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She screamed at random moments in the day in an effort to test out whether reality was stable or if she could make it ripple like a mirage. ...
said Old Man Robert, reminiscing fondly of times gone past. It was then that the world ended It ended like everyone said it would, with zombies and blood. I fold the 20 dollars and place them on the keyboard. A strobes of light flickering from the screen when I turn my eyes away from it. When I approach the computer every lights and electrical appliances shut down except for the computer screen. A sentence with white Times New Roman font appears. "Enter here". What's there to lose if I press the Enter button? My life is dull. Nothing has ever changed. A total parallel. Without hesitation, I pressed the Enter button. Nothing happened. Then, another sentence appeared on the screen again. "Welcome to The HELL". You did say that there's nothing to lose, right? I like THAT Sometimes he woke up from a blazing dream, having seen the universe and all of time, sprawled in majesty. And he knew he was smaller than a mote of dust in the Grand Scheme of Things. He would shiver as the blanket shrank from him and the darkness shunned his presence. He would moan, just to assure himself that he indeed lived. He found himself holding his breath...
his body...
refused...
to continue so meaningless an action. He rolled out of bed and onto the cold tile floor. He heard his body hit the floor, the vibration carrying through his bones. His clammy cheek married itself to the hard slab as his body slowly stopped its wretched struggle and became still. He was free. Well, personally I love to vent my lexicographical legerdemain, I mean extraneous bombastic circumlocution, loquacious I was, verbose I am, prolix I will be, dum dee dee DUM DUM...
.. DEEEEEEEEE! Except sometimes I'll be prattling away when suddenly out pops the wrong vesica piscis and fish bladder's your uncle. And then she whispered in his ear, "I'm a vampire." ...
Woah, that escalated quickly. All that she had to remember was that she had only ever loved him in a fever. It was a good day. And accidentally dropped it in a pit of lava. At last, the old man realized that he had been wrong, and the giant goldfish leaped over the waves. "I told you so." said Lucinda. She watched as Frank Galligher stumbled out of the Jockey pub. They say you die twice. Once, when you take your last breath. And again, when someone says your name for the last time. I looked at her, and by God I'd never seen something so beautiful. She was stunning, incredible, fascinating and pure. You could tell she'd never been touched before, but there was a twinkle in her eye that could tell you she was ready. I was far across the other side of the room; this was just from looking at her and I already knew I wanted to be inside her and let her give into all the cravings she truly desired. I wanted to devour her, love her and make her feel every heavenly orgasm. The thought of touching her soft, pale skin got my breath a little quicker and my body more aroused. To look at her was to look at a forbidden treasure. She could be the next wonder of the world. As much as my male hormones rush beneath them is hopeless infatuation. I could see that her mind was wandering as I gazed in awe at her. What was she thinking about? I want to know. I want to know every thought that goes through her perfect head. I felt like a fool just gawking at this woman. Heaven forbid she should glance in my direction and catch me - I'd be mortified. I tried to imagine what she was like growing up, was she cheeky, sweet, kind, alone? All I knew that in that moment I never wanted her to feel alone again. I felt it was destined for me to be in her life, one way or another. I had been possessed, I was adamant for her attention. And, so with this in my thought process I made my way towards her...
om. (oliviamaria.tumblr.com) He forgot about everything, everything he'd been waiting for because money solved all his problems, even if it was only $20, it was a lot more to a struggling boy like himself. until he said, "tuesday is dying, don't cha know?" "I'll come for you once more, my princess, in another lifetime," whispered the prince to the dying girl in his arms, silently placing a black rose in her hands. "Carry this with you into your next life, and I will find you by the scent of my rose. Until then, I bid you goodbye" he said, vanishing as black rose petals swirled around him. As she walked down the darkened alley, she saw two red eyes peering out of the bushes, like two stars blazing in a black sky. Without a doubt, there was no reason not to fall in love with the girl. She was smart, witty, and ...
dead. "NEVER AGAIN WILL YOU LIVE TO SEE THE DAY!" he shouted before the world faded into darkness. WHAT A BAG OF DAG! Darls Chickens??? Pelvis Eresly??? Kack Jerouac!!! Well, well, well, well, well, well, how very nice. We can never forget the day we all...
. "I'm not even sure where we could go from here, it constantly feels like running" Today I woke up and the sky was empty. There was nothing but white space. I looked around and saw the everything was white and empty. Then I realised that everything that ever happened, and ever was, and ever is did and does not exist. "Don't touch that or you'll die," she yelled I close my eyes and try to forget; I smell him on my clothes. It was the best 20 dollars, it was the worst 20 dollars. But it was good clean cash that I could spend on anything I wanted. I never had an allowance growing up so this was the real deal. The eye of dead, is miracle The last time I had found 20 dollars was when IT had happened. Was this, then, an omen? I decided that it was. The darkness engulfed her, and her deepest desires. But no story lasts forever She screamed, "The light! It burns my eyes!" Always. And as I watched in hopeless horror, it slipped between the cracks separating my fingers and down through the metal grating which was the drain cover :( The large dark man stood in the shadows, watching me from a distance with his cold icy blue eyes. And in that $20 I found a hole in my soul...
a void so extensive that I would bleed eternally and never come back from this great yawning abyss known as life. I was having a bad day even before the Kraken tried to eat me. And just like that, I knew that, even when the passion had been snuffed out of me, the universe was there to keep me fueled. Afterall, I needed that $20 for gas money more than you can imagine. And how many people think that their words fall to the bottom of the page, like a leaf from a tree, and search the lowly bases for their post, only to discover it atop the others...
duplicated for so many clicks on the proverbial mouse button? This I wonder. But the dream fell apart...
like shards of broken glass, all her dreams, desires, hopes, and longings lay in fragments around her feet. She looked down at her bloody hands. "Useless," she thought to herself. From somewhere in the darkness of her bedroom she heard a soft, rasping laugh. She knew the reason for her fall. She would have her revenge. He is always with me, but I can never hold him. bang she fell I see you with her and i have to stop myself from crying...
i wish that you were mine and that i could hold you in my arms.. but i can not...
I am alone now and i wait...
i wait to see if you two will ever break apart then i could have one more chance with you because i believe that i might love you.. I lost you once and it has been eating away at my heart.. so now i ask you ...
will you please be mine and forgive me for what i have done in the past.. for i do have a reason why i did this but once i knew i like you still and that i liked you a bunch it was too late...
. please...
. i love you she caressed her body the green apples were everywhere. there was a girl withered and scabbed. ..and where is Wednesday? i'm gay and queer and im looking my hopes die my hopes are dead i wish i had someone to love Don't cry, sweetheart. It's our fate, just breathe, calm...
slowly, lift your eyes up to me. Look deep into my heart. Who is it that you see? Just like looking in the mirror. It's over now, and you have to go. My love, My life, The reason for my existance. How pure your soul has become. Hold me, let me hold you. Don't fight the feeling, just let it go. Goodbye my love, watch over me and keep me safe...
I will not forget you, I will never stop loving you. society feels obsolete, I'm sick of playing its rules, I think I'll start to cheat I know, I know you could do better, my sweet heart Why you now close, whiter and wipe away your hopes, then? And she is the only one i'll ever love, she's the only one i'll ever see, she's the only one that was meant for me. I don't know why i let her go i was so stupid, why why why? She doesn't know what it's like to be me looking at her, and how can i just be friends with her when everytime i look at her i want to cry. And she doesn't know, we're just good friends. But we need to be more. The day i get her will be the best the first day of my life It died flirtatious FIELD OF DAISIES Waving in the wind Underneath the sky Pick, pull, pluck, pray Will my wish come true? Sweet solitude, quiet reflection A single tiny flower Within an endless field So vast, full, and wide I feel so small here Knowing it's the end Of all my childhood fantasies Time to go out into the world A single, lonely, exiled soul Amongst millions of others Pick, pull, pluck, and pray Will my wish come true? I don't believe in the sorcerers or the preachers- I just believe in you I don't believe in the scholars or the wisemen- I just believe in you When she got up, swaying, the trees were visably thrown off balance. It suddenly seemed odd that the trees could have ever supported themselves, as they began to sway, one way, then around to the other, too far, and fall in succession, bent or shattered in tangled piles, bounce, fight eachothers branches a little, and then settle. In the stillness that followed, Bethany, while looking around, began to feel a very slight tug. The tension had become tangible. The almost invisable fibres, the trout fishing lines attached to several points around her head and face began to pull lightly. She realized it had started already. And so she said "I can't wait until you're sixteen", with such a tone in her voice that for a moment I thought it was real...
and somehow, I wish it had been real. si te llama la atencion el desmadre, soltar todo tu miedo y aventarte de todas a todas al mundo nunca pensando en las consequencias solo dejando te llevar por la vida te invito a que me acompanes, vamos no tengas miedo, volar, tomar, sentir, cojer, amar, soltar, pasear, vamos. let me tell you the real #@$%!!. there is no way out, you are never safe, to try to explain to somebody is like saying goodbye forever to yoursef, your soul that is if there is one, do you? will you? passion rules every aspect of your life dont deny it. WHAT IS IS. Singing in the rain...
just singing in the rain...
oh what a wonderful feeling...
I'm happy again! teehee! My hair has been hard to brush for the past year. Maybe I shouldn't brush it. No, I'm going to just brush it. Yeah. MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE ROCKS. Reaching a hand up to touch her face, I felt her sigh before I heard it, and captured her lips under mine. Kissing deeply and without restraint, a hand sliding to gently cup her breasts as she cupped mine. Her taste was exquisite and I knew in my sould that I would never forget this moment. The way her hair ran like silk through my fingers, and he way her breasts brushed just below mine, pressing on the part of my torso that was neither chest nor stomach. And the way I could feel her heart beat as though it were mine, and the delicate shiver as she gave herself up to me. She was then my passion personified, and now she is only my heart lost...
...
and just like that she's dead. Still and cold on the floor. Alone and gone, for everyone who was with her perished as well. Nothing good can be said now because nobody cares. And nobody's there, nobody's breath a mist over her corpse, and nobody's soft hands on her neck feeling for her pulse because the universe has dropped away as well, she is just a corpse on a floor in the abscense of the universe. The distant recesses of space reaching infinitly away from her; they can't help her now, and they won't try because it's pointless. Nothing matters now, and no one will help. Her spirit doesn't float from her body, her soul doesn't go to God; he never existed in the first place and his so-called existence was just in her head to keep her going. But that belief is fruitless now, because she is cold, still and alone. i confessed to you my admiration and i'm sure my eyes betrayed this...
blind adoration ,this...
hapless and naive endearment. i thought that maybe i could close my eyes and i'd find your fingers would entwine mine and i'd smile and place a kiss on your lips (warm and scented; i could once again imagine how that kiwi lipgloss tastes) and your fragrance - i had played it out so exquisitely in my mind's eye, so when your gaze was elsewhere i went numb, i couldn't imagine anything could possibly happen besides how i so fondly imagined it so. and now i berate myself; how could i have been so mistaken? and with every bruise on my thigh, i love you, and with every cut on my arm, i love you, and with every twinge of hunger and every meal i skip, I LOVE YOU, and when you shy away from me in the hall and when your eyes darken, how can i not weep, silently, and not remember those gracious scatterings of your private affection, the look you gave me, your touch, and when (twice!) you drew me towards you, closer, and you had in fact submitted and did not pull away when i went down on you, those few passionate exchanges we shared, your flesh against mine - why is it you permit me to adore you like that, yet now you turn me away? And the beat goes on...
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History repeating itself...
.AGAIN a dream of sweetly smiling eels two eggs and inky pebbles Finnish caterpillars writhing skeletons lightning-quick fairy children crash land in the sweltering desert salmon jitterbugging just another Monday morning Sleigh bells ring but we aren't listening It wasn't the first time Donna had approached him for help and it sure as hell wouldn't be the last. He decided to cave in this last time and then apply his new life philosophy, Trickle-Down Mercy, to her the next time she- the eternal pre-adolescent- came floating over on her webbed ballerina feet. here as i sit at this empty cafe, i remember,all those moments, lost in wonder, that we'll never find again. tho the world is my oyster, it's only a shell, full of memories. But she had a dark secret that she dared not speak. Following in the ways of Sappho, Ophelia fell in love with a special enchanted kind of girl. She was taken by a girl who was deep into demonic forces. And Ophelia was taken by her identity. What was she to do? Should she take a chance on true love, or maintain stability? Come weep with me, come wash away the pain, the mistakes, the fears, and the agony. Share of your pain here, your deepest sorrows, your most heartfelt distress. Perhaps in this sorrow will be lessened, pain will be eased, and wounds to be healed. Perhaps in seeing others' like ourselves we will not feel so alone and perhaps together we can see the true way towards a better, richer, fuller, more beautiful life. May all who seek truth find it, and when true truth is found may they keep it with all of their hearts. May truth lead to freedom, freedom to lightness, and lightness to joy. can't breathe can't think can't see can't speak scarlet eyes and scarlet drips all of this across my lips twisted lines and twisted flesh all of this across my chest hate this life. wish it disappear. no longer will i feed my pain. no more am i controlled by hate. there's no one for me to talk to, they're all just fake. They think i'm doing it for attention but really it's telling, i've quit.. they say life is short, it's because you're dead forever...
depression keeps burning back. causing me to want not to live. the pain is ridged between my broken heart. and ripping apart my soul. there's no point of carrying on. so why not die now? i will not be overpowered by them..but i can't control it...
the smiles are fake..now i lay...
not awake. tears fall from my eyes, bear with the pain, confess your hatred in me, i know you see my death within my eyes, forgive me for knowing, i want it to change, i wish for it to be different, break the hardened heart that i have hidden behind so long, i would wish to say i want you but i'm a afraid, it breaks me to know that it pushes me away but my lips will touch yours and i will continue to beg please forgive me so i went to answer the phone, but no one replied as i said, "hello". then this hooka came up from behind, and broke her glasses, her name was sherlie. the girlie i hooked up with last year, when her hair was curly. the lights danced and twirled on her glowing and effulgient body. she sauntered by me and the soft, delicate scent of lavander drifted up to my nose. slowly, she slips out of my grip. im losing her and i cant do anything about it. she stops and seems to be glancing back at me...
she smiles. but it's not for me. the "other girl" comes running towards you. she was behind me basking in the heat of my anger and denile. she was..and then she wasnt. now i dont know where i am...
i dont know where i've been...
i dont even know what i've been doing all this while. the spell has been broken...
your time is near...
is mine? I saw your face in the clouds yesterday, a silent monument of the empty tummy ache I experienced every time I heard your voice. Not because you weren't mine, but because you weren't mine alone. I'd always been jealous of her, and now that things have happened, it makes it easier for me to blame her. Everything that never was or never could be between us, could easily be her fault. I played, fingered myself to thoughts of you, like playing the piano or writing. It came naturally. I came naturally. I came and came and wondered and wished...
couldn't I make you mine? i've always imagined kissing her hand once more. but i couldn't. i wouldn't want her to let me. I play my thoughts and all the vertigo remembers vermin; I vibrate my linguists and all is deprived again. (I bribe I bone you up inside my obssession.) The dreams go announcing out in indiscreet and praline, And vestal death abhors in: I manipulate my Limbo and all the welts indicate lunacy. I believe that you persuaded me into forgery And sold me actually; lied me quite silken. (I bribe I bone you up inside my obssession.) whisper snaps from the garment, Berlin's #@$%!! willows discovered: please rent this reluctant sentiment: I manipulate my Limbo and all the welts indicate lunacy. I wish you'd renounce the way you weep, But I am moist and I regret your space. (I bribe I bone you up inside my obssession.) I should have imbibed a #@$%!!tail instead; At least when teeth grind, they trip back again. I manipulate my Limbo and all the welts indicate lunacy. (I bribe I bone you up inside my obssession.) Screaming. I can't. and then i died. words...
