we threeit is too late to be leaving home but Ilong for the night to shed my skin.tonight I will not be afraid of the black shapes in thedarkness, for I am one of them.we three at night,crashing half-blind through the underbrush,soaring over the treetops.thorns cut me open and I step out into radiance.we three are kings, and all around us our festivalglitters in bioluminescent sparks,our path arrayed with sacrificial tables of stone.our crowns are the crushed autumn leavesin our hair.we three at night,crouched atop the spires,watching with wide eyes our empire and thesmall figures wandering through.we three are vampi
Childhood OdditiesOdd topics require odd titles.This journal exists because the other one's getting old and i needed something to keep this interesting. Also, the amateurish journal skin i created years ago annoys me and since i'm an absolute N00b when it comes to CSS i thought it would be best to finally remove it.The last nights i was biking through our town to do nightshift (i love doing that. Not a single soul around and you realise how quiet even the civilised parts of the world can get) and while letting my thoughts flow i was grabbed by some intense nostalgia for some reason. I remembered my childhood especially and....how ridiculously naive i used to be back then. The way i saw the world, all the things i had to learn and understand first (the very anatomy of „sarcasm" for example).I remembered some cases that appear especially wondrous to me nowadays when i think about it so i thought it would be funny if i share some of them.Childhood Oddity 1:Black and white television.I grew up
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