where it is safe to feel unpopular;
where my madness, my music and my mayhem come together, creating my magick; where friends are welcome, anytime, as long as they leave their negativity at the sturdy, well-worn door. MY fortress. MY strength. MY space.
MY neverland.
Monday, September 01, 2008
What marks the line between thinking with your eyes closed and dreaming? Aren't dreams just thoughts that you think while asleep?
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