.. they are here...
does anybody read them? Do they make any difference to your life? We are all bored little workers, following the rules, being good citizens. If someone died would the world stop turning...
no. For you temporarily. So I ask my self again, what is the point? Where does it all lead? words...
.. sugar is bondage!Everytime around it Im its slave! I didnt know what happened. The light that burned so brightly from the street lamps seemed to quiver and fade. she slunk into the shadows and sat down. Her eyes were shining bright and i could see her looking at me 'who is she?' i found myself asking. I had seen her before but i couldnt remember where. she beckoned for me to sit beside her. The ground was cold and the wall we were leaning against was damp and sticky. we didnt say anything, just sat there. her hand reached out for mine, it was cold and as she grabbed me i could feel the life being sucked from me. I had to get away, it was a feeling like she was seeing into my soul. the world went black. there was nothing. then, a silvery light shone from behind me. I span round and she was beckoning me. I brought myself to speak "wwwhere are we? where are we going?" "dont be afraid" she said. her voice was eery and echoing. "come into the light." I stepped backwards "come into the light" she said again and the light seemed to bounce forward. it shone brightly on my face and into my eyes so i was blinded. "NO!" i heard myself shouting "NO, I wont do it. I'm not ready to...
." the light that had blinded me for mearly seconds had disapeared and i was back in the world. I was lying on the floor of the alley way, sweat on my forhead. I looked down and i was naked. I saw my clothes in a heap next to me. i eached out for them as the girl appeared. her long black hair drifted in the breeze, she was naked too. her pale body was so beautiful. She came over to me and sat by me "what happened?" i asked her "why are we naked?" "your soul has been taken from you." that was all she said. She stood up and bent over me, her hair resting on my chest. "b b but.." "ssshh.." she kissed me and i swear her lips were so soft i could have kissed them forever. "now. make love to me!" she said, throwing herself onto me, "i am a virgin and i want you to make love to me like you have never made love before. i want you to excite me." I was spell bound. i didnt know what to do. I had the most amazing sex of my life. her body was so fragile yet so nimble and her screams echoed around me. We lay side by side. Out of breath. she stood up and sat on top of me. she bent over, her soft breasts pressed against my chest. We kissed and the floor shook as we made love. She banged with her fists againt the stone wall behind us and screamed and moaned so loud i was sure someone would hear. she stood up. leaving me erect on the floor. she looked up and a white light shined above us. I didnt know what was happening. "it is my time." she said. "your love was all i needed" Out of her back, golden wings appeared and she floated up towards the bright light. she flungback her head, her hair blow by the wind, her arms open. She was the most beautiful woman i hadever seen. "I AM FREE!" and she disapeared into the blinding light. Hello she said while she was passing the light. I said hello and looked into her eyes. However, she shyed away and looked to the ground. I could not see her once again and still wonder whý she was. Many nights she was haunting my dreams...
everytime i cut myself i get deeper and deeper and hope the next time i cut will be my last Saturday was magnificent. We spent the day together. I think I was in love with you. I think you thought so too. Sunday, it was too hectic to see me. Monday, you had band practice. Tuesday you were sick, but you still went out with your friends. Today is our anniversary, but you're working late again. Don't tell me you're not avoiding me. Don't tell me things just come up. Don't tell me everything's alright. Don't tell me I make this #@$%!! up. it was a strange veiw she had these days. once she was so "nice" loving nurturing, but now, however, she beleived in only one thing...
my life is so screwed up i'm in love with a girl who will NEVER like me back And then they all were wondering, well, why is this happening? So Judy, an addition to our story, gently said to the others, "Two muffins were baking in an over. One muffin turns to the other and says, 'Damn it's hot as hell in here. The other muffin says, 'AHHHH! A TALKING MUFFIN!'" And all was well again...
or so they thought. hi she fell to the ground with her faithless heart, hopeless to the future. hello my names enny and i was wondering if i could have the wishing oran. Her sweet sexual smell filled the room. I then went down on her tasting her sweetness, i knew this was it. I never thought i would have had sex at this age, my life had crashed down on me as if a million books fell off a bookshelf. i am the best person because i live like this. I have nothing, yet i act and feel i have eveything. Some might argue, well, if you were going to eat Raquel anyway, why not just take the bagel out of her hands while she slept. Well, simply put...
where's the sport in that? David said it didn't matter but since that's the first time I'd heard it I couldn't be sure if he was just saying it to get into my pants...
. well, capris. And once again, we danced in the rain like wildflowers. Swaying with the insatiable beat of lust. We were one. Now and forever. Im a little piggy, here's my snout, OINK OINK OINK! OINK OINK OINK! she revisited old ground, a recluse from the world- before- but now found, breaking But insomnia grips her like the strings of a violin obsess their player It was a bleak horizon before her dark eyes. She looked up and saw mist and fog and rain and approaching headlights, and sat down beside the road to reflect on why she'd left Topeka. As the car's wheels passed, she noticed the dark rims were etched in runes. I grew up with no happy memories or thoughts about my childhood. All my life I had to go from state to state, school to school, house to house, and city to city. And as a child I realized that my mom moved so much because of a habit that our stepdad had. My mother had 16 kids, I am number 14, and number 1, 9, and 15 are dead. 13 of us are now living, and life was so hard. I remember when I was 3 years old, we lived in a 2 bedroom shack, with a outside bathroom and a water pump outside. At this time my mom had broken up with my biological dad, and started dating my stepdad. By the age of 4, we moved from Shelby, MS to Chicago, IL. Everything happened so fast. From age 5 to age 14, I remember going to three elementary schools and about 5 high schools. I never got a chance to learn as I should, because my mom and stepdad alway argued, or someone was always beaten up or killed in the street in front of our house. About five years after all the arguing, our stepdad got on drugs (Cocaine) and started beating on our mom when she would not give him money to buy drugs. Our stepdad would serioulsy beat our mom until he saw blood racing out of her mouth and nose. At times we would try and help my mom, and she used to get mad at us for trying to help her fight our stepdad, but she would not let us. So as time went by, the worse my stepdad got on drugs. The more he did the drugs the more we did not have food, soap, deodorant. The more drugs he did, the more he would do things to make us think that he was going to kill my mom. Our stepdad had our mom really scared of him. So she began to give him all the money she had. My stepdad got so paranoid that he began to lock us up in the closet and in the basement. He would leave us in there all day, and we would even sleep in there until the next morning. There is so much more to this story but I will have to post it later. Thanks By Linda L. Nobody gets out of life alive...
.. the mystic river flows softly down stream. i am caught in its embrace, as you try to set me free, i am lost in divine heaven. let me go, its time for me to leave. expand your wings and fly away. you'll find another one, you'll see. yes, i loved you! yes, you loved me. time is much to short to hold on to just me. many more birds well fly your way, chose one of them. this endless search, goes on and on. but someday, if we are really meant to be, we will find eachothers embracement once again. to my lost love, to my broken heart, i will always love you deeply. Appearinig as beautiful as the golden sunset. Dancing far into the night as if she had all the time in the world to do nothing but dance. Alas, the time came when she finally grew tired and fell to the cathedral floor. There she slept until...
time marches on, and on, whithout us all...
their eyes met. it wasnt the kind of first glance you forget. I just want to dance!!!! he wrote poetry in a little leather book, it looked to plain to hold the rhythms and thoughts and genius that it did. he would open it and write what he knew was the truth. the very plain truth that we are all afraid of. he smelled like incense and when he made eye contact it radiated passion. it was a passion that send a dull pain straight to my heart, because i knew that i could never be the one to impassion him. the purple never ending abyss sucks me in and I find myself falling into a land of feathery soft wings to the very hollows of hell It's music to my ears. I lick her clit, she moans. I remember when we laughed like bubbles in a stream And you would cry and the tears were salty But tasty. I remember those nights hot and sweaty In your bedroom or mine We explored what girls are made of Sugar Spice Acid. I remember when you left without goodbyes Without your suitcase full of broken glass Without a kiss. I remember the very moment my heart broke For a girl. I imagine that she had a rosy clit, although I can never be sure. all I remember (still very vividly, might I add) is that her kiss was magic. Her lips were soft and large and beautiful, and I would have given anything to have had her rip off all of my clothes and go down on me! The passion, the pain. The love, the hate. The sex...
Oh Gawd the sex! The sugar cane swayed gently in the blisteringly hot summer wind. On a ordinary day, the trabajadores would be taking refuge under the mango trees, waiting for the raging of the noonday sun to subside. The Señor and his family would be up in the cool recesses of the plantation house, drowsily sipping their iced teas as they listened to the phonograph. But today was no ordinary day. Today, the two Dons would be putting everything on the line. Don Agustin Honradez had wagered his entire plantation, Santa Isabel, against Don Manuel Sembrano's Sagrado, on the outcome of a single horse race. The winner would emerge the owner of practically half the island. The racetrack could hardly be called that; just a one kilometer oval of packed dirt surrounded by bamboo railings and hay bales. The track had been a first effort for Don Agustin who had fallen in love with the Hippodrome in San Lazaro and wanted to build one in La Carlota as well. He envisioned a bigger oval, with huge colonnaded stands and roaring crowds. And in his mind's eye, he saw the hippodrome right in the heart of Sagrado land. As he stood by the sidelines, watching the trabajadores water down the track, Don Agustin smiled in anticipation. He had bought his horse, Melody's Musicbox, in Manila. She came from a long and distinguished line of racers, known for producing many derby winners. Melody's Musicbox herself had already won him almost five thousand pesos. Imagine the gall of that Don Manuel, pitting a local horse against Melody's Musicbox, he snorted to himself. He had no idea what he's getting himself into. Sometimes...
beauty's fragile shield breaks, and in rushes Burger King. ~::Believe in Faries::~ well, as they say, "nice boots, wanna dance?" and still, the back of your neck is so perfect I can't look directly at it. it's not my fault, I'm obsessed. and what I remember is the three of us lying on the floor and I said I was afraid to die and they all hugged me like your mom does to make you feel better and there were crickets outside and it WAS better. and we went on the porch and I was wearing green converse and we ran up and down the road doing somersaults because we had that instinct that you look for your whole life, the one where you're perfectly in tune. the streetlights were glowing but it was summer so the stars were brighter by a million times. That's the kind of friend you want. but with such beautiful shoes, how can I say no? then all of a sudden BAM! as I slunk closer to her hot, sweet vulva, I could smell her fresh wetness. It was purely intoxicating. I could see her lips swell with fresh blood flowing through them, this enticed me more. "I've never done this," I whispered, only to hear her assure me, "I can't imagine doing this with anyone but you." Death claimed her for her own a long time ago, in an age when she could still remember her name and still tell the difference between her nightmares and her world. i have a headache, she claimed Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes Cellophane flowers of yellow and green Towering over your head Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes and she's gone Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers that grow so incredibly high Newspaper taxies appear on the shores Waiting to take you away Climb in the back with your head in the clouds and you're gone Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah Picture yourself on a train in a station With plasticine porters with looking glass ties Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile The girl with kaleidoscope eyes Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah her name sculpted into my wrist the thorn of the flower the pain i shall not miss And at that moment, she thought to herself, those bastards ate my pancakes!! I thought we'd never get out of there. I hated visiting her family. It was like I was a Jew in a convention of germans, trying to convince them why I was the way I was. Simply, it was disgusting. "it would really be lovely if you would remember who you used to be, somebody that could really impress me" cat-like eyes, and a mind similar to my own. far more beautiful, and artificially distant. you know, if she wasn't in the middle of us, we could have been great friends i think. or are you really cold inside? awsome I thought she was SWOONING, but she was swimming, instead. Like a waterfall that never stops cascading. It never ends, it never goes away, because TRULY, it never existed or even began. blue glitter scales He weaved his fingers behind his head and relaxed on the floor. A smirk swerved across his lips as he felt the body tremors begin. And then the sinister imp gave a shreik of laughter, duck duck goose was her favourite game. Cassandra's saliva cascaded down his pelvis like rain, snuffing out Dean's fiery flame. and then it was her turn to go to the forrest of unforgotten souls who have forgotten they had been forgotten. they try and try to remeber, but can never forget the time they were once remembered, do you remember, because i cant. well she went in and began to forget all she remembered, she couldn't find her way out of the forrest of forgoten souls, once you go in you can never make it back out, because the forrest of forgoten souls its sad to say she never made it out, she got pregnant by her uncle orangalo's lost, unforgoten soul, yes it's sad, but he and she had no clue, wshe had to have the baby what could she do? And Then The Faeries whispered...
"Hold More Hands." And then we all went out to the club. Jasmine found that when ever she injured her self or bled from a wound the site wound always heal up with the bark from a tree and in the end she knew that when death became her she would transform in to a giant oak tree and spend the rest of her days blowing in the wind and being tormented in the strongest of storms, and she danced and danced until her feet fell off. she crashed to the ground and laid in her own pool of blood until the janator came around and mopped it all up. no one noticed she disapeared from the light of the stage. no one noticed she danced no more. and there was no one else there but her shadow. the last night...
ever forcing gently, she pushed the scalpel in further This is the story that never ends...
. It is the story of you the story of me...
the store of those that sparkle and glimmer. Of the girl lovers, or the euphoric grrls, the riot grrls, and the faerie girls...
as long as we breath...
the story lives. To who ever the amazing person that made this website, I salute you. What poetry, taste, intellect amp; thought provoking writing. I love it. I'd love to correspond with you. Peace candy sweet sugar bliss , taste this between your thighs , your smile shrouded with subtle dark humor a smirk which reaches throughout the universe...
a musky taste makes me sing in the street crying out for you , all senses heightened I rush allmost helplessly , my hunger awakened , my eyes sharp my song is clear and endless for you ...
which came first? this is fun! i could not live without lip gloss! madeleine licked her paw the trees turned white overnight "Through life I will embrace you, through death I will honour you. You are the beginning and end of all things, and when the stars cry out in ecstasy and agony I will remain yours." The two clutched blindly at each other in the silent nothingness as the pale sun rose, each silently wishing that for once the words were not lies, and for once they would not be parted. she sleeps la la la fbi guy love...
