sleep

The purple hooded monk has the cure to make me sleep The root it holds so close and dear will clear my active mind Standing in taciturn contemplation toes buried in the ground Taking a bite of the valued root whose juices numb my lips and...

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On the Road: The Musings of a Rat

#2 of musings well, time to save my character's sorry skin. as i sit here, watching narissa nurse the water skin like a babe suckles its mother's teet, all i can do is think; how sad.

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Temperance

Anyways, enough musings. let whoever finds this diary, find it.

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Musings of a Rat: Pas de Deux

#3 of musings i've been wondering, about these two and now is the best time to actually put it down. journal entry 40 i finanly have a moment of peace, who knows how long it will last out here.

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Inspire Me

#22 of national poetry writing month some call it a muse. some call it that voice in their head that pops up when they get a great idea for something. i just call it my inspiration. specifically as it applies to my writing and poetry.

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Musings of a Rat: Power

#4 of musings a general rat's nest of ideas jasper has written down. power can be a frightening thing, it is so easy to abuse and use it to bend others to your will.

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Wheels and Gears that Turn

My muse is in so distant black hole snickering at my expense as she sips mojitos and flirts with my ever decreasing attention. neither wishing to return any time soon. i rub my hands against my face as a frustrated sigh escapes my lips.

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Musings of a Rat: Love

#1 of musings love, it makes you crazy. love can make you do some stupid things, not to mention downright crazy or dangerous. i watch rust, then narissa, and the only thing that crosses my mind is "what will he do if we are not able to save her?"

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The Muse

I'll be your muse today." maia stood in front of the man, and then she started to run her purple and white paws up and down her torso.

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The muse

She guides my words and leads my thoughts She comes at any moment unexpected When she leaves it is hard to find her No words can be formed without her presence She does not stay in one place Always on the go.

Plush Love Volume 1, Episode 28: Implications

Luke grinned up at Nathan as he took back his brush. He just couldn't help himself. That brushing had felt _so_ good. He couldn't remember anything feeling quite like that before. It was even better than a long, hot shower. He and his littermates...

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Lagomorphs -- Chapter 32: Musings

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