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Friday, September 16, 2011
how is gay marriage a threat to the 'sanctity' of marriage?
why are people afraid of gays getting married? how can it possibly affect already existing marriages? it can't. unless....you or your husband/wife is having an affair with one of the men or women.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Tres Bien
Tres Bien
I, the living paint brush
move across the barren canvas called Earth,
and seek to spread my colors across humanity
Ever changing, never static, blind and unaware.
I am you.
Friday, September 2, 2011
September 2nd
Walking through a snow covered forest, a savage foe approaches. He is not bear or wolf, or mountain lion, he is man, slowly creeping into my haven in the trees. The trees speak to those who will listen, and I have listened for many years. Their branches bend and sway in the wind, but the trees cannot sense what I can sense, a monster comes to pillage my home.
-First Paragraph of The Chronicles of Merrick
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