..forever love...
..forever i lick you i grope you up inside my boob We looked deep into each other's eyes for a moment, then laughed and turned away. Finally, shyly I looked back up to see her gazing at me curiously. "Come here," she finally said, and pulled me into her arms. We fell back onto her large bed, draped with fishnetting, giggling and entwining hands. "I...
" I began, faltering. "I love y-" "shhh," she silenced me, laying a single finger on my closed lips. She moved her finger from my lips to my chin, guiding it gently forward. My eyes widened, then fell shut as her soft lips touched mine, lingering there for a couple of seconds before pulling away. I touched my lips, then giggled again and captured her lips in mine, for once not caring what others would think, only what I knew was right: love. We're off and on, usually more off than on. I guess since she's married, and I'm just this little girl who thinks that something can come of our relationship, she thinks that she can hurt me and it will just go away. She thinks her life is harder than mine, but I always thought we more alike than different. I'm white, she's black, and she thinks this has some effect on how we are. I liked it better when I was more naive. Now it just hurts. But was it exactly like her first performance...
..she wondered. It was like going back to her first time. Laying on satin sheets that was like the pure softness of flower petals touching her skin. As the girl of her dreams approached her she got so wet that she just wanted to scream in pleasure. The glrl was radient like the spotlights that shine down on her before and during her performance. As she danced she kept remembering her first time of getting devoured and being dripping wet and moaning and screaming like she had never felt anything like that in her life. As she danced she noticed she was moaning and groaning then she began to touch herself the crowd was in awe. As she kept having flash backs of the girlfriends hot wet tounge licking her and sending pleasure up and down her body she began to scream moan and groan. she felt herself getting wet and getting hard. when she opened her eyes she was in front of an audience that was in complete shock. I entered a room and saw light coming through the window. It was hazy but I was sure that I was in the room in which my dream came true. The room in which she first kissed me. and then there was the sound. "No No NO! a thousand times, definitely NO!!!!!! okay but just once" there once was a well grown-up girl who never thought of herself as a woman. This girl never listened to her mother and so she was every now and then either broken hearted or just financially broke. it tells of of a fallen pain a kiss of sheer pain. time is hollowed out into my soul forever to echo through into enternity a sudden sigh tear down my my body . ~ torn angel she shut the door behind her and sat in front of the mirror. "what is it?" what do you need to tell me so badly?" betty whirled around in the chair so that she faced the object of her secret desires. "there is something i need to tell you...
" her voice trailed off as she stood up and stood close enough to get a whiff of the smell of her skin "i am a lesbian" those words came through her ears, and never went out. she can feel the heat, her steaming desires, and so she decided to press her lips against the girl. slowly she reached for her crotch and put one finger on her clit. it felt different. such warmth and wetness. as she slid her finger around it, she lost control, she can't stop It wasn't long before they were hopelessly lost. Darkness was coming on swiftly and they were still miles away from even the most remote outpost. Marty started to panic and began to scream. "Shut up!", seethed Kendall. "We will get out of this yet. We'll stop here for now." and Princess Charming kissed Sleeping Beauty and she awoke and they fell in love and they rode on Princess Charming's horse to her castle to live happily ever after. Amen. I take up storms; gather them like blooms and dream that I can be anywhere but here. All the explosions are far too deafening now, I think I might just leave. ok she is the love of my life but she doesnt know it. She was alive, yet felt so dead. Her hands were cold. She stared off into space...
what was she looking at? She started to shiver...
her eyes narrowed and she screamed. What happened? Hello My Name Is Wednesday...
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Sometimes the whole world is a soap bubble viewed from the inside; fragile and intricate, a delicate prison that hangs suspended in the air. The shifting patterns belittle the mind and delude into the illusion of complexity. They are not understandable purely because they are random and relatively untouchable, and thus I am unattached and not attracted to them. I sit wrapped in a reverie dream and the patterns that grace the walls imprint themselves as reflections on the whites of my eyes. The bubble dances in the winds that are too huge for me to feel, and I curl up inside chaos, shy away from my surroundings because they are too alien for me to comprehend and so breakable that I might ruin them. Inside a soap bubble is no place for anyone to belong. I must not let myself become hardened and muted, so that the things around me lose their wonder and their sense of irony. While others explain, I am awed and afraid. The world has no perspective and it is bent out of shape, twisted in it's beauty. I want to capture the way the light shines off broken windows, what grit brick looks like by star, the way that the tree branches arch sometimes over a path, human scraps and graffiti that immortalizes. I was here; we all were here, and this is here: here is the snowdrifts stained by tires, the dandelions in the softness of the grass, the earth inside sidewalk cracks. Here is wall murals, decorated garbage cans, porch plants, mittens left by the side of the road. It is also the view from a bridge, looking down. Dirty windows shut tight; the air that is let inside before a door slams. Here is everywhere, everywhere where there is a strange perfection, an unappreciated loveliness, whether bleak like a still brown photograph, muted like the knees of jeans and the fading yellow light on the backs of trees, as strange and otherworldly as the slow-walking shadows cast by a streetlight's dull glow. I am a disconnected person; my vantage point is warped and I see from high up. I have lost the sense of who I am. I lost it when I shed what terms define me, when I changed the kind of life I lived, by circumstance. Bursting with beautiful things to say, irridescent words floating inside...
rushing into your arms, ever breathless and excited for you will listen, no matter how ridiculous I appear. I finally found my soulmate. The one girl for me. Her name is Julie. She is amazing; smart, funny, beautiful, and much more. She is 34 and I am 20. I am such a #@$%!! to scared to ask her out. Not able to say what I feel inside for we just me on Friday and today is but Tuesday. What do I do oh what do I say? How to make her feel the same way. Right now my world is on the brink of ending and my heart to be broken for all of eternity. If I never say it again especially to her then let me say it now for I know deep down in my heart I feel it...
.I love you Julie. she puts the weights into my little heart! And it was here that we learned that existance is nothing but love. You probably don't read these words. I won't tell you anymore, but I am still completely in love with you. Whatever happens in the future, you're the most beautiful thing on this earth to me, that red heart I gave you is yours to keep forever. I'll probably find someone, maybe I'll even convince myself that I love them more than this, but it will be a lie. "Yours, always". Does she see how she owns my heart? Pulls at me? Makes my heart soar even on the worst of days? She is a goddess to me, truely, and I her faithful servant. I would happily oblige to any request she may ask of me, yet she asks nothing. Her eyes are liquid blue, drawing me in. Her embrace like the soft touch of silk. I want you so badly. i want to be held tight in your arms and let go of everything. i belong there. i want to lose myself in you. und ewig diese zellen, mit ihren anführern und der degeneration, die da so kommt. und er weiß so wenig von all dem. ich habe keine angst mehr. endlichm denn so ging es mir schon lange zeit nicht mehr. was soll es. er liebt mich nicht und das weiß ich nun. ich lebe. und ewig diese zellen, mit ihren anführern und der degeneration, die da so kommt. und er weiß so wenig von all dem. ich habe keine angst mehr. endlichm denn so ging es mir schon lange zeit nicht mehr. was soll es. er liebt mich nicht und das weiß ich nun. ich lebe. dead girls dance they burn and twirl witch hunt witch #@$%!! burn this girl I find myself beginning to dream of you again, you, sweet you...
Nameless and time less, sad brown eyes and droopy hair. You don't see my looks, you don't know I stare. I listen to your voice; raspy, low. Every time I hear it, my fondness for you grows. Sweet woman, sweet child, sweet in-between; Sweater girl always silent in my dreams. the end And then there were none...
and yet she continued, lines of reality marching in somber procession across skin once unmarred. why dod she do it, only later to regret, revulsed at the mere sight of what she inflicted upon herself. laughing at first, the high piercing laughter; not at all normal, but soon those laughs faded to a trembling sigh. prolonging the healing.. that was always it, wasn't it? and oh! people would tell her she was brave, and people would tell her she was insane, and she'd smile weakly and go forth. and some people didn't know that one well placed hit on her left arm would drop her to her knees, or at the very least drive her to tears. she makes it hurt, not you. My Name Is Wednesday and I lost my best friend, and also I lost me because they had me about their person as they left (these things can happen). So now I shout things alot, but it doesn't help and many people view me as crazy or think I'm fun, but I'm not really anything because when you lose yourself you just go along with everything that pops into your mind. i wish i were a proper depressed person at least, but I can't pull anything off all the way so I just tell everyone about what little shoes Satan has today! oh and they are! i wish i could just go away. my life is like a story i'm always telling, because when you don't know who you are you are just a character who dreams of herself. I am thinking of the people who will read this. it is painful to be different, even when you are on the inside. and she loved her...
secretely for ever and ever...
while her heart was disappearing...
It was dark and the hargilles were waiting to devour an unsuspecting passerby as out of nothingness came the fury, the car that thinks it's a boat. "well thats that" she said with a shrug. she looked down the street and shielded her eyes from the setting sun. she turned back to ann and smiled "it'll be fine". and so the two girls clasped hands and headed off into the sun, ready to face any challenge given to them, after all they had each other. Tentatively, I slid my hand down the silky belly, pausing on the peach mound before the nest of hair. She breathed quietly, clinging to my hair, kissing my lips and neck. I felt her moistness, that womanhood, livid at the response of her body, undulating. "Are you mine? Are you really mine?" I whispered in her sweet hair. She replied in soft cries, her own small hands searching my aching pleasures, seeking in her timid way. Flushed and feverish, we kissed and caressed in the dark. I nuzzled against her breast like a child, suckled like a lover, licking lightly at her nipples. I breathed in her scent of her. Her sweet, earthy scent, as I kissed her belly and finally I trailed my tongue farther down, to where a hidden pearl lay. She writhed, a beautiful nymph. Her hair like angel's wings spread out beneath her, her sighs like murmurs from heaven. She moaned and her hands trembled in my hair. I must know her, all of her. I wanted her too much for time with her was precious indeed. so here I am in love with someone I can barely look at because I think they will shatter, and they know my name, as a friend and I can't even picture us, really but their just...
.so...
.perfect for a change. The way you move my hips the way you move your tounge The way you make my want more But gave me all you got the way I beg and plead Just to get your tounge in me the way you move when I do the way to take off my shirt the way I never can tell how much more I can give to you the way you will keep going just to hear me scream your name the cat sat on the heater too long...
.happy thanksgiving...
..no, it isn't turkey...
but it is close enough! level off the floor,so the ballerina doesn't bounce! shake it up! shake it up! shake that bootay! pieces of me lie beside you. i can't go on. my beautiful angel baby dipped in glitter, you eat me. my soul. grab the pear, before the cat attacks!!! I do not grasp the concept so I am in love with a 35 year old woman and I am 19. And I just want to stop breathing when I see her because my heart can't beat. And all the edges are razor sharp and the glass on our house is binding. this was a pretty good day, actually. you don't understand how badly i want to get the hell out of here. this is a nothing place full of fakey smiles. it has no talent. it's just a bunch of boxes pushed together. i could bear it before but everything's changed and i can see that my life is made of cardboard. just crap. it used to look so special, when i thought i was. i wonder if you read this anymore...
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you're a pencil crayon. ONCE apon a time...
there was a lonley girl. She had scars all over her body and was kept in a cage by and evil witch. some of the villagers came by and paid the evil witch to see the horror that was her. She was so filled with hate one day that she was about to take her own life when a beautiful princess caught her eye and she with hers. The minute they saw each other they were enchanted and memorized by one another. The princess took her out of her cage and took her to her beautiful castle. She had the best day of her life and her scars seemed to be fading away until she glanced up and found the evil witch dragging her back to her horrible cage. She threatend the princess never to come near her again. The lonley girl cried until the ground all around her had become moist with her tears and her scars were worse than ever. After this she dreamt but never slept utnil one day she thought up a plan to escape and take revenge on the evil witch. She waited util the right time so it would be an unexpected attack. The witch heard looked over in the cage and saw that the ugly girl was;nt breathing or moving. She opended the cage and entered when all of a sudden the girl rose from the ground and with all of her might she had stricken her to the ground and taken her keys. When the evil witch had woken up she saw the girl standing in front of the cage smilling. She swollowed the keys right before her eyes as the witch shrieked and cried out for someone to help her but no one would. Then the girl ran to the beautiful princesses castle. The sun was blazing down apon her as she saw a heavenly figured come fourth slowly until she recognised that it was the princess that stood before her like a goddess. They ran into each others arms and kissed one another. The ugly girl had been filled with such bliss that she became beautiful and all of her scars had healed and the evil witch couldnt heurt her anymore and she lived happily ever after with the beautiful princess. The End i don't think i love you anymore, only i still would if it had been different. The dog crapped on the moon. *~:IF ONLY SHE LOVED ME:~* Every time I see her, my heart flutters. I love her, I cannot stand it. She doesn't even recognize me in that manner, for, even if she did, I wouldnt realize it, she is heartbroken. Her girlfriend broke up with her, and now she is on the rebound. If only she would react like most do, find a girl, and cling. But that isn't her style; she is cool, calm, collected and HOT! If only, if only, she would love me. I have known her all my life, we are friends, nothing more, she knows I like her, and she will joke about it in a past-tense manner, but it is not in the past, it is now, raw, new, hot, passionate. If only, if only, if only-is all i can think about, if only she would love me, if only she could be mine. IF ONLY. I said suck my strap-on right now before I eat the chocolate!!! "Please don't hit me!!" jenni starts beating her with a sponge. mary starts bleeding. she's using me for sex she runs out the door and a bird shat on her eye. yes well you should know i only talk to you so i can flirt with your best friend. when you're in love, what else can you do? there's more to life than living lies...
No i don't #@$%!! I think for every breathless lovely moment you have with someone you also have another where you sit alone and cry in a bathroom stall and nobody comes to find you. ever more in the eons will the cycle of birth, life, death endure. perhaps the magick really was eternal. who knew how long the earth was born, was dead, only to slowly breath life again. the baby shined its smile, the poor little one couldn't be so evil, could she? she was everything no one else could ever achieve to be...
so beautiful...
that drove a mad rush of panic from the faeries and the nymphs...
she walked about clothed in the simplest slight glittered sheath, legs tucked in warm rabbit fur. She held in her hand a globe, a beautiful orb; shining and glittering..and in it, she saw the future of many of the everland's destiny. then she saw a small girl born, evil in nature...
she should be named ay other name than Lin. Nested in a bundle of hay, eyes gleamed not from innocence...
so dangerous is she that she must be brought to hecate, mother of the witches...
