Sunday, January 29, 2006


my muse :D

A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretense. No truth seems true. A simple morning's greeting and response appear loaded with innuendo and fraught with implications. . . . Each nicety becomes more sterile and each withdrawal more permanent.

Maya Angelou


- n|x - was loved at 10:38 PM
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~I will keep your secrets. Just think of me as the pages of your diary.~


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