Your ChildhoodFEARS
Haunted Toys
The Return Of A Lost And Discarded Plaything
What fabrications they are, mothers. Scarecrows, wax dolls for us to stick pins into, crude diagrams. We deny them an existence of their own, we make them up to suit ourselves — our own hungers, our own wishes, our own deficiencies. Originally posted 2011-08-10 19:30:58. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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What win I if I gain the thing I seek; a dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy? Who buys a minutes mirth to wail a week, or sells eternity to gain a toy? Originally posted 2011-08-05 15:21:52. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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