Then she heard a voice, "jasmine..the ancient one calls you,the time draws near..show her the born evil." she grappled with her own kind conscience,should she reveal the truth to what would lead to a bloodshed and an all out kill for that girl or should she follow what the gods must have already planned in their game? "aye, coming..i have seen and shall tell, where lies the ancient one?" "by the meadow, she's with the soft lambs, quietly, she's easily startled these days." As the trees parted and she followed the vines outreaching, she glimpsed a woman. She seemed tall but she couldn't tell anything, she was clothed in silk and a cloak. An aura of gentleness and intelligence, it draws her...
she wants to follow. mildly amused with herself, she turned from where she stood to come face to face with her...
she looks like the queen of darkness, she thought. She was shadowed in the falling dusk, but she could clearly see her face. So beautiful, she must be adored, her own heart flutters, but someone calls her, she has to leave. Silence in their surroundings and she turns, she walks with small steps, quietly away from her...
in her hasty trail, she left her pearl string cuff behind. And there it sat, beautiful and alluring, waiting for the fated one to pick it up..to return it maybe to her...
Jasmine, like the flowers that grew to full bloom with her presence sat by the meadow and spoke softly, "casis, you have requested." Ophelia thought "I'm getting cold here in a dark, Scottish loch singing to myself and waiting for a princess to come and rescue me, I think I'll just naff off and have a veggie sarnie and some wine and avoid getting TB...
" She dreamt that their were Nymphs attending to her. they were feeding her wine from flasks, the cool liquid warming her. They were mischeivously massaging her nether parts, murmuring soothingly into her mortal ears. "Are you prepared to undergo the first test?" The silver furred one asked. closing her eyes, she pondered this moment and without doubt, answered, "Yes. Yes, I will." I like big butts and i can not lie, all you other sisters can't deny, when that girl walks in with that itty bitty waist and that round thing in your face you get sprung. again was when our care passed around, and faded away to us, but without the night and feeling as if speaking to walls who wont listen very directly and pacing the floor with our tired and aching feet one day discover that those who wont hear/won't see but to us, this is just another waking of memories the folds of her flapping wildly then slowly stripped off for the audience where your car was parked let's just take the train i'll meet up with the band in the morning. Bad actors with bad habits and some sad singers sing tragic and the phones ringing and the bands leading let's just keep touching let's just keep, keep singing...
I wanna lover i don't have to love. I wanna girl who's too drunk she dosen't talk who is the kid with the chemicals I got a hunger and i can't seem to get full. I need some meaning i can memorize cause the kind i have just seems to slip my mind. But you but you, you have such pretty words but thus no story book. Loves an excuse to get hurt do you like to hurt? I said do you like to hurt? I do. I do. Then hurt me. Mercy sat in the silence of the cemetery contemplating her life how everything ended up so wrong, everything was grey and mundane to her in her life, except her love, her Lil Devil the one thing that brought her hope in this desolate place she made her feel alive, and see the beauty in the things she once love but had forgotton. But she is far away from her and this is her greatest pain, to find her one true love and not to have her by her side. Instead she waits for her with the weight of the world on her shoulders wondering when she will be with her, waiting for the day she can fall asleep safe in her arms and all her worrys will seem like nothing at all, for with her by her side she knows she could get through this. Mercy cries and thinks of the days that have passed, the words they have spoken to each other talking over llong distances through some machine. they made plans one day to be together and never part bound together forever. She somehow feels warmth around her as she starts to cry more, and knows it's her somehow...
. they've always had this strange connection, she smiles slighty and looks up to the sky and feels the autumn breeze caress her skin. She then smiles and thinks of their future together. And remembers the words that have been said to her "i'll never leave you" "i love you eternally and forever". These words and her bring her hope, she is her strength, and it is that that will get her though her pain and sorrow. Incandescent, the little orbs floated thin and beautiful over the gardens. Fragile, they wafted with the breeze. Bestial, he walked about with hands feeling everything. "This is but nothing, I have seen treasures that exist within this very realm that will dazzle you." with that, he spread his wings wide, glowing feral, eyes that never left, a shudder of glitter. "Good - bye, Neo." I said tersely. "I thought they were like butterflies trying to be free," he said, sorrowfully innocent. No wonder they wanted to eat you up, I thought. He was the misunderstood angel, the pale romantic man drifting like the leaves in the cemetary. if this elixir is any part of you, i'd spit it from my mouth just to see it run past my thick lips...
and then just as the girl in the 1966 Chevelle S.S. 296 thought that she had gotten away form the cops they sped up and popped a cap in her ass. Do we try to write what we want to read? Do we imagine in ourselves a hidden talent? No. We are a pedantic bunch. We are plagerists at times, blatent thieves --dull-witted sheep sucking imagination from cheap imitations of life. Then they fell over and died. OOH PURPLE MONKEYS! No she's not she played with it with her foot. it felt so warm to her...
nice and mushy and sooo wet. then she opened her eyes and realizes she stepped in a pile of #@$%!!. "that felt so good...
.lick it again...
." she's beautiful my fingers run through your hair, i want to feel you quake with each carress, time makes everthing forbidden, can we escape to our own little world she remembered when she used to think about girls, dream about angelina jolie, masturbate herself thinking about breasts. ohh!!! she used to get so wet. only watching herself in the mirror was the only thing she need to know she was dying to have sex with a girl. feel her hair, her smell, her body, feel her vulva near hers. Then all of a sudden, Ophelia stepped on a package of ketchup and remembered her name was Ty. She began to talk to this tree named Bob, and told Bob of how in love she was with this beautiful goddess named Megan. They dreamt of the faeries when they slept in each others arms, and woke up to the sunrise to make love all the day long. They would get lost in each others passionate kisses and hands running over their bodies. do you have the characters A giant poo appeared in the air. Then it was gone. Suddenly, she was no longer there. She had fallen through what seemed to be time, she was in complete darkness. Frightened, Ophelia leaned against the sphere of emptiness and listened but what she heard was more frightening. Nothing. She was alone. Her deepest fear had come true. *Boom...
chi...
boom boom...
chi* It came like a bat out of hell. That familiar bass beat of her homie hood. She began to rap...
"his palms are sweaty, knees weak arms are heavy. There's vomit on his sweater already, mum's spaghetti." Suddenly Eminem appeared out of nowhere and Ophelia felt safe. They had sex and decided that this never ending story was about to end. She looked into his blue eyes and whispered "I really love your daughter Hailey"...
the last thing she heard was the shot of his gun. The end. Rolling the pastry out on the board, Anna listened intently to the radio. Her favourite DJ was introducing the next song. It was one of Anna's most loved tunes. She remembered fondly the first time she had heard it. It seemed so long ago,that hot summer,just the two lovers in a battered old Ford Cortina. And then the clouds opened and there was GORD!! And then they jumped out of the tree and hopped in a boat cleverly placed in the adjacent river and sailed down past the rainbow fields to the land of Buttercrumb. They lived there happily with the birds and the cows and the wallbies, passing time away. And everyone was in love with everybody, and flowers picked themselves. I'm sorry you're mom died I was really nervous that day. Went to the VC campus like usual, but everything was whirling around me. I didn't care. I was going to meet her for the first time in person, and my body couldn't wait any longer. We all sat, baking on the stone tables set around the cafeteria in the hot sun. My head was making an inprint on the table when my friend sat heavily beside me. 'what's the matter with you?' she said. with my eyes closed i groaned 'She's in town today. staying at a motel' my friend slapped my back. 'so why don't you see her?!' I opened one eye, and looked up at her. 'it's downtown and i have no money for the bus' my friend jumped up from the table and looked quickly at her watch. 'i've got about a half-hour before my next class beth. i'm going to drive you!' All at once all the sickly acid in my stomach rose to settle nervous on my throat. I gave her a weak smile of gratitude. she was probably hoping that by doing this would stop me from lamenting over this woman that was 10 years my senior that i've never met, insisted that i was so madly in love with. I was. Oh god i was. I had all my things with me. art board, backpack, sunglasses perched on my nose. all but the sunglasses were thrown in the back of the small sedan. My friend was so happy for me. I didn't even call K before heading out through downtown Ventura. She had just gotten in town the night before. She rode grayhound all this way from Philadelphia. It might have been considered crazy, but we would have done anything to see eachother just once. We arrived at the motel around noon, the sun was melting over my sunglasses as i looked up to where her room was. i got my stuff out of the car and my friend wished me luck and sped off back to school. The breath i took before heading up the stairway was the deepest sigh i had ever made. i had taken out my sketchbook, which had all the information i needed, hotel phone number, room number etc. i stood in front of the room for a second. room 235. i gave the thin door a couple of tentative taps. The door opened slowly, just a crack...
. She couldn't imagine letting everyone known her true thoughts and feelings for Devina, the seductive young neighbor girl. Many nights she would stare out of her dark window, the rain beating against the pane softly, silently watching the pretty young blonde undress for bed. Softly she said to herself "I must not let anyone know...
." Even though she knew she would never see her again she smiled. Just being near her. they lie together in perfect harmony when someone came knocking at the door you make me sick. you've hurt me more than you'll ever know and you haven't got the decency to realise it. To celebrate, she enjoyed the luscious dream-like ecstasy that can only be found in the comforting warmth and exquisite stickiness of a chocolate ice cream sudae. My mind wandered through a lonely field of longing. Longing for you, for what we had, and more importantly, for what we could have had, had I not been foolish and cowardly and thrown away the few exquisite chances we might have had. You were so beautiful, and, though you were far from perfect it was this that made me know - I knew your faults, your imperfections, and yet I still loved you. I knew all of these things, and yet I let it slip through my fingers. What a fool am I; a sad, sorry, regretful fool. We come together, break apart, and come together again. I love the feel of her skin on mine. I would walk a thousand miles just to hold her in my arms, and I tell her so. She laughs at me, "Silly girl," and hearing her voice is better than anything else in the world. It's better than sex, better than food to a starving man, rain after a drought, music to dance to, better than first love. I know she doesn't feel for me the way I do for her, but it doesn't matter. Just being near her is enough. So I went to the Steps tribute concert and they were all wearing lacy thongs (even H!) so I said can I have your pants to sniff. Then they shouted "You have a big nose!" which distracted me for a moment. Eventually I caught up with them and they received a large can of whoop ass. this is where i place my wish. where my life goes down. the silence gets resliced and i begin to advance the secret , where it is in the usual story.. it all starts over again and again. Every Cell in the body nearby shivered with dark radiations of sickness and damnation, contaminating all the worm ridden junkies who looked at it. slurred messy, a flicker ear and eye orchestra. dim. meat. smoke. reunited over a mirror. we are so glamorous. die. go. I was only a child they said. I knew more now than I could of know then and if it was worth setting off a life for another one to fly away will it be worth it? Fog...
And yet the mirror only reflected the yellow glow of candlelight and for all her soft mumurings Ophelia suddenly realised she was alone and bereft. She drew the glittering gown back and slowly slipped it back over her shoulders admiring her warm rosy skin and the taughtness of her breasts...
.She suddenly remembered Ashanti's soft lingering kisses like butterfly wings as her soft round dark lips caressed and her tongue teased...
Ophelia's eyes fillled with tears...
.she took up the dagger...
I love to have sex with everything. When i'm not with my girlfriend, I push my vulva up against things, and it feels so good. Like sex but with more of a rush. I hold it there and push and thrust. Oh my god there goes the feeling again. And i like to watch porn and push up against something, like a chair or the bed post. It feels so right yet I haven't had sex yet. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? jumppapumppu did you know that i hate you. yes you. i hate you. so get over it. stop crying ya wimp. yeesh. wipe that smirk off your face. NO!!! GO AWAY!! STOP LOOKING AT ME!!! you invading my aura!!! ::cries:: NO!! the preps are coming! dont let them take me!! dont take me alive!!!!! take me dead. i would very much like to die. wouldnt you? you dont? how odd. i think you mean you do. no i'm sure you do. ::blows you up with a rocket launcher. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pay attention to where the world it going and to what is happening around you. Know what really matters and do not forget what really matters. It is getting closer now and we all need to be aware. But in the end it will all start over, new, unblemished. Perhaps we won't ruin it this time...
An ancient Hopi Indian prophecy states, "When the Blue Star Kachina makes its appearance in the heavens, the Fifth World will emerge". This will be the Day of Purification. The Hopi name for the star Sirius is Blue Star Kachina. It will come when the Saquasohuh (Blue Star) Kachina dances in the plaza and removes his mask. This is the First Sign: We were told of the coming of the white-skinned men, like Pahana, but not living like Pahana -- men who took the land that was not theirs and who struck their enemies with thunder. (Guns) This is the Second Sign: Our lands will see the coming of spinning wheels filled with voices. (Covered wagons) This is the Third Sign: A strange beast like a buffalo but with great long horns, will overrun the land in large numbers. (Longhorn cattle) This is the Fourth Sign: The land will be crossed by snakes of iron. (Railroad tracks) This is the Fifth Sign: The land shall be criss-crossed by a giant spider's web. (Power and telephone lines) This is the Sixth Sign: The land shall be criss-crossed with rivers of stone that make pictures in the sun. (Concrete roads and their mirage-producing effects.) This is the Seventh Sign: You will hear of the sea turning black, and many living things dying because of it. (Oil spills) This is the Eighth Sign: You will see many youth, who wear their hair long like our people, come and join the tribal nations, to learn our ways and wisdom. (Hippies) And this is the Ninth and Last Sign: You will hear of a dwelling-place in the heavens, above the earth, that shall fall with a great crash. It will appear as a blue star. Very soon after this, the ceremonies of the Hopi people will cease. These are the Signs that great destruction is here: The world shall rock to and fro. The white man will battle people in other lands - those who possessed the first light of wisdom. There will be many columns of smoke and fire such as the white man has made in the deserts not far from here. Those who stay and live in the places of the Hopi shall be safe. Then there will be much to rebuild. And soon, very soon afterward, Pahana will return. He shall bring with him the dawn of the Fifth World. He shall plant the seeds of his wisdom in our hearts. Even now the seeds are being planted. These shall smooth the way to the Emergence into the Fifth World. it had all gone too far but it was far too late. ...
the performance of a lifetime. Chills raced through her narrowed body and a cold sweat formed on the transparent skin. It was a rush, a moment of breathing then a moment of not. It was like making love for the first time, the mixture of emotions became intense as she swirled and whirled under harsh lights. Harsh lights that caused her stage makeup to melt, her eyes seemed to slip slide down the caked face. Her tears made trails, tears that were born in her eyes, lived on her cheeks and died on her lips. The saltiness excited her, like the taste of your skin. Applause roared as her arms scooped down, her body bent over and then shot up again in a weightless moment of flight...
falling, her every imperfection was aglow, and their eyes stared, catatonic at the girl in the corner, crying. ~Audrina ...
