When you've burned up the last tree, and the flames lick at your feet, and the grains fall across your face will you mourn your own pity or will you see? The earth will make this right, the winds will blast sand and ground down the glass and steel the wood and concrete to dust in water and again we'll be gone. Like we were never here before. » Continue Reading
So I was one of the people who was on Myspace, as an adult, back before it was purchased by the evil NewsCorp... I lost a lot of blog entries, but most of them were kinda poetry type entries that I salvaged some of via tumblr (of all things)... anyway. Wondering if anyone else is missing their old stuff. I'm pretty sure my account is long deleted, but I think we lost access to the blogs at some po... » Continue Reading