Incessant screams and preposterous mourning, ludicrous nature of the internal self contradicts the visible external. Furiousity collected within, and the chest tightened with grudge. The heart relents, but never forgets retrospection. Shut-eyed, tear-soaked, mascara-smudged, it is only slumber that will take her further than her given boundary to reach. Her lover tarnishes her faith with batters and spiteful scorning. Her empty being brims itself with hatred and unforgiveness as she narrowed herself from the world.

She then found herself in the world of the unconscious, where the beings there, too, were exactly the same as when they were in reality. She forced her soul, lost in the middle, between dreams and reality.

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The idle interferes, the timid and cowardly hides, the protective inconsistent in her tellings and cowardly deeds. Far too long, have these matters been dragged by chains and venomous chatters. An end, would be the kiss of apology.

Cheryl: I think Germaine owes me apologies too, don't you think?
Julian: never mind
Julian: She doesnt know all these alright?
Cheryl: No, I don't practice such bad habits
Cheryl: Well, she should
Cheryl: Tell her
Julian: I will.
Cheryl: Or we will
Julian: Ok.

An apology from Germaine would dissolve all problems. It would be nice too.
Cheryl 06.15.05 - 7:08 am #
Give her time. She will. She just need the computer. Thanks.
Julian Homepage 06.15.05 - 12:47 pm #

An email from Germaine:
My apologies for everything that has happened. I hope everything would end here and get on with our own lives. Thank You.

Maine