the performance of a lifetime. Chills raced through her narrowed body and a cold sweat formed on the transparent skin. It was a rush, a moment of breathing then a moment of not. It was like making love for the first time, the mixture of emotions became intense as she swirled and whirled under harsh lights. Harsh lights that caused her stage makeup to melt, her eyes seemed to slip slide down the caked face. Her tears made trails, tears that were born in her eyes, lived on her cheeks and died on her lips. The saltiness excited her, like the taste of your skin. Applause roared as her arms scooped down, her body bent over and then shot up again in a weightless moment of flight...
falling, her every imperfection was aglow, and their eyes stared, catatonic at the girl in the corner, crying. a Destens rose, looked around her at the destruction. Her body felt empty, as she looked up into the sky throught the windows. Rain streaked down them and outside the lightning flashed and on the rain drenched roof opposite, a solitary figure stood black against the sky. The light faded and the thunder rolled in, she searched blindly, sure of what and who she saw, but as the lightning flashed once more, the roof was empty. Bare, like her heart. Behind her she heard a slight noise, too easily covered by another slap of thunder, and in the cool darkness of her apartment a white slip of paper fell to the floor. The letterbox snapped shut once more behind it. With shaking habds she grasped it, and began to read the neat, scrolled hand: It's my normal state of feeling, sad depression, sometimes I'm laced with anger thin red streaks like congealed blood they entwine and mix with the darkness of my soul and my cold heart throbs ice encased it tries to beat to beat this cold blood around my cold body my only warmth is my anger like a firey daemon it swallows up my thoughts painful depression brings the floor to my face and when I awake, I'm in the eye of a storm. My storm my mind like a black sea my thoughts my feelings of happiness break like that sea's waves crashing against the rocky shores of conciousness. all I have to do is make it past the breaking point, then the scars remain, theyre there - but I have to go on because I've made it this far maybe if I hold my head up high I'll make it into the day. But whithout you, my destens, I am sure that i will fall. Destens watched the black ink blur as her tears hit the words, she knew the writing, and from whom it was sent. Raevynn shook the rain from her cheeks. or was it tears? She drew her coat closer and strode back to her post on the roof. The lighting came, one, two, three, four, all the way to thirteen before that thunder rolled to hide the sounds of the fat raindrops plopping to the ground, and in the slight protection of the stairwell entryway, Raevynn stood, and watched, and waited. It began to rain, heavy droplets dark against the deepening black of the sky. They ran down my face and slicked my clothing to my body. months ago, she wrote how heartbroken she was. Months later...
the pain wont go. She's found someone new.. someone pretty, doll like and beautiful. Long straight ebony hair...
just like her. Pale white skin...
just like her. Amazing eyes...
just like her. She needs to feel the touch she once felt, the touch that moved her every sense. The touch that made her feel alive once more. But those days are long gone. Her new beautiful rose will never make her feel this way. For behind her stunning exterior.. there is nothing. She will never make her feel loved, never look into her eyes and tell her she loves her. Never will her kiss make her tingle and want to ravage her in bed that very second. Nor would her conversation make her want to live her life with her forever, to listen to her sweet voice and never tire of it. For true love never dies, and the heart never heals from true heartbreak. Every touch after a touch of true love will never feel as precious. ~L~ wow! this story is wwwaaaaayyyyyyy long! congrats to the author !!!!!! she ate his liver and went to bury the corpse in her backyard. As she dug the hole deeper and deeper, thoughts began to cross her mind about her late lover's romances. Why had he been such a fool? Even better, why had she been? She looked down and saw She stood, Raevynn, Destens' unseen angel, she stood and watched Destens stare out through the floor to ceiling penthouse windows at the storm that raged outside. Raevynn bared her teethe in delight, the weather revealed the girl's inner frenzy, its direct contrast. Behind her Reavynn could see the mess of Destens' suite, the thrown books and the smashed furniture in direct contrast to her calm expression, but Rae had eyes only for here. Standing atop a roof, in the shadows only as dark as her soul, she spoke to Destens, knowing she would never hear.. She said "I'm watching you. Even when I'm not here, I see you. I track your time, I listen to your life. Standing here I wonder, is all right, will I fail, will I know? And I go back to watching you, giving advice, smiling. I see not myself, my pain, my sadness, I ignore myself...
.. For you, for my Dark Princess." Standing inside her suite, Destens felt the electricity of the storms, that without and that within herself. She looked out and wondered how her life had crumbled, she wished for an unseen angel to free her from the pain. One deep roll if thunder spoke the angel's name, and Destens could no longer stand - she fell to the ground, a dark depression once more destroying her inside and out, a deep boiling rage spread through the room until she could no longer hold it, she rose and began to destroy anything she saw. ~~~to be continued~~~ I AM SCARED OF THOSE CHEESY MONSTERS! AND POPCORN! I AM A CHEESY MONSTER! he was a freak. she didn't like him but he followed her everywhere She then began to rise from the jasmine waters, her arms engraved with butterfly wings and glistening onix jewel. She herself withheld wings, made of lavendar, pink silk and crystal buttons. They extended to the sky and she withdrew her dagger, her dagger of crystal blade and the bones of a panther for the handle. Pointing it upward to the sky with her hands and arms of clover skin, she began to ressurect the vampyres under a scarlet moon, whispering their names with her full, blackpainted lips. "Ninlue, Aries, Genesis, Hannah, Dimitri, Raven, Valentine, Nebulos, Damyen...
" she chanted with the lowest whisper she could find within her throat. "come to this planet...
we shall show them...
once and for all...
I am now in my purest form of beauty...
and evil." A slow smile curled on her lips and her fangs were revealed. She was now an unstoppable being, a creature that broke the mold. And Nine shadows flew from the orange-tinted clouds. the girl and the little golden doll sat together watching the world end. she held his tiny gloved hand while nothingness swept the sky. ...
..She awoke abruptly. 'That was the craziest dream I ever had! And so long, too.' She sat up and stared out her huge bay window next to her bed to look at the wildlife outside. It always cheered her, especially since she was not a morning person. Her lover of ten years, Imelda,woke up and rolled over far enough to kiss her back. "Good morning. Are you OK? You tossed and turned, and talked in your sleep. You kept talking about some guy." "I dremt I was straight and had a boyfriend, I remember that. Some other things are fuzzy ...
hard to remember, but it gave me the creeps" Imelda reminded her that it was Monday and they needed to get ready for work...
.. she always could loving to ask her and i couldnt half she didnt know them but she wasnt easy amazing could happend we enjoyed our world henry who would loved her but she is really amazing from her she would ask about from any amazing personally if she could loved her and she giggles so lot well she always loved her the end My dreams betrayed me. They told me that you were mine, my beautiful angel baby dipped in glitter...
Wandering back into my arms. But your eyes are hid from me now, behind your flaxen hair. I want to slide my tongue over your alabaster skin in the moonlight. But you want to rip it from my mouth with a bloody roar. Oh my love, please don't hate me. I will always love you. OMG...
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THIS WILL NEVER END HA? She walked to the edge of the vast yard, seeking the flowers of her childhood, the faeiries that presented her with gifts of dew. It was hopeless, she had crossed the threshold and couldn't go back. She had grown up without warning. She wept all that afternoon, the wind was empty and there were no more whispers that she once heard when she pulled at the ruffles of her little #@$%!!. She wanted to grasp her heart and wrench away the disappointment that dwelled in her breast. She felt the cool tears as the breeze swept across her skin . She needed to say one last good bye to the world that had finally closed its magickal gates to her. She crept to the window, limbs akimbo as she tried to crawl over the sill. She sat herself on the sill and with a deep breath as she shut her tears into her eyes, she leapt. i ran out without bothering to touch the door that was left wide open behind me. she would take care of that. and she did. i heard it slam shut from somewhere behind me, closing me out of her life forever. there was no turning bsck, no repenting or asking for a second chance. she never believed in second chances, but i had given up many or her. the life i could have lived, the changes i could have made, the respect i yearned for but never seemedto grasp. it was all gone: Everything. I brushed the dead leaves out of her hair, kissed her blue lips. "Farewell, my love. Farewell." i'm already lost henry was very good boy act nice boy a boy named henry do you know that secrets about aruyn of secrets of human world i say chamber of secrets well i think you have chamber secrets did not have power of spells maybe called aruyn chambers yes we do? are you in power chambers of secrets a human world for you son you know that yes yes yes we do long man a wise guy back here oh well what now who really are you who iam old man i was older iam ? well yes i could ? well nasty is really piss off yes yes theyer piss off? we knew that henry ? The neverending story continues through tragedy and time We are psycho sisters here to drive you crazy. Laura + Chris and Misty + Roman they have no idea what they got themselves into. At last we are free. At last we are happy. At last we are crazier than ever. help me! odbye, then. we are all caught in each other's dreams. last year, i was so caught up in hers, i didn't stop to think about the others. they are like ghosts, like that plath poem, they don't exist anymore now that they are out of sight. but today's dreams stretch far, and i want to witness them all. a sudden desire to stun the clock hands, to tiptoe into every bedroom and read their secret diaries, hers before anyone elses, just to know, just to satisfy my curiosity. i feel small and insignificant as i stand beside her, wanting to know if my words match her paint swirls. Interestingly enough, I had managed to find just such a map. The asylum and all of its odd little intrigues would be known to me...
. once i had a chance to look at said map. Which could take a bit of work, figuring that I was never really alone. the minute the security cameras saw the faded brownish paper in my grasp, people would be sent down. When i looked i had to memerize...
and fast. i would walk to aspire such longevity and they knew it. oh how they knew and so they locked me up. they thought me weak, how dare they. so i played along. the asylum was a labyrinth, made to lose patients so there was less chance of escape, but in order to work there, one must study the maps of the building and the grounds. i heard that the training for a mere orderly consisted of several weeks wandering so that they could familiarize themselves with the odd corners and corridors. patients couldn't figure out the maze, but this was because the hospital specialized in the extreme cases that are kept from the public. disorders beyond comprehension and immediate danger to the naive. i was here simply because i had a distant relative who was a doctor, a gullible one who believed the lies of my cruel captors at that point. i was torn from roots, if they ever had the chance to grow. i was in here. i will get out. vague intrigue is turning into fascination. a drowning feeling, helpless.. walking past flowering trees, the air drenched with the scent of may, I can't help feeling alone. I feel like calling every day just to hear your voice, oh return to me, write me letters. ...
i sat in a pool of jacaranda and cala lilies, drowning on the scent, suffocating on incense and sweet tea. i close my eyes like petals and drift off into a slumber of chamomile and envious skies. im still waiting for my flaxen haired beauty to peer through earthen eyes and let my heartbeat melt into her own. she dies my life is a beautiful mess i want to stay here forever but little did she know then that it would be a woman that opened her heart...
. and legs! she chuckles now in her reminising...
ah for the day she can marry her darling in this cathedral! what do i have to do to get her to love herself so that she can learn to love me pictures of gorillas make me laugh such delicious beauty, such perfection. i am still obsessed with you and it kills me. this. isn't. going. to. die. and there she stood...
in her never-ending beauty...
in the corner of her favorite cafe..scribbeling in her notebook..looking down as if the world were about to die..I stared at her like it she was the only one left to save on this planet...
i had failed everyone else..or they had failed me. everyone else was dead...
she was my last chance..and she was so beautiful...
beautiful than all of them..it didnt matter now Her skin, like soft pink petals. Her hair, in knots. I held her close and we cried togather. I knew her pain and she knew mine. It was supposed to be a secret. It had been ours for 3 years. But someone told. That night we found god inside our shattered mirrors. Sometimes between the countless bottles of depression we kissed and were happy. But we were always pulled away. At least now when I look in the mirror I can see her face. i never felt such sorrow for such a wretched soul so i took her home w/me, caring for her as if she were my own. sex seemed only reasonable with her beauty. caught up in the heat we felt each other from head to toe with our tongues though in this light she seemed so godly. too godly to be touched by someone as sinful and full of imperfection as me. she didn't seem to care about my past. only my future and how i would spend it with her.. i hate my life. i'm so far away from all of you...
i miss you ..i'm singing jenna love can you hear me? there goes my pain there goes my chains did you see them fall? There goes this feeling it has no meaning , there goes the world, off of my shoulders...
my kitten who watched me with eyes transient from green to brown, have news. your tigress grows weary of the golden bars of her cage and the scratches on her flanks...
watch now as this dark-winged creature learns to crawl. dick sucker i am kristen kinal and i am here today with a guy named steven and another girl named marissa bean. they are nice peole.. i think they should go to the mall eith me ans sev hooooeeee.. now thats that.. bye hun,. lobe yiu you are still here??? can't you see my busy signal? go away go away go away go away go away please go away...
your presence is uneasy he's here again...
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certain people are hard to get rid off, and maybe its just my luck...
but i've decided - if i am going to live an adult life, i'm going to make adult decisions...
woo-hoo! humans create their own problems, and so they must learn to solve them...
.i will learn, even if it takes all my life...
. ...
and then the deep sky evaded the aristocrats and established the right of arms. and when i left the house I realized I had been in my room for over three days, not moving, not thinking. Sleeping Beauty surrounded by roses and thorns. So I picked up my trenchoat and I left it all behind, at least for an hour or two. I went to Santa Monica and stared at the waves, feeding my burger to the gulls. How can love be pain? How can beauty be ugliness? Why am i forever alone? she left me in the dust to asphyxiate. and when i got home, it was quiet and snowing. i made some food, went online to try and find a new job, got frustrated that i was actually considering working 4am-9am at UPS because they offered full benefits for part time workers, and then started crying. They collected pictures of the dead. You know, those old black and white daguerrotypes from the 19th century where the obsession of encapturing the deceased for eternity was the thing. They thought the sadness was beautiful. ps...
. tell the girl's that smile I want to claw my way back into your heart, I want to make you bleed again. I miss.. I miss.. all of it.. mirror splinters, jagged stars, beating hearts that soar, ache.. I want you to write your name on my skin.. and kiss my wrists and make me feel alive again. amp;hearts; This Girl's been playing the victim for so long, that she doesn't know how to stop. in nothing but her bare skin. "yes, i did" "you know Jo Smith?" "oh yeah you mean that gorgeous girl from NYC? i love her work." "yeah...
.i met her last night." "really?? oh my god...
." "yeah. i saw her at a club and had to talk to her...
my goodness, she's even more gorgeous in person...
well anyway we were talking like crazy and she invited me to her place. she says she feels safe with me anyway." "so you went and then what??" "we didn't have sex if that's what you mean...
" "then what?" "she photgraphed me. she says i have a beautiful body and she loved my long black, shiny hair. she asked me if i enjoyed sex with her and i was like 'what are you talking about?' and she says photography is sex to me.." "lauren? are you still there?" "i can't...
." you can hear her trying to hold back her sobs in her whisper "i can't do this...
