Let me clear my thoughts.
Before morning
Let me scribe my last confession.
Before they come
To snatch away my innocence.
Before they find
That innocence is long since gone.
Before I lose
The milk of adolescence
Before I taste
The bitter yeast of ages.
Before the time
When I shall stand unsheltered
Before I stand
To face the world alone.
Before it comes
I admit fear and confusion.
Before I must
I know I'll make it on my own.
by Meaghan Arundell









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'Collagista!' A collage - zine [link]
BeinArt Surreal Forum: [link]
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"I heard the rumours, I started fires, I sowed a sordid lot of plays for keeps for what I need; Behold the demons that I freed."
I hope you enjoyed this year's Bastille day celebrations.
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"So precious, yet surreal
Life's a one time deal"
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Won't you eat my sleazy pancakes just for saintly Alphonzo?
I'm confused.
But I love your work!
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"So precious, yet surreal
Life's a one time deal"
More clues?
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"So precious, yet surreal
Life's a one time deal"
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