Thank you all so much for all of the support you've given me since November of 2005 and I'm sorry I don't have better closing words.
Respectfully departing,
Allyson
Oblivion

the passing.In those days, we saw everything in black and white and gold. Fingers longingly tracing the barrier that we so eloquently built with our tall tales, we ignored the door that was so clearly there; we reveled in the sheer impossibility of our matching eyes and hands and hearts. The word "tragedy" spilled off our tongues like we were saying "Heavenly Father" and our world was the Church. You were the most sacred thing to me, and I was yours. Always yours.the passing.
The apocalypse struck so much sooner and fiercer than expected and there we were, locking the door and sending the key to the depths of the Atlantic. The gold dripped off the pages
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Originality is a bourgeois concept.
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