~~
~~~Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe. - Albert Einstein.~~~
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you're knightSach right..?
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yey~
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"What are you going to do now!!"
"im going to do my laundry!! has anyone got any spare change??"
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Life is too short for drama & petty things,
so kiss slowly,
Love truly and forgive quickly
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{AnEnchantmentWithin}
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"God is the only being who, in order to reign, doesn't even need to exist."
[Charles Baudelaire]
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Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva\'s snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
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~"Don't Panic"~
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