SalemSaberhagen12

The dragons just kept getting cuter. I'd meant them to be scary, with snakelike heads and pearly fangs, but as my fingers gained more practice the dragons they shaped became younger and more innocent, their wings tiny and their eyes wide. Dull spikes lined their heads and tails, not yet sharpened by age. They lay on their bellies or sat up and watched with good-natured curiosity. They were friendly. They were sweet. They were flawed, and there were a lot of them. I experimented with color and pose, sculpting the way others would turn a stress ball. Every morning I baked the newcomers in my oven, and within a week my desk was overrun. Rows o

Open Wounds life is but an open wound always pouring forever drowining us never slowing people are foolish to think that they can stop us but they cant each one of us is filled with flaws good and bad we are different yet the same no one can truely see what we see they will never understand the pain the suffering the anguish there might be others like us but we are alone

Things to do when you're bored: • Stand outside a nursing home as the Grim Reaper • Wait around corners and scare random people • Sign up for informational meetings and when you get there say 'gosh darned it I thought this was about where to get drugs' and then leave • Go out and adopt fifty puppies • Go to the park, get no higher than five feet, jump and scream 'I can fly!' • Travel to Area 51, and tell them a green alien looking thingy traveled out about an hour ago • Make something, give it to someone, and then five minutes later scream at them to 'give it back' • Get a lemonade stand, give o