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Hall Of Fame ( 23 - March 2012 ) Before talking about the features, I want to present
something briefly. For those who still care and who would like to make a
change in someone’s life, you are free to share your ideas concerning
our project called The "Think about it" Project. Your opinion counts! And no, we are NOT
expecting donations of any kind etc. , because this project isn’t based
on any financial principle. Details can be found on the official updated website: www.thethinkaboutitproject.com .
Those who have been members of our Group for quite a while are aware of
the fact that many of the Group's Submissions end up in my,
Alligatorr's and gppr’s Favourites, being featured wherever it
is possible to do that and being suggested as DDs. So, keep submitting,
people, because there are only advantages in it for you.
This is the Hall Of Fame of our :iconForeverArtGroup: .
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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