Gone back to how it was and should be. No more discussing ails. I'm
fine. This is not and should never have been the place for that. Blindly, it's just pictures, art, friends, and good things to be shared.
Nothing else is worth mention. Not important. Deal.


You
fall asleep. Pure evidence of grace. The life you keep
hidden starts to dance upon your face. And, I will know your secrets before night is through. I feel it show. You open up to what is
true.
So,
don't hide from me.
I swear that I'll be true.
...your pain is all that's keeping me from you. 
The strength I've left evaporates within your dreams. As we take stance, closer to another time and place. Your words are
short -- cutting my defenses like a razorblade. And, I'm torn apart trying
not to let you see through my charade..

But,
I'll hide from you. I
swear I know you'll be true.
My pain is all that's keeping me from you.
...
don't hide from me. ...
i swear that i'll be true.
Your words sink deep,
but I must believe myself before I can believe in you.
I
can't hide right now; I've gotta do this
somehow. This pain
will not keep me away from you.
I can't hide right now. I've got to do this somehow. ....this pain will not keep me away from you. 
I've made a new account that I'll be spending my time transferring some things to and mainly keeping most of my writing there and hopefully opening some doors to share some things I might not otherwise share here or clog this gallery with.
....
follow me if you wish .... or spread the word if you don't want me to be [alone] either.
so stick . it . in . -- the ~
VinyL-Tapp

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Devious Comments
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I'm LOVED. Not just liked- passionately, ardently, ADORED with wild, reckless, selfless abandon. Jesus is so crazy about me that it overwhelms me every time I think about it. And believe me, His Love makes all the difference in the world.
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Look also at my stock account - ~pelleron-stock!
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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'There is no more lively sensation than that of pain; its impressions are certain and dependable, they never deceive as may those of the pleasure women perpetually feign and almost never experience'
- Marquis de Sade
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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tabah sampai akhir
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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