urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hide_anne_seek pretty is as pretty does. pretty is as pretty does. 2009-03-16T23:45:30Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hide_anne_seek:40896 2009-03-16T23:45:17Z 2009-03-16T23:45:30Z <a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b175/annedrummond/?action=view&amp;current=TheUnbornChildInMe.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b175/annedrummond/TheUnbornChildInMe.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />rest in peace, baby ting. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hide_anne_seek:32053 2009-01-13T04:28:22Z 2009-02-21T22:29:30Z <a href="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b175/annedrummond/?action=view&amp;current=qrj7nd.gif" target="_blank"><img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b175/annedrummond/qrj7nd.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />friends only.<br />and by friends, i mean complete and utter strangers. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:hide_anne_seek:15390 2008-04-02T03:29:37Z 2008-11-20T00:03:15Z when i was younger i would beat my hands on the windows in my room. like they were built to remind me of looking into a two way carnival mirror, inside out upside down to coffin eyed mechanically expressionist, me. to the fear i am as see through and as useful for scenery as what i see beyond a cross pane, that i hang myself on with literal tendency in literary phrasing. beyond blank stares i am counter top plaster chipping at the brim with an overwhelming amount of hot air. i am exceptional, at a standstill. nothing more than the most useless exception to death. i break down these fragments to brake the light seeping through, right through me. <br />did it do the trick?