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The Maw. 

The dreamer stands at the edge of the abyss and stares deeply into it, while is stares into his soul in return. The silver cord that binds him is tattered and frayed, yet it still keeps him from falling. How it still holds is a wonder, as even now more strands come unbound.  Soon it …

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A reawakening.  

Today I return to this site and reawaken a place where I can go to purge the torments of my life with words and art. To some it may bring a better insite to what I am. To others it may bring pain.   It matters not to me, for what is found in these …

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