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Date Posted: 09:06:10 12/04/02 Wed
Author: .armistice.
Subject: ].[ temporary truce ].[

.she�s gone home, and baby she�s crying, she�s crying, she�s crying.
.ain�t they so pretty when they�re in pain?.

/\ outline /\

� Aimless wandering with a destination. There is indeed no greater oxymoron. �

� But still it occurs, ghastly apparitions hauling their scarred selves across terrain recklessly, lemmings following one another, nowhere to go and hardly ever trying to get there. Disgusting. And indeed I would scoff if I didn�t do the same, albeit trying to make a name for myself in doing nothing that I want to and whatever they all tell me. �

� But haven�t you heard? �Wherever you�re going, that�s wherever you are.� Then I�m nowhere. �

� Invisible wings fold and crumble, faded and brushed away by touch, a breath of oxygen, pressured as though a moth�s. The patterns mist away in rubble, the butterfly unable to fly, unable to move, poisoned and dying without its beauty. Landscape is as dreary as the insect�s powdery corpse, timbers twisting, gnarled and hunched and threadbare, leaves having long ago fell to stinging cold. A blanket of ivory ice coats tainted grasses, once a lush feed for the equines that walk upon it. Six-pointed stars, contorted in all their faded glory, melding into a frigid coat, a stinging, white-hot laceration to both the flesh and the eyes. Somewhere in the �peaceful� silence of decay, newcomer shifts transparently through the shadows. Four stones crunch the sludge dimly, sinking into the frozen liquid. Few dusty flakes cling to charred appendages, a last hope for them to move, to survive, though they dissipate immediately upon touching warmth, someone still alive in the decrepit surroundings. Alcoholic tone stands out against mint and pearl, hide of the arrival a warm shade of bourbon. The heat of pelt seems to do no good for life form, the lost child creeping across earth with an aimless sensation. Gaze seems to have been affected by the boreal winter panorama, mocha hollows glacial and empty, shells void of most expression. Hearty chuckle forms within the feminine creature�s throat, breath passing through flared teardrops and misting, bleeding into the fog that hangs a heavy veil across the lands. Ebon threads pass through them, tangled and lackluster, dulled by the pounding rays of solar body, since disappeared beyond the hovering clouds, a shroud of angst. Boxy frame swerves, butterscotch bodice unrefined and mundane, though compact. Serpentine muscles write beneath their confines, the shake disrupting polar glare, the piercing attempt at inflicting cowardice. Futile and ridiculous, the inane action is thought better of, and motion continues, carting wretch further into the weathered lands. What a welcome. �

/\ regulations /\

� armistice �
� just a little girl �
� black and tan �
� serenely violent �
� only waterbirds waddle �

{ReRe}
{navyfire86 (aim)}
{blakdragonchylde@hotmail.com}

|armistice|
|three years|
|buckskin|
|passive-aggressive, aloof|
|lemme in|

.she will be nice.
.she will not bite.
.she will not bark.
.she will play nice with others.
.she will not fight.
.she will not listen.

/\ closing argument /\

][ this contract is �. any wrongful reproduction or additional comments will result in your head being removed from your shoulders. ][

][ void in the circumstances of either party withdrawing on their consent or promise. this contract will expire at the death of either party or whenever the signer feels like it. void in the states of kansas, hawaii, alaska, and parts of australia. let it be known that this is verbal, and requires little to no effort in destruction. ][

][ signing the dotted line states that you have read the terms of agreement. they are to be violated only by me ][

Armistice- xoxo

. �he ligh�s are pre��y, bu� �hey�re no� for me .

((>.< drawing a blank�gah. I can�t do html. It�s my weak point. I�m working on it.))

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