Journal created:
on 16 January 2006 (#9273151)
Updated:
on 31 January 2009
Name:
soulconsignment
I am seeking a soul, about three lightyears wide and six orbs--no seven--high. I will pay top hours healing receptivity. I sold mine to a malicious, whimsical artistic acquaintance for a phonecall wich in hindsight..was not worth it.
I am tired of paying rent to sleep. I really dig the smell of the cedars and holes. I dig holes. I often get lost in them and the layers of fabric and paper littered about the earthen floor.....my whirlwind of projects....
I require expression uninhibited by the posession of books and other heavy articles, such as pencils.
I am tired of paying rent to sleep. I really dig the smell of the cedars and holes. I dig holes. I often get lost in them and the layers of fabric and paper littered about the earthen floor.....my whirlwind of projects....
I require expression uninhibited by the posession of books and other heavy articles, such as pencils.