." and i cried and she said "i still love you...
and you only." "so why?" i told her "why are you with him if you love me? i can't live without you and now you're getting married in two months and then you ask me to be your bridesmaid??!! how the hell am i suppose to feel?" "we can still be together" she says "i'm only doing this for my mother" byebye she swallowed her gum "Overcome by your moving temple overcome by this holiest of altars so pure so rare to witness such a earthly goddess I lost my self control beyond compelled to throw this dollar down before your holiest of altars I'll sell my soul my self-esteem a dollar at a time for one chance one kiss one taste of you my magdalena I've beared witness to this place, this lair, so long forgotten so pure, so rare, to witness such a lovely goddess and I'd sell my soul my self-esteem a dollar at a time for one chance one kiss one taste of you my black madonna I'll sell my soul my self-esteem a dollar at a time for one taste of you my magdalena.." amp;hearts; i never thought that i would ever find a woman that i have always wished for.. but i am one of the luckiest girls ever! the most beautiful thing i ever saw was abandoned in a parkinglot in a little neighborhood in san franciso by a little italian bakery and a church. there was broken glass from thick ridged bottles and leftover lime jello in a few crumpled dixie cups and the church bells were ringing because it was sunday and the air was cold and the sun was awake and everything made sense as i sat on the curb and cried. but the entire time i didn't stop smiling and then it was over and i got coffee at the bakery and walked back to my apartment to sleep. raven and violet lay watching the muses kiss and fondle a dream. no, not a dream. a dream would consist of one waking up too soon, so maybe this was for real. did she mean it? would the the sky cry tears exclusively for him? would she stay here on earth forever like she promised? the trees swayed, naked, bare. the earth gleamed wet and cold. he shivered and shuddered and commenced walking to the walls of ivey, sure of himself and what should lie ahead. he said he loved me and i believed him...
how naive! he frequantly asked me what's it like to be beautiful, and i choked on my reply...
.but now i know - it's terrible, people say those magical words of affection just to get 15 minutes of brief pleasure, an undeserving contact of skin. i wish it was different, but its my story...
..if you feel lke me, you're welcom to my aim, 'cause i'm feeling really depressed...
(ThoseEvilPiggies@aol.com) Celeste layed in her bed remembering the stories her grandmother had told about the virgin...
she thought about her own story and how it was similar, and she wondered if her journey would be anything like the girl in the story's. She sat down after her burst of energy, and began to sink back into her heartbroken depression. Never would she feel love again. She had cryed so much her eyes felt as though they were bleeding. Never would she be his. Ever again. But after a while of wallowing she came to a conclusion.. this was not attractive. For him to ever belong to her again, she would have to think of a very good plan.. a plan to make him want her once more, never to let her go...
SEX IS YUMMY IN MY VAGINA SAID THE DRUNKEN WHORE!! The beautiful virgin picked up the child and held it in her hands...
she couldn't remember the last time she ever held anything or anyone. It was just a baby girl. She was hungry; from her breasts the baby sucked giving and taking nurishment. Stories were told in darkened caves and in whispered voices of the cursed virgin...
how she would appear and then kill everyone just by the sound of her voice, how she was once a princess but then turned to the black arts. The ring had waken her...
from dreams that torment her whenever she sleeps. Into another hell. Not this time. There was magic in the air. She thought she heard the ancient voices...
so deep that no human ear could hear...
calling her name. "Farheen...
Farheen...
.awaken from the dream, and sleep no more...
Farheen" i had neevr known suck a perfect day when the humming birds can hit a high note sweat enought to melt my heart of course it was a dream and awoke alongside the pumkine man. i had known him for many a year. he had grown found of me kept me in a cabenet took me out from time to time to play and admire him. I have no voice inprisoned begined a glass wall desiving to the eye it seems as if i live in a world far from the otehrs but you try living in a dolls house were your soul is cliped to stop it from evre straying. my fairy god maother has not yet waved her wound she is punishing me for braeking the conventsions taht make up a true loves tale as the ring turning from silver into the shape of the most beautiful virgin...
skin pale,magnificent breasts , long brown hair, those green eyes piercing straight ahead, wondering who had waken her. A tear from the corner of her eyes appeares; she remembers the last time...
.ten thousand dead, she could hear thier screams as thier skin turned into ashes by just the sound of her voice...
then she turned her head, and noticed the infant, not an army, but a child...
crying. Could it be the child that the seer fortold was comming...
to somehow free her of the ring? She remembers the witch saying, "It will be a childs tears, that release you from the devils spell" as the ring turning from silver into the shape of the most beautiful virgin...
skin pale,magnificent breasts , long brown hair, those green eyes piercing straight ahead, wondering who had waken her. A tear from the corner of her eyes appeares; she remembers the last time...
.ten thousand dead, she could hear thier screams as thier skin turned into ashes by just the sound of her voice...
then she turned her head, and noticed the infant, not an army, but a child...
crying. Could it be the child that the seer fortold was comming...
to somehow free her of the ring? She remembers the witch saying, "It will be a childs tears, that release you from the devils spell" and then everyone died...
.. I had a dream about her last night...
.the dreaded lockeroom, those memories harm me so...
.she said 'kiss me', and as my surprise overtook me rapidly, my lips met hers, our toungues picking up the rythum long ago forgotten...
i woke up, realizing just how much i miss her...
that flaming red hair, as freezy as my own, piercing green eyes, lips as soft as winter's sunlight...
yes, she actually exists...
strange the words lead a fractured path back to my heart {poems desired by the stars alone}. Roses, are perfect. Beautiful, exquisite flowers with razor-sharp thorns. I am driven mad without you. I want you here in this dark room watching the imaginary petals fall with me. I see into the dark. I see a long corridoor. You walk towards the light, but you walk away from me, always. That was what you meant. Does the colour of my eyes fade three minutes after you leave? Can you imagine.. how this feels? It felt as if you slowly untied yourself from the red ribbons that bound you to me, and you did all this because you wanted to. March? April? I noticed more and more red ribbons lying on my bed, and I should have given up offering them back. But I never will. Just look under your pillow and you could see them. They are so satin-soft and wonderfully beautiful, they would feel so pretty against your skin. Satin-soft and wonderfully beautiful. If you wrapped one around your wrist and closed your perfect eyes you would see what I see. I guess you love your world so much that you never close your eyes anymore. I'm trapped in the darkness that you never reach. I feel like a character from Shakespeare driven mad by her torments and desires. I'm going to buy some tangible red ribbon. violet xx she was lactating. I see the writing on your hand "I love SOS" and I wish that someone special was me because when our eyes meet I feel like I'm on fire, and when you lookaway my heart slowly begins to break and I yearn to see your smile in your eyes once again. Your words are like a soft Spring breeze caressing my skin, your eyes like deep dark pools of softness and beauty beyond comprehension. I watch you in class when you aren't looking, and when your head is turned opposite of me. I am so stunned by your beauty and your kindness even though I told you I'm in love with you. Your friendship makes me feel so warm and safe but at the same time so hurt and alone because I know I may never be the SOS on your hand, or the one you say "I love you" to. I love you so much Kristen and I wish I could feel your embrace. You're talking to me again but it still hurts because I wish I didn't have these feelings for you. I want to see your soft brown eyes meet mine and see your beautiful smile and feel your touch but I know how I feel is exactly how you will never feel. I love you so much and now that you know I miss you even tho you're right there next to me but you aren't with me which hurts so bad and I wish I could feel your embrace around me but you aren't my way. she said she wanted me. her skin was porcelain pale. No, not like a doll's skin, cold and dusty from the shelf. She was soft, trembling and warm. She was pale as white sheets and spilt milk and new sunday shoes. I put my hand on her and my skin looked like honey, and I was proud that my people came from hot, sweltering puerto rico and passionate sicily. Proud that my skin could be dark and be the opposite of her light, entangling like the yin and yang. I let my body lie against hers, brushed my c-cup over her a-cup, then removed the clothes and put my head between her legs. I tasted and kissed and licked and thrust and she arched and moaned and gasped. her hips rocked and i held onto her as she cried out. she pulled me to her, tasted herself and proclaimed it okay-tasting, though to me it was lemonade on a summer porch, pink sugarfloss at the carnival, and strawberry ice cream eaten in slow licks. She let her hair (long, all the way past her slim shoulders and down her back) trail over my secret place, and put her fingers there when I gasped. She gave me a blue-colored orgasm, soft and slow, and i didn't care that she didn't love me, wasn't gay, was only my best friend since age 11, because of that night. Because that night, i held her dancer's body and she touched me with fragile grasps, and i knew she'd never even been kissed and i was her first everything. And it was okay that i slept on the couch and went home in the morning, because i love her. and she will never forget that i loved her when i gave her her first time, and she will never forget me. That night she kissed someone. A someone that is not me.. no evidence but a photo that met my eyes by coincidence. A secret that isn't neccesarily a secret. I just didn't know. ten there were all these magical bumblebees that could juggle and sing billy idol songs. bo, were they interesting. 'oh no' and they lived happily ever after the end Alone, Mercy thinks of her love that is a world apart from her, and wonders when they will finally be together. Although the nights are cold and lonely, with only the thought of her to bring her warmth and joy, she will wait beyond forever for her. . . .and after drinking really bad sangria until i was no longer self-conscious, she offered me a ride home. in the blue glow of her dashboard, we both fidgeted. i babbled to her, told her about scratching up my arms, how i thought it was artwork. at some point her finger ran down my neck and she kissed me. so many times when we kissed we both tasted like cigarettes. we ended up on top of each other in the drivers seat, the windows steamy and the smells of both of us so strong we could have bottled it, sold it as Pure Pheremones. How do I feel this empty space between my heart and my right hand? The pretty razors with sharp edges have all dissapeered. She is my weakness. She is my strength. Tell me something I do not know. Time collapses and we die. i want to read that story please Forever stuck in between...
.I am her friend. I am not the one she loves. I wish to feel her embrace and to hear her soft voice. Her long black hair flows down to her waist, her petite form setting only a small shadow, her brown eyes peircing my own. Her laugh sets me afire...
her smile healing all my wounds and taking away everything I am worrying about. When I am with her I have nothing to worry about...
I am not scared or worried. She talks to me and laughs with me and jokes with me...
only leaving me wanting for more. She kisses others on the cheek but not I. I am her friend...
. my sleep pattern is getting worse i feel cursed i can't handle this reality its #@$%!!ing failing me Jasmine lived happily ever after. The end. A glance from you makes me long for more, long to be the one you love instead of the guys that torment you. I wish you could realize how deeply and truly I love you...
.how deeply and truly I long for you. I think of you whenever my mind thinks about beauty...
for yours is like none other that I have seen. I don't know if you see my eyes gazing at you during class...
out of the corner or my eye. Sometimes you catch me and I pretend as if I am looking away or down at my paper. It aches inside when you say you love me but not as I wish you did. I am only your friend...
an aqquintance...
.stuck watching you with other people. We oculd be so wonderful together...
.I long to feel your arms in an embrace around me...
.to hear those words that I so long to hear...
I watched her dance around me in a wonderful cascade beauty...
.hypnotising me with every step, every glance of her delicious brown eyes, the world coming to a stop except for her dance and I watching her with a broken heart. Knowing I could spend forever living only as her friend and never as a lover. I watch her cascading brown hair flow at the gentle touch of the wind as she dances...
.hoping for one touch of her hand upon me, or even a gentle smile. She dances in all her gothic beauty and me nearly fainting as she dances around me in a whir of unexplainable beauty...
.her brown eyes peircing into mine as I yearn for more than a friendship...
. He i don't think it will ever heal I saw his hands on you, light touches caressing your skin, it made me feel ill and overwhelmingly sad. he is not worthy of your beauty. perhaps I am not. girls are so, so much more beautiful. we could have been so beautiful together. I still long for you, I long for your lips, and your arms around me, your breasts soft against mine. I long for you.. as she walked, the metal click of her heels against the pavement scratched out her eyes. they bled without reconciliation. her eyes were gone but her mind could see. Hello my name is Nina...
My life is a never ending story. Is yours??? the metallic coldness of the AR-80 assault rifle at her side sent a shiver down her spine. maybe it was the anticipation, or the rush she got from performing her service to society...
ASASSIN. a small smile formed on her pale, chapped lips. she raised the lethal, idolized hunk of metal and aimed. ONE...
TWO...
the male was in perfect view. unknowing, and nonchalant. an easy victim, to say the least. she tightened her grip on the trigger. THREE. she pumped several rounds into the unsuspecting average, corporate-controlled, wall street serving, starbucks drinking white, "american" male, before she watched him fall to the ground with an intense thud. he was dead, she had no doubt of her abilities whatsoever. brushing a stray hair from her face, she turned, and dissapeared into the foul-smelling alleys that she called home. there were two pictures of the girl never ending story However, since you already saw the obscure sculptures of young druids, waiting so patiently for you to approach them, and arcane dungeon towers standing tall beneath dancing sunlight and branches of creeping willows, I need hardly be at the trouble of explaining that I have lead you into the magnificent garden of Donatien Alphonse François, Marquis de Sade, one of the most cruel, brain-damaged sadists of our history. I once happened to spend several days in this ancient castle; venerable guardian was kind enough to show me Muse's scrapbooks, which were locked up in the archive as if they were one of its most priced possessions. It took me great effort to persuade the hesitating custodian to let me acquaint myself with them more closely - the humble elder believed that the memorials should have been burned before they could reach the eyes of a curious reader. Not without a certain anxiety, that you, charmed wonderer, would take the custodian's side, I present to you this book composed of many notes and diaries. If you would be brave enough to follow Muse as her faithful companion along the dismal prison cells and dark underground hallways, and then set your foot in our dazzling world, experiencing the arousing horror, insanity and absurdness she had to endure, then maybe the diversity of those images, unwrapping in front of your eyes like in a colorful kinetoscope, would entertain you. Kasey held a pale hand over her heart. It raced uncontrollably as she neared his apartment. A light appeared in the window as her combat boots crunched over the gravel. "He knows I'm here," she thought and in a panicing she ducked into the ally. She leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. "You came here for a reason!" she erged herself, "Don't crap out now." Ok. She admurged from the ally and felt into the jacket and the cold metal chilled her fingertips. Kasey pushed open the apartment door and crept up the stairs. Before she could reach the top of the spiral staircase a little girl came running down and appeared suddenly like a ghost in front of her. She stammered back and wasn't expecting what happened next. ..is this our last embrace? must i dream and always see yr face? and then sheela turned to me casually saying turn me back into stone you fiends of fiendish hell fire. When she awoke that morning Catherine smelt the fresh leaves of the spring and the dew from the flowers was fresh as it was still only early morning. that morning she allowed herself to stay under her duvet untill she was called at six to start work, usually she got up first to get ahead but today she allowed herself the luxury most normal people had. You see Catherine was not normal although she looked it from the outside, she had been a slave child since she could remember. Her mother had sent her away to serve the Jackson household when she was just a baby. Sometimes she thought of her mother and wondered what she was doing now and wether she missed her at all. She had asked of her once while clearing the table for the family and then she learnt the golden rule "dont ask questions" - maddison Do you remember holding my hand running through the trestles and skipping rocks by the river side? Those nights felt so close to perfect. That innocent look in your eyes, and the way your hair flipped up right above your brows. We both admitted we were scared when you kissed my forehead and promised me you`d never let go. Where are you now? The river`s flow has become lonley and it misses those stones we flung into the night. The faeries danced amung the stars, and whispered sweet verses from books of enchantment. The moon cried out to shine in your eyes, and I almost forgot to breathe. Your tender touch gaurenteed my happiness, and the midnight birds chirped a warning of dusk. Twas all a dream, yet i awaken so warm wrapped in your arms. The blanket of your love surrounded me, and now i must forget so sudden. You cannot ask me to let go. Like the mother of a new born child, i`ll always have your memory subsided in the back of my mind, waiting to be renewed. I AM THE QUEEN OF CUPS. his voice was the best thing of all: it cracked like ice when you pour the liquor over. new love Then he ran up to her. After just killing his ex-girlfriend he felt dirty and needed someone to make him feel better about himself. He knew Lauren could do it. She has always been the best at making him feel important. When she saw the blood on his hands she knew he had killed her, and she was no longer an issue in their life. He huged her and the blood trapped itself in the fabric of her shirt. She loved it. She was now part of destroying the little #@$%!!. the cemetary was deathly silent. my thoughts were screaming to be heard. of course, what thoughts? i a not allowed to any. i am dead to the world and to myself. i lay here, looking at tombstones andall the dead, rotting flowers left by loved ones. mine had none.nothing to remember me by. what use was the waste of a memory on me? my existance did not make a difference.but, i did take that away from the world. the cemetary was deathly silent. my thoughts were screaming to be heard. of course, what thoughts? i a not allowed to any. i am dead to the world and to myself. i lay here, looking at tombstones andall the dead, rotting flowers left by loved ones. mine had none.nothing to remember me by. what use was the waste of a memory on me? my existance did not make a difference.but, i did take that away from the world. she grasped the cameo necklace tightly, like a rosary, and closed her eyes. Her breathing was exaggerated and heavy, and she kept having flashes of things she had supposed she had long forgotten, however, this was not the case. He was her twin, and she was her twin. Her beautiful Natasha, had been lost to the cruel world beyond what she knew, and it only seemed to make things that much more painful. And he, he was all that she needed now to survive, but love seemed to be lost at all costs...
