gottabgottabegoottabeeand float away
to the sea
and to space.
the stars will be sprinkles
on my breakfast.
Winifred and Harriet: MoonTeenage sophistication. Legs and arms bare and warm. Sweat on foreheads and in armpits and damp clothes from humid air and smoke. Hot, hot, hot. Hide inside until the moon hangs in the sky. Then slip quietly through the window, or out the back door. The moon's milky light bathes skin in a glow that illuminates the ground.Winifred and Harriet: Moon
A face turns up to the sky, the stars reflected in her eyes. Bright, bright, blue looks dark in the midnight. Deep water from the ocean swims around her pupils. Winifred comes up from behind Harriet, and startling her out of her stare, tickles her sides. Harriet gives a small shriek and jumps away, face livid bu
Winifred and Harriet: HorsesWinifred's mane whips like snakes in the wind as she gallops through seas of gold. Delight fills her heart as the feathered tips of wheat tickle her soft belly. Her dark hair shines in the light of the setting sun and she is the only contrast to the golden land the two have discovered deep inside the world. Harriet's palomino skin reflects the sun and she blends in with the light emulating from their golden place. Her eyes are blazing with glory. She cries out in joy at the feel of the wind smoothing out over her soft skin. The two's hooves pound faster and faster on the earth until they are lost in the buzzing of sound andWinifred and Harriet: Horses
Winifred and Harriet: GhostsTwo white shapes move quietly around the near empty house. With the last pieces of furniture draped in long sheets, the house is a shell. Sliding, whispering sounds echo as socked feet run around and around, sneaking and stopping, crawling and hiding.Winifred and Harriet: Ghosts
At the end of the hallway there is a floor length mirror with a gilded frame. The two shapes glide swiftly and come to a shaky halt in front of their reflections. Holes cut out of the white sheets reveal two very bright blue eyes and two very dark brown eyes. They gape at their reflections. Silently, the shapes form two mutated lumps where arms would be, as high in the air as they c
Winifred and Harriet: SmokeSmoke rises lazily from the cigarette between Harriet's fingers. Blue and grey and shifting shape, it casts milky shadows on the wall and ground beneath her. The falling sun lights her face so it seems like she is glowing, the freckles dusting her face looking golden. Harriet lifts her chin and closes her eyes. Her lips move slowly, shaping words as she sings quietly. And even if the words don't sound right, I will love you till the day my heart dies, the day my heart dies. Harriet takes a deep drag and sighs, smoke engulfing her face and settling in her hair. Footsteps approach softly and Harriet's gaze on the world in froWinifred and Harriet: Smoke
Uneasy
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They say we're insane because we think outside of the box. My question to you-WHAT BOX?!? Where is this box? I don't see the box! You're busy babbling about an imaginary box that only you can see, and you're calling ME crazy? -Uncle Yo
I have a wolf soul!
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say something beautiful or be quiet.
yawh?
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say something beautiful or be quiet.
but,
you are
the pippin to my merry
the precious to my gollum
the gimli to my legolas
the ring to my sauron
and the sun to my world.
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say something beautiful or be quiet.
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