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before it burns out was created one day when i went home sick from work because i
was rather dizzy, feeling as though i had earned a well deserved hangover, though i had drank nothing. before i became
incapable of moving anything but my eyes, i decided it was necessary to create sometime, as the endless consumption of pre-thought
thoughts and the like had overflowed in my mind and sat on the verge of destruction. to that end, this page is dedicated
to passion and creativity - without which i can not see a life worth living.
any wholly original short fiction/photography/artwork, etc would be happily accepted and published
here, in a series of ones and zeros which somehow come together to create a whole once more. please feel free to send
anything of interest to me at tornouteyes@yahoo.com and we shall see about adding it to the collective memory (or universal oversoul, if you will...)
all work shall remain your own to do with as you damn well please, it would just be put on
display here for the world to see and perhaps be enriched by. at least you would stop consuming, be it even for just
a moment. create something.
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"Daisy turned away from Winterbourne, looking at him, smiling
and fanning herself. 'Good night,' she said. 'I hope you are disappointed, or disgusted, or something!" - Henry James
Daisy Miller
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