blackmale

I use my pocket watch to meditate. The ticking helps me go deeper into myself.  So to celebrate my zen-ness I wrote a lil poem This is not a watch It is the spinning cataclysm It is the first light in the dark, turning at the center of everything It is the power that burns in the everlasting hellfire of creation It ticks with the beating heart of the universe It is not a watch.

Pairing: Edd/Marie, and more as the story continues. Rating: T Author's Notes: Well, here I am, all my loyal readers. Mr. Alaska, back from his mental vacation. Boy, I needed it too from that epic thing I called chapter 8.... My head still hurts a little. Don't worry, I'll get over it. But, I have to be straight with all you readers out there. I might not be able to update as often as I'd like to. As I said in the previous chapter, I'm a sub-custodian for my school district with my hours being from 3:30pm to midnight.... Yeah, it's rough. So because of that, I fear my updates will be farther apart. But don't any of you worry. I have no inte