If You Love Me
If you love me, meet me by the clocktower at 3pm. Ultimatums are idiotic. Or maybe I am. Ultimatums are
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If you love me, meet me by the clocktower at 3pm. Ultimatums are idiotic. Or maybe I am. Ultimatums are
I can’t seem to get that feeling back. I’ve spent most of my life trying not to remember technicoloured moments;
I don’t know who put it there, but she would have liked it. The rest of the shrine – why
They call it a perfect storm. I don’t think they would, if they were in the dragon’s mouth. If they
“But what does it mean?” “Well, what does it make you feel?” “That’s not what I asked.” “I know.” “It
In the beginning, there is a voice. The words touch a place of nothingness waiting to be, and somewhere in
She stands silhouetted in the window, watches the shortening shadows and knows in her heart what she won’t
Normally with Lucid Dreaming, my contributors create art, and I write something in response. This week, we’ve turned it on
Continue readingAnd now, for something just a little different…
… Continue readingAnd now, for something just a little different…
When I was five, I painted a picture of a heart. It was the first thing I’d ever made. My
Why do people always assume that I’M the bad guy? Sure, I’m a big guy. And yes, I’m scaly and