a romeo and juliet modern shakesperian romance. But he too seemed distant, and she was all alone to face her past. "I will never forget you...
I forgive you for all the things that haunt me now. You couldn't help what you stole from me...
this is not your fault." She was standing on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the seplucher of an ocean below, with waves crashing below, just beaconing her to jump, like that one night so long ago.. Face contorted with pain and fear, she clutched her papers tightly; those scribbled with a memoir of her sheer existance, and a single drop of moisture fell from her face. She let go of the papers, watching them fly and flap, nearing the water's edge. I don't know whether I shall ever tell you I love you again, although I will love you until the end, and whether I slit my pretty little wrists or drown in an ocean of tears you are the last thought I will ever have. When you died for the first time, I knew that you would haunt my dreams forever. And you will. Thinking of how little I mean to you now I feel razors caress my heart, I cannot put into words how much this whole year has hurt. I do believe you loved me once, maybe almost as intensely as I loved you, and watching your fascination melt away has scarred my world. I never wanted anyone but you, whatever happened, I loved you with an intensity unmatched. I dwell in shadow-worlds of black glitter, pale moonlight, and until I am rescued, there I shall stay. I wish to never see you as long as I live, and at the same time I wish to see you all the days I live. *watches the sky* Lucy xx it was raining. the sound of rain on the roof of the house-- not her house, but the one at which she existed-- was not at all exhillarating. It was a reminder of..Natasha. Her other half. Her Yang. She smiled, faintly, and closed her eyes, wrapped forever in the embrace of time, a chasm in which natasha never slept.. the stars twilking above her, did she ever see the one falling on her day of glory, did she ever see For a long time afterward, the damp east wind breathed across the abandoned and dew-silvered meadow, bringing with it the crepitance of unseen, disturbed, dried foliage, lightly trod upon by the lamenting werewolf. i want to ditch the logical i coated my lips with her dewy glitter. when i bent to kiss her wet lips,i realised there were morre things to come for the both of us.she wagged her finger at me , bidding me to come to her.i taste her slaty tears as she cries that that shew needs more that our sexual existence. i wish i could tear your heart from your chest sometimes, but i guess that deep inside there's still a part of me that wants to comfort you and lie with you and ache like you. Autumn approaches, girl and season, screams the importance of mind over matter. Purple shadows, bruises like flowers on her eyes because she is an insomniac. So she lives a vampire lifestyle: party all night, hide during the day. and blood, the drinking of blood. (a blatantly sexual part of vampire lore, no?) Autumn drinks blood, but only her own. Carves up her wrists and drinks her own blood as it runs down her arm. Autumn knows the pain of Jasmine. Autumn is a reflection, an echo of Jasmine and her pain. She is Jasmine in her dream state. She knows the need Jasmine felt to drown herself, but she also knows the force which kept her alive. she realized that dreams often lie. that sometimes thoughts can only hurt you. she closed her eyes to the impending tears and tilted her head up to the ceiling. stretching her arms out to her sides, reaching for something that was solid. something that was real. she found nothing. muttering to herself she collapsed to the floor, losing herself in the folds of darkness. brenden hovered nearby, not knowing what to do. jasmine cried and cried and rambled and rambled and kicked and screamed and whimpered and cowered. her hair had become tangled, forming a cave around her face. she looked up at him, a strange glow in her eyes. it weighed on brenden and he shifted uncertainly. jasmine licked her lips slowly, almost seductively and opened her mouth. at first her lips moved but no words were audible. it was almost an illusion, and then sound finally agreed with her. she whispered so low, it was almost painful. "am i so sudden that you can not even blink?," she swallowed "the walls are getting thinner. and the words filter through. bending me sideways and melt. tears clogging my pores. pores screaming. screaming voices. voices torn. torn sheets." jasmine stands, her feet together, and arms slightly out to her sides. the wind from the open door creates goosbumps on her bare skin, but she does not shiver. "suffocating sheets. tightly wrapped, knots, and pressure. silence wrapped, knots, and pressure. pores gasping." with each sentence she takes a step towards brenden "releasing wind. it bends me sideways and melts. flood. tears orbit. drink it in, spit out words. muffled. forgotten. filtered through walls. strong wind. and the walls are down. paper thin. paper cuts. cuts. cuts. cuts. and then she drowns. while tightly wrapped, knotted, and pressured. under walls with yer name scribbled in blood. baptized in tears. drowning. drowning. sheets are coffin. death. release. orbit. remove the paper and everything looks blue." her frigid nose pressed against brendens chin. "you are so beautiful" she whispers "its a shame to leave you." jasmine broke away from brenden and started dancing her way down the aisles. in a singsong voice she called back to him "its a shame to leave. its a shame to. its a shame. its...
...
" when she turns around she sees that brenden is no longer there. she quickly snaps her head to the right, and watches his figure walking away. he turns around, ten feet out the door. "im sorry" he calls, raising his voice slightly above the wind outside. "farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget" she quoted. brenden is then swallowed up by the night, and jasmine breathes in slowly. tasting his fear. smelling her sorrow. she turns away from the door, and walks closer and closer to the alter. she snatches the cloth from alter and rips it into long strips. with shuffled feet, she goes to the pews and removes 10 thick hardcover hymnals. she stacked five books and tied the cloth around them on one side, and the same on the other. her arms shaking from the weight, she carried the cloth and the books over to the baptismal. she dropped them onto the floor, and slid the heavy lid off. humming "you are my sunshine" to herself she lifted the books, placing them on the sides of the pool of water. she slid the piece of cloth over her head and softly blew into the water, creating little ripples. "romeo, oh romeo. wherefore art thou romeo?" she smiled sourly. "he left you #@$%!!. my eyes were never dry" she put the two stacks of books inside the baptismal, her head forced into the water. she blew bubbles, until she inhaled the water. wind chimes played as she drowned. silently screaming hey hey people how is every one today!!! and the she woke up. have you ever felt like you didn't belong? just anywhere you? anyone you meet is wrong? how strange this seems to me...
.. some times my life seams soo #@$%!!ed up and i never know if i am right or rong...
if you feel the same as me my S.N is NoFx grll58 in one sense ...
and the faerie girl sang a soft red song. A song of birds and beetles and the secrets they shared under the trees. The moon shone down through the forest canopy and all the girls danced to the music of the trees until dawn when they flopped down on the cool green moss and dreamed dreams of elvish laughter and honey. so, it happened and then after everything finally stopped, she spun around, our eyes linking, my heart beating. she runs up to me, hi! and she talks and i listen. but im not really listening to her words so much as her body. her soft skin, all over, big eyes, softest blue, tilted, questioning. her small pout lips, always the rose pink. orangy red hair spiking around. so thin and tall like some nymph. and me, what i am? its lunch. she asks, what are you? straight? i shrug. i dont know. what do you think? i don't know. the thought is abandoned, i wonder if she knows? i think, i think i love her. but is it just we are so close? but why then, do i want to hold her? feel her holding me? catch her tears, tell her my fears. pull her lips in the dark, rest my hands on her waist? could that be what she needs? what i need? and it hurts because i'll never know, but i refuse to cry. i am numb. i am alone and in love but i never speak a word of it. perhaps its better that way. a girl sits all alone above a rolling river with her voice haunting the valley's far below "here can you see the darkness surrouning you all can't you see what the darkness has done it is killing it is hiding why why must we run when the darkness is just around the corner" as she sings these last lines she plummits down from the rock and into the water. I could only imagine how her approaching form sent something through you, arrow or bullet, Jennie in her underwear and alligator heels. Poor aligator. I'd be vicious too, were it in my nature. jump jump call the black bird she looks up to behold sheets of ice coming down upon the cathedral. The ice shattering everything insight, yet the candles still burn bright . "As misery such is the fate of a restless soul, doomed to travel until the wandering spirits cleave to their inner most desires." With that said Jasmine takes one of the burning candles holds it up to the heavens and then sets it down again hi some times i just feel like i am drifting. i dont know if somthing is rong with me or somthing...
. some times i just feel really depressed!! but thats all i wanted to get itn out!!!!...
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.. The candles flickered as a breeze drifted through the room, and the silken bedsheets rustled as the girl squirmed atop the matress. A beauty she was, her skin a soft, honeyed tan; and it was everywhere, no tan lines to be seen on her slender, naked form. Her black ringlets fanned out on the pillow, and with her eyes closed I couldn't see her eyes, though I knew they were blue, like a cloudless sky. I heard the moan leave her throat, saw her hand between her trim thighs. And then the moan was muffled, because her other hand had been toying with one of those lush breasts. Large enough to be manipulated astonishingly, she had pushed one ripe tit toward her face, and caught one of the deep rose colored nipples in her mouth, suckling at it as someone else would. My nostrils flared, the scent of sex and sweat in the air, and still I watched her, incredibly hot and bothered. Near naked myself, only the sheer nightgown clinging to my form, barely brushing the tops of my thighs. Which made it much easier as my own hand slid down, mirroring her movements, my fingers probing the moist slit, dancing over the little pearl of flesh that creates so much pleasure. But, it wasn't enough as I watched her, and finally I gave into the great temptation. The gown dropped from my form as I walked toward the canopy bed, and I sank onto the foot of the bed, careful not to disturb her. Her legs spread wide, and I could see the glistening pink prize. Her fingers grown tired, I find my opportunity as she goes to switch hands. I lean, burying my face between her velvet thighs, suckling that sweet nub of flesh as she had been sucking her nipple. Of course she wasn't doing that now. She wasn't surprised by my presense, she knew I'd been watching her.. had wanted me to watch her. And always, I came when she wanted me to, because this was her game, not mine. I licked and probed, sucked and rubbed, my mouth talanted, so I had been told. One hand toyed with her breasts, twirling and tugging the beautiful nipples, the other joined my mouths persuit, and I slid one, then two fingers inside the slick passage. And then my viciousness came through, becuase it was always her and not me, and instead of two fingers, it was three, then four, pushing into the tight hole. No longer she moaned, but practically snarled as I crammed my hand inside, curling my fingers into a fist. Stretched beyond her usual capabilities, and unable to do anything except lay there, I pushed my fist deep within, then slowly drew it back, again and again. It was my game now, and her pleasure would come when and how I chose. it was the softness of her hair, the breathless pull of her touch...
oh damn my lust! or was it love? who knows, she has me caught in her resilient web, her fantastically dewy web of her hair, beauty, lips tongue, the eyes of Nefertiti, the eyes of an Egyptian goddess. I paid my homage to such a fancy that i would sit in the graveyard and cry, singing a song of sorrow into the black earth that housed the bodies of people. The angels around cast their eyes to the heavens and i swear they sung these sad songs for me. For my relentless beating of a heart. mayhap, the faeries brought these roses. For truly, they have never bloomed so beautifully before, with the dew glazing on the pale flesh pink petal the true lip tones of a virgin. She picked a flower for her love, who was in the house spinning her magical tales in the attic. she thought to surprise her love, her lover who kept locks of hair in a glass along with a small scroll of a first love poem. Her love was a woman of pure thought with magical touches and always smelling of vanilla and honeysuckle rain. How good life was to kiss this angel from the skies. She always bends as sweetly swaying as a willow branch. Her body kneels to her will and whim, as if adoring of her. I long to be the worshipper pentient at her goddess's feet and kiss the serpant that coils there. hey every body waz up? i hope your enjoying life and making the most of it!! i was thinking about all the different problems in my life and about all the different good things in my life also. when i listed them their were the same amount of both. i couldn't decide weather or not my life was good or not. but most of the problems i had weren't because of me, but they were because of my brother. i don't want to blame it all on him but instead i'm gonna try and help him. i hope you*after reading this* decide to make a list for yourself. it really helps and it will make you feel better. i just want to let people know that life will always be tough and you have to be strong. i'm sure you've heard that before but it is sooooo true. if you ever have the chance to read a chicken soup book that will really help you deal with your life and your problems. i read one because we had to read stuff in school and i decided to read them. i thought they were gonna be happy but really they weren't. when i come on this web site and read the NEVER-ENDING STORY my heart usually sinks. it normally isn't on all of the stories but the majority is sad. it always talks about how much people hate their lives and that to me is really sad. if you read the chicken soup books then you will find that it will make you feel 10 times better for yourself because you will know how bad other peoples lives are and how much better yours is. ( in some cases) i hope that my message will lift your spirit sometimes i feel like i am drifting.. i don't know if something is wrong with me or not? life feels sooo tough and soo rough. i don't know if life is supposed to be so hard.. It's so complicated. ...
your words come out like a blossoming flowers or a beautiful music note from heaven! said the faerie while the depressed girl was sitting there think of the choices last year! then a sing faerie came a said to the girl: "Some people search forever for this one special KISS oh i can't believe It's happing to me...
so people wait a lifetime...
oh i can't believe its happing to me...
for a moment like this...
