Ouch.

December.Deep seeded in roots of green and white, stored stoic,December.
substrative to glacial ice, Lost that last December morn, Frozen clear, now withered and worn, The saline slicks their subtle swell, The piercing black, to which I fell Desperately reaching, calling for air, Swallowed still deeper, drowned in her stare.


Domo Arigato Mr. DeYoung.It is the eve of my eighteenth birthday, and everything around me seems to be ominous signs of what has yet to come. I came of my own volition, and enter with trepidation; I still dont know what to expect. It is just as I feared. A thin veil of smoke invades the air around me, forcing me to taste its foreboding gray, toxic nature and the pungent yeast aroma nearly chokes me. There he was; my survival instincts kick in- my heart begins to race, my eyes begin to dart, and I fear for my sanity. I looked to my sister for reassurance, and sure enough I was sane; I hadnt imagined the man in the mullet weDomo Arigato Mr. DeYoung.
Ka D'Argo
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