water plicks into its own puddles
its own lake,
plummeting from the high cavern ceiling—
plick.
plick.
plick.
every echoing ripple
reflecting myriad times the face
that is not a face.
chalky, flaky,
yet smooth—
such is the mask
he wishes he could tear that off—
he wishes to God that he could tear it off.
plick.
tears
from below the disguise
abuse the lake
as they fall.
he goes back inside,
silence near to being broken.








Lo Miss Kirianna. I'm sure you've discovered the problems with DevART by now right? Stupid yes? ^__^
About the DevWatch - I really can't remember
Thanks for your comment on "If we were", I hope to find more time soon, so I can come back and return the favour.
Take care
anyway, thanks again
I will look through my garbage to see if I can find anything suitable. And thank you for pushing me...I do appreciate it.
I hope you have been well and enjoying life. I will write more soon...this is going to be a crazy week. I am leaving for Portland, OR on Thursday, back on Monday. I will make an honest attempt to write more...maybe on the plane.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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You're awesome.
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My comics: [link]
My website jngaio.com: [link]
You must ear the music of Gjallarhorn...You have some 30 sec samples on Amazon or on their website Gjallarhorn dot com... Please go there...they are awesome and I'm listening to them right now... I feel I want to do another one of those Arcanes...
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