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	darkman424 2006-07-08 03:28 am UTC (link)
	I was wondering if you were ever going to post in here again. ;) (Reply to this)

	phalkon13 2006-07-17 11:49 am UTC (link)
	;) WM can tend to be a very dusty place. -JL- (Reply to this)

In secret, the lost soul peeps in...
(Anonymous)
2007-07-27 03:01 pm UTC (link)

LDO>::::blows dust off herself and her Journal::::
LDO>Thought I'd just leave a note saying that I was alive. The "well"
LDO>part I'm not sure about, but I'm here, anyway.

music: The Cranes - Shining Road (Brauer mix)
music: Epsilon Minus - Just Another Long Shot
(Massiv in Mench Mix)

As my lost soul found...
I digged into the internet chest further from myspace and see your
dark signatures here. (dark laugh) (Imposing look)...

Clothes of change and twirls of pain, your face in paint, your tears in
black this movie displayed, from memory, it seems like centuries..

AS you puffed your cigs and drank your liquid brew, as a dancing
friend I looked from afar. My stay of heart was your circle fear
a reality where you thought I dare not peer.

The years of your ponderings make you a loss of focus, narrowing
your beliefs. The cobwebs in your mind of death, of life, of passion and
strife show you are confused by many who mused. Just target your soul
into careful possibilities of mind, be in control. Beyond the working day
or the kick boxer play your soul longs for dark canvass, to put your
thoughts in white, your heart's plite. You desire a name like Isis
became where chants, bellows and power once was. That time is past,
wandering one, all go to the grave and all come out again but never
the place of once was. There is a God of life and he controls time,
where the answers lie devine.

Live now free of past degrees, the universe expands forever.

Silently I watched and kept my words. 'Should I walk on sacred ground?'
I said to no one but myself. 'Was I given a key to tread in caverns where
ancient thought dwell?' and given no entrance silently I watched and
kept my words again. So in secret I walked with
candles, flames and careful aim, in and out where
a door without lock remains.

And so time moves on...

the lost soul

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