Summary of My Day on ma' Xanga...
There is nothing in my mind.
I am blessed.
There is nothing in my heart.
I am cursed.
Blessed and cursed.
But I got cheesecake in my stomach. So it's cool.
Dream wolves ghosting through the night
Whose yellow eyes dart and pierce with eternal sight
And ears that curve and twist like an idle rite
Fur barely rustling at this awful height
On the summits of the mountains of the Wolf Dream...
-Sunwolf
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