Reworking this crap.

I have possibly or still am attempting to perfect the art of writing so people believe it's somehow intelligent and relevant, but really, it's just for me. I swear, this drove my teachers crazy. Insert rofl.

e2 to me; is completely insanely fictional at all times, with blurs of interesting thoughts. If I see something neat, I read it. Doesn't really matter what. I could do a tirade about e2 and the net in general, and why they're fun and no fun at the same time, but I'm pretty sure there should at least be a dozen nodes about those matters already written.

to those who have supported my quest to post writeups here and kept supporting my sour mood tackling weird sentences; thank you. you were right. e2 is awesome.

and to those who worry I might start making sense; seriously? whatever you're smoking, I want some.

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but the dragon whispered

memory work. in 1..2...3....4 ..

but the dragon whispered
with Isabelle in her arms she bent her crooked heart
folded over so many times it failed to resemble much but old paper
smog and ashes portruding through those pores, like mist across a warmer winter night
no matter, be dead or alive, just not be at all.
and the dragon whispered
the words growing
In the deceit of morning upon dark crouching before greater dragon claws
that's when she whispered, the entity she was
People walking by saw the burning roads and bridges, the castles tumbling
I swear, she coughed, drops of black dripping from her fangs
I swear, she laughed, bristling hair in the wind as her head moved
no matter, be dead or alive.
And Isabelle held the dragon heart,
like a storm approaching on another vision of life, she took the candles
in nights to come
she never feared the crooked heart. Protecting her.