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She


She looked beautiful in my dimly lit line of sight. Simply breathtaking. What little light there was picked out all the right features and omitted the wrongs ones. The astonishingly perfect jaw-line she possessed was traced by eyes that could only be my own, eyes that only saw vision I possessed. Those very same eyes inspected the rest of her, my vision probing the perfectly lit features: the jaw-line; the perfect curve to her voluptuous lips; the elongated, inviting neck. This was a precious sight to be cherished. For in this one moment, she became the most beautiful creature ever known to man.

The irony of this gorgeous sight to be beheld was that she was not beautiful at all, in reality. Her nose was oddly-shaped – crooked from being broken so many times by her many opponents that were victim to her uncontrollable rage – for a start and her lips were out of proportion so much that it upset the balance of her face. She also had the beginning of a mono-brow which immediately repulsed all who met her and a few of her teeth were missing which gave her an odd smile (if she ever did smile).

This one time beauty interrupted my thoughts as she began to stir. With the wrong side of her face concealed by the darkness, she arose from her distant, dreamless slumber. No surprise, recognition or even acknowledgement crossed her face as her broken hazel gaze met mine. Was she even awake?

Slowly, her dark, full lips parted. And she spoke. With a confident, lustful voice she spoke the words: “If ever I did tell a lie, you should spill my crimson poison. Forgive me.”

My Own Little World


I spend my time on MSN, Facebook and WordPress and generally just online or engaging in some other activity that doesn’t involve physically interacting with other people. Why? Because it’s the easier to deal with reality. It could be argued that it’s not reality. Everything on the internet can be faked. But then again, everything in reality can be faked… I’m constantly absorbed in my own little world asking myself the same question: what is actually real? I have yet to find an answer to this daunting question. After fifteen years of living, my home life still continues to convince me that there’s really nothing to live for while my online and social lives both try to convince me otherwise. The only things keeping me here are the people I hold dearly and fear of finding out the truth about life… I wonder… Would anyone be truly sad when I’m gone? Or would they just think they missed me? Is the reality I’m forced to dwell in just a pack of lies thrown across the table like playing cards? There’s only one way to find out… So it looks like I wont find out for a while seeing as though I’m sticking to my New Year’s resolution this year…