So, here I am. I'm officially a struggling playwright I suppose. Time to start putting my stuff out there for publishing if I can get it out there... anyone know any publishers?
-Megan Noelle


Sanitary Subconcious SanityShe 2: Sanitary. Sanitary for your safety. Sanity for your safety. Sane for your safety. Sane for you. Sane.Sanitary Subconcious Sanity
She: Falling asleep at the keyboard again trying to muster up and original thought.
She 2: Original. Original is over rated. Oratory skills are over complicated. Organic food will never make you smile like greasy food will. Orgasmic is used too often to describe things. Organ.
She: Music can be a hideous if carelessly handled.
She 2:
Hideous. Hideous is how I feel.


Fault...an old poemMy FaultFault...an old poem
I hurt my parents feelings I make my sister miss me. I make my dog spin in circles nervously and wag her tail and whine because she senses the lack of joy in my heart. I make my brother upset. So upset he cries alone in his room My brothers room is orange. Hes crying inside a pumpkin A pumpkin carved into a smiling jack o lantern A smiling pumpkin- with a crying boy inside. What have I done?


Not lost, never found.playlist on shuffle attempting to muffle the sound of my heartache the loss of that I never earned I should have learned a long time ago that youre not my beau And so Ill row rowNot lost, never found.
row row my boat around this old moat and clog up my throat with all of these years of all of these fears and all of these tears that I gave you I wish I was brave to get up and say who makes me ache so but then youll just tell me that youre not my beau.
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"There is no terror in the bullet, just the anticipation of it." -Alfred Hitchcock
[see journal]
its Victor from school!
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"There is no terror in the bullet, just the anticipation of it." -Alfred Hitchcock
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"It's not very pleasant, being sane." -Aurieth's 'Grima'.
"Everything popular is wrong."-Oscar Wilde
"Would you ever say to me: 'Stop. If you love me, stop?' "
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"We were once together, now I'm simply surrounded."
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"By the time I realized it, I had already swung the bat. My palms still sting."
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To every door, a key. To every night, a dream.
"They come in FLAVORS?!?!?!" --Roxas
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