| im the hurricane. but you can call me slurricane. |


Here's to Lifei heard from across the table:Here's to Life
'dude. you're better for more in this world than pushing weight.'
i didn't hear the response. my mind fluttered. . .
'pushing weight' gotta be better than pushing daises.
very clever. but not even the best i've heard this week:
love to hate me. hate that i love you. wreck a life. save the world. selfish is. . .
Elemental

Sideways RainI fell down hard,Sideways Rain
Smashing into the earth with a mighty crash that left shards of glass all into the grass. Air was forced out of my baby lungs and into the polluted air. This is how I came to be. My parents grabbed a quill and wrote with calligraphic hand-writing, John Austin Lachausse. The ink sank into the paper, into my veins, and I was forever called "Austin",
And every so often "John" by careless makeshift teachers and witty accomplices. I have walked this earth for fifteen years, fifteen long, exhausting years. I've ran through cities of hatred and love, enemies and lovers, and ab
| im the hurricane. but you can call me slurricane. |
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beautiful work!
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Give me a chance, you'll love me!
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"Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter."
Oscar Wilde
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