GoodMouseProductions

Angst of Alliance Like buckling, nippled stitches the fabric of her reality had argument and went on for yards in skewed patterns This was the wrong temperature for tears staining this silk-esk life while misshaping non-elastics of the mind. With elves no good under stress, she went to bed helpless Yesterday's catch swam nocturnal circles nibbling holes into the extentions of her that held baited promise Strengths deminished where iron and will tend to collect Salted air destroys her when she hits those wind-whips that scrape her matt finish. Long ago, there was a fear of needles where now there has nested a voodoo doll well equipped and

 Dear Yana, Today, I called your name aloud. It's the first time I've ever done that. In doing so, I realized that my prayers would, in fact, be answered even though you never heard my voice before. Still, you would know your name and you would know my voice as a Sister Saint and you would hear me, and you would answer. I laughed and relaxed knowing you zero'd in on that immediately from where you are now. Distance doesn't matter. Science has no grip on you. "What am I gonna do, Yana?.... That was the voice you never heard, and I asked, What would YOU do, now?" I have a lot on my plate, Yana. Not so much that I can't manage it. Not so muc