uh oh. SaD sucked another one in...

hullo. this is silence and death (SaD, at times), and I am the webmistress, amara enid. don't expect much...I don't know a ton of HTML and I can't write worth crap. so this is my hole out in the universe...curl up with some food or something and get cozy. I promise not to start shouting things about big orange couches or TGIF at you. yes, that's right...look, silence and death is totally indie! that means no matter who you are or what you're for, you can come here. it's not like I'm stopping you. it's not like I'm standing at the "door" to silence and death, carding people. no. I could give a crap less. so c'mon in. have a nice time. that's right, kids, it's silence and death--no aesthetic qualities needed. (because *I* sure don't have any. where would I be if I couldn't even get into my own website? ^_~)

 

the sad story of amara's life--the girl who *should* be grown out of dressing crypt keeper dolls up in old doll clothing and then laughing when they look gay--but isn't.  what makes this even funnier is that the doll says three phrases--one being an evil laugh.  it brightens my day to see an evil crypt keeper doll dressed like dennis rodman, laughing like ren hoek.  >:DDDDDDDD and yes, that is my room.  I'm living like I'm 5 years old!!!! OH, THE HUMANITY!!

 

division of the mind can't be that hard--i do it every day

 

long corridor

winter garden

(stuff that doesn't go anywhere else, rants, thanks, etc)

(my works [fanfics, rpg, poetry, original fic, lyrics])

 

update

(gee, what could this be)

 

wormholes

(link to me)

 

i am not alone

(gifts/awards I've procured)