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Licking attacks lap away this barrier and dissolve direction. This fortitude crumbles, erodes, lessens with each liquid inundation; dangerously discharged half-felt expressions is detrimental. The castle corrodes and drowns the stadid example of steadfast wholesomeness, of class, of rare breed amid the clawing waters of uncaring mediocrity. My sandcastle holds against these sunless tidal waters with withering resistance as the palace drops from within, the structure fouling and failing. This decorated, opulent hope was planted away from the shoreline as an example of uniqueness, of individuality. These suction waters take, rend, laughing-splash patterns of destruction in their churn and rolls. Castle is falling oh family, of familiarity! Where is good against this mindless wash? Where is barrier to pen and cage to this devilish wet darkness? Freedom...Freedom! is shouted from the crumbling tower as it immerses into the splash from which it deviated, evolved, and now returned.
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it depends. but i think i will gravitate as low as it would take me. how about you? how low would you go? what's up with the question anyways. what does the sand castle resembles in your life? i have a challenge for you. i want you to blog something that is cheerful,happy and joyous . do you accept my challenge? oh yeah, i just want to say again that your blog is really cool. :)
That's a hard request. Harder than writing humor. I stare at a blank screen. I'll try.
Weird. Just...odd. I re-read my writing here and I totally believe this piece is about alcoholism. It sure as heck wasn't what I was thinking when I put it down, but it just fits completely. This is the first time my writing, my own words, have reshaped my view on life. Too honkin' weird.
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