| *Dry Mouth* / *Citrus Refreshing* Sense |


From Hand to HandLike a soapbubble,From Hand to Hand
At an afternoon beneath the scorching sun,
Hovering without direction, in vain
From the washing tanks Throughout time until its abolition,
Exploding in the end, vaporizing to the sky, Life that slips to a stream of fresh water,
Endlessly, plenty mild through my hands
Through my eyes, even my throat ...
From hand to hand melts the soap and water wasted to the ground
Poppies and weeds gently showering,
Running, running and splashing to the platoon
Of ants and enchanted mermaids on the sidewalk!
The hours are lightly grazed... Washwo


Fate?Some people believe in "fate." People see fate as the inevitable future, but fate is the past, there is now nothing we can do to change it. We are not heading into something unforseen and unchangeable, if anthing we are heading away from fate into something that we can shape with all the different choices we will make.Fate?
The future is not predecided but the past is now unavoidable.
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Art is a Blast!
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Give me all your chocolate or I'll destroy the world!
[OK, maybe I won't, but can you give me the chocolate? pretty pretty please with snitches on top!]
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I'm not perfect. 'Cause Mary Sues are and just see what they've done with everything we love
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