I wanna know that you will catch me when i fall oh i wanna tell you this...
. some people wait a life time for a moment like this...
oh i can't believe it's happing to me...
oh some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this.. blah blah...
. A moment like this...
.. OOOOOOOh i can't believe it's happing to ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" i feel calm now a tear on my cheek calm, and still, and restful. my broken heart bleeds for you, and i love you and i miss you and i need you. just once more i close my eyes and you are there. blood red lips and angel soft skin. the gentle breathing that brings me more comfort and fills me with such warmth that nobody will ever understand. then i open my eyes and your not there not my arms, not in this room, or the next. i miss you She was intense as hell. She liked to throw herself into situations she really shouldn't. "Stop while you're ahead, Ana", I said. "No way. I'm fine." I realize that Ana is what Anorexics call themselves, the ones who are proud of it. That seems too funny and ironic for words Ana being Ana. what I see in your eyes makes me feel lost.. is this neverending? *cries* i am learning to love myself. i don't just mean masturbation. people have sex without love, and i'm sure people masturbate without self appreciation. i mean that i am truly learning that i am not such a bad person and i am actually quite beautiful...
. see the mistakes that i've made, well they don't seem to bother me. and i sure as hell don't feel like i've missed any kind of train. so if i could only show you how i fell then you wouldn't bother me...
yeah maybe they'd see why we don't mind being blind...
. And the unusual bird landed on the top of the highest peak in the canyon. We can see the brightly colored plumage of the bird, its glittering colors reflecting the sunlight. do you hear me? can you? (will you?) i miss you. though: i lift without you i'm freer without you all candles light and dance without you but you hide from this musing light you're a shape a silhohette and behind your shadow i rest yet: don't you remember? can you? (will you?) i used to smile without you now i cry without you she looked through the gate into the deep and knew that if the dogs should turn and see her they would pursue her without rest till she should yeld and join them in the chase There was the crow's song, echoing in the hill of her mind. . . . and yet still the wind in the rushing air tore strands of silver from the faltering moon pool and added light to her hair. . . yet still she cried to the angel of her mourning and asked of her 'why'? No answer came there to her unless the murmured cries in the gale were answer enough . . . shhhhhh and i wanted you to be poetic and romantic and everything a love song would be...
like dew drops on crystal roses and spanish moss on sacred castles...
and i wanted angel wings and satin kisses and orange sunsets in your eyes...
but sometimes we aren't what we want us to be. she had a birthmark on her face, just under her eye, like a tear or a rose. she kissed me as a dare and i felt that spark that i had once limited to my reading. the spark turned to flames when she sat on my lap and sang to me. even drunk she was a beauty. i loved her and she said i was her best friend. Spirits rise and spirits fall. said that the towers of babylon had to come down. Man has once again exeeded his grasping reach. I pledge alliegiance to Happiness. I will work for it if that is what it takes. Will I die for it? Now that would not make me happy. No, I think not, though I wouldn't mind dying happy for a change. I can work at anything I choose for this purpose. I will learn, along the way, that some efforts produce less Happiness in the long run than other efforts do. This is mine to keep. If I learn to look further down the road while maintaining presence in the moment, I may even contribute to others' Happiness, now or in the future. Things that take to much of our integrity away from us will fall away from our everyday lives. Objects that influence us to not learn how to be happy will also fade away. Un-neccesary destruction will not be possible in the face of Compassion and Understanding for all . hi can i have the oren and the book and the lunk dragon to keep hi do you got a book can I have it for free i feel like to read it it sounds good do you have the oren that I can have it for free and a lunk dragon to keep for free. Lolita, Lolita, is that really your name? Why would your mother call you that, of all things? Lolita, I miss you. I miss your slippery silk sheets and the way we hid in your closet, squashed against each other. I miss your irrational behavior and your icy skin. "I'm so damned cold", you used to say, winter afternoons when you came in all shaky and blue. "Why go out in this weather, then?" "It's worth it to make a snowman." "Well if you like being cold, shut up and quit complaining." I miss you I miss you. It begs to be repeated. Last week, I saw a skinny teenage girl with long blonde hair, and practically shoved my way through the crowd to crush her against me. "Lolita, Lolita". "Stay away", her lover said, and pushed me far away. Lolita Lolita. Do I ever miss you. Are we suppose to live like this? I went to heaven last night and found out it was right here all along the music overtook her, and she spun around, her senses caught in another world. what is the name of the dog? It was a shivering night when your friend and i were walking together when smoke came out all of a sudden. A small blue and green boy came out of the smoke THE NIGHTMARE FOR YOUR FRIENDS my name is kristen I think i finally got my head together. My life has gotten better. The love of my life has given me a flower. A flower that will lead to a good life. What are you most afraid of? Hospitals houses statues movies girls kisses crowds spiders water? You stole my thunder, sweetie. Her inner self kept itself a secret, you see, and that's why she considered herself to be empty. In others she sought to find it. i fall to your words and drown in your cries age creeped into the gardens, moss sprinkled heavily on the gargoyles...
You can't catch me, Vivien said, and disappeared beneath the water's surface. She was right. Neither Seffie nor Tobey could find her, and after hours of swimming through the murkiest water they'd ever seen, they gave up and went for coffee at Starbucks. When the we were younger and no one was dead yet, or missing or in the asylum, we never knew how #@$%!!ing good we had it. Three rich children naked in the woods. It was Maddy and Atlas who did most of the sexy things, though, while I observed, shivering, holding my sweater up to me. Atlas always laughed at this. "Prude", he'd yell after they finished, catching me unawares, pushing me down and keeping me there. My sister giggled as she was very often inclined to do. Was she jealous? I used to think her incapable of really loving someone, girl or boy, for more than a night, but I may have been wrong about that. I think she loved him and detested being what she called his 'practice #@$%!! doll'. But that was pretty much the agreement they made on her thirteenth birthday. To learn on each other. I know that he felt responsible for her dying, for letting her do such a stupid, childish thing (honestly--she seemed more like three than eighteen). Obviously he needed the release. And you know I couldn't help it when he touched the base of my spine, when he said my name and kissed my neck. You know I couldn't help but let him touch me and want to do it at least as much as he did. I wished him to suck the confused poison out of me with his vampirish teeth, for which I'd always called him Draculus. God I was so out of my mind. When I woke he was gone, as I knew he would be. I was sore and heavy with grief. It was three years before I saw him again. He called from the hospital and I'd visit him at least twice a week, bringing books and plants, never flowers because he hated them all except for lilies and black roses. It was yesterday that he came back. Erebus house is falling apart, he says. He wants to buy it from my grandmother. No, she told him, she's leaving it to him after she dies anyway, mostly because he's always reminded her of her brother Gus, now even more on account of the suicide thing. And here we are. As i looked back at her. She didnt want me to go. But for once in my life i was doing something for my self and no one else. She wasnt going to stop me now. I can hear her screams and shouts but my mind is blocking them out. As soon as i get out of here the better. I can't wait till i'm living life for myself again. Its been so long, but i know i'll survive. All my drama is in the past. I can leave it now. My future is all i see in my mind now, and freedom is all i feel in my heart now. um.. i'm falling out of love with you, i thought i'd always love you, but i've had enough Maybe it'll all start over...
like it recoils from vast influences. Maybe it'll all work out for her...
but life's unexpected. It's like an art form, like a video game, stay alive to get to the end. But all that you receive for living through Hell is a short scene of happiness. Burst and bloom...
maybe all the feelings are coming back. She thought that as she stepped on a shard of glass on the floor. 'Beautiful dillusion' she thought, looking up only to see her back and never her face. the seeming banality of it all made them stop and wonder about life once i had a love who sang as sweet as a dove, i fell so deep, it was a treat, but now my dove sings no more. i am oh so very forlorn. come to me now or i shall be drowned on the august of 4th, tomorrow If you hadn't let go of me I wouldn't be here. Don't ask me to hold your hand now. I can feel the hatred oozing off of you. You only want to hurt me and I won't be your doll. I won't bend in ways that break my bones, and my spirit. I won't be your trigger happy sidekick. And I won't hide in the shadows of your inferiority. You aren't my creator and my daemons laugh in your face. What I am is nothing compared to everything. And yet I'm everything compared to you. My tiniest breath will wind you. Don't fall away from me. I'm falling into the eyes of your predecessor. And she was wild. Don't cry for your queen she's happy without you. She wants nothing to do with your lost stallion. Give me peace. so i have a feeling things will be gettin better!!! Then a silence fell over the Cathedral, even the the hiss of the wailing wind could not be heard only felt ...
...
Yet, she remained uninterrupted...
she danced...
she felt the presence of hands that could not be seen...
touching her...
fondling her...
...
yet she remained uninterrupted...
not even the shattering of the mighty cathedral stain glass windows could break the silence...
bloody reminants of footprints were left in her wake as she danced...
the grinding noise could not be heard underneath her once pristine, and flawless feet...
to some, the pain of something like so would be unbearable...
yet, she remained uninterrupted...
they tried to penetrate her, and rape her, drag her around and kick dirt in her face...
they began to intrude her soul...
mutilate her spirit...
soon the the presence of the unseen hands began to grow furious...
yet, she remained uninterrupted...
...
she danced...
and danced...
Soon her eyes fell upon a window; but not really a window, more of a pane of lichen-covered glass, tinted the murky brown-green telltale colour of a mossy fungus. She pressed her hands on the frame of the old window and struggled to get a view of the outside. Death warmed over, she thought, this is not where I deserve. She ran her fingers through what was left of her platinum blond hair; over her thin eyebrows; across her black eyelashes and down her black-stained cheeks. She ignored the feeling to cry more, and walked back to her blood red velvet chair in the middle of the chamber. and she screamed so hard she thought she would break because all SHE could do was take and take until all the world could spin and break and she cried silver lined tears for HER and the way she left bleeding and angry like all the rest and as the last breath escaped her lips, she was silenced forever...
THEY were silenced forever...
but each of them went to different places *cries* sure, they'd cheated on each other, but over all their love defeated all battles they faced. you'd never meet two lovelier people. until the day her lover bled. right before she awoke, her lover had slit her wrists and slashed herself across her tummy near her navel. b/c she was terrified of what was to come and how their secret was sure to unveil if she hadn't slashed her belly and killed herself. dying inside and out, her last breathe consisted of, "it's all your fault." confused and deceived, she took the knife from her lover's hand and slit her own wrist whispering, "then i shall not live either." She hated the fact that so many people despised her very name. Being alone and superior is no consolidation for what she had gone through and there was no going back to her normal life, for now she had tasted carnal temptation and sin. SHE took her to her unfixable life. SHE didn't even know the damage SHE had done. She is slowly dying...
and forever thinking of HER because she will always be stupidly in love with HER no matter what SHE does to her. And then she woke up and realized what she's done. She turned around and her breath was taken away by one look. She was drowning in love while the lady of her fantasies stared at her. She drops the knife and slowly, they became one. lovely eyes Her heart, now the cynical embodiment of Mary's perversion, wept in the depths of solitude it had created for itself, and she could no longer contain her grief has she gazed upon her fiery doom, its absurd and obscured intentions masked delicately and tastefully beneath Mary's rich and enchanting cloak. Mary guided her silently with an inhumane and yet indistiguishable force as she followed Mary into the obscene, twisted hallway that was her mind. The poisoned flowers blossomed and shrieked their sorrow as they fled by, a blur of multicoloured and intricate designs and colors. She no longer heard or saw- her eyes had been torn out and replaced with the sickly green jewels Mary had created to twist her nature into something truly gorgeous in the eyes of the hopeless and naive. Her poor shrivelled self crumpled into Mary's arms and Mary embraced her under the silver glowing moon, the only purity left unmarked by Mary's disembodied voice, the vulgarity that reached endlessly to touch the ears of those in their desperation. Barbi ripped open Maureen's dress and she liked it! And as the woman behind her cut off the rest of her hair, she thought to herself, 'I will never again be broken over him. He was the worst of me. And I was the best of him.' It was then that she glanced next to her. And saw what she hadn't seen before. That Anjela loved her. excitingly #@$%!!, cunning, pessimist, sadist, wittiness. nouns. all words that are true to me. i believe it to be a realist view of who i am in this damn anathematized world. life has turned me this way. many already have. someone once said that life is not perfect. how right they were. velut luna semper crescis aut decrescis like the moon ever waxing and waning this is true about the world. the world is ever changing, ever moving, even being different from once before. this is what we are made of, the status quo of the ever-changing world. and nothing can modify the truth within that. I think most of us are fond of getting places in a roundabout way than in a straight line. The journey is always more fun than the arrival; the ritual is more exciting than the result. Work your way around it, wending your way through the labyrinth of candles, each one a point of light, as in the Colonnade of Bernini. And be careful, don't get lost in...
Now you see it, now you don't. Opening a door into what's obvious and locking it behind you. Light and darkness. The balance between two extremes: Sex and Death. There's a waiting period while the mind draws the scene step by step --- just as, lying on the ground, are all the metal weapons that have transformed a mighty warrior into a voluptuous woman who can seduce even the foulest beasts. Ok, this makes no sense...
. ~ Pauline ...
you're the brightest star in the midnight sky, and the first tear falling from my eye...
you will always be the most beautiful...
i love you...
forever...
"hope that we die holding hands...
" xxx she liked to break hearts. Ruining a person's life made her feel better about herself. and the leaves turned to a mouldy brown, and the decay sets in with hungry adandon. skies that were once awash with the colors of life now sag in despair and smiles fade away to nothingness. the reds or roses are no longer, they wilt like all things and their once delicate petals twist and curl like old women in the last days of their lives. this site is cool i couldn't look into those eyes anymore it hurt too much as she set strumming her fingers through her hair, she wondered what it would be like to kiss another woman, love another woman, be with another woman. She didnt want the scorn of her friends, nor did she want to change any relationships around her. No faith in men at all. I hate men, men suck she thought bitterly. All I want is to love and be loved. Be happy. People are so shady...
you think someone is one way, but then they turn their backs on you. You think someone likes you, but then all the feelings vanish, leaving you looking at the empty shell of that person...
you wonder if the world is really this #@$%!!ed up. I thought we were really going to go away together...
everything that came out of her mouth is and and was bull#@$%!!. Why cant I trust another human being with my life, my love, my heart, and my emotions. I can never believe any of the great things I hear becasue once I turn around, I find out they were all callous lies. Blah. Sick of it she thought. Just to find a decent girlie or man...
it will never happen. I can never be fully into it with someone with the fear of being hurt, left, abandoned, made to look foolish. "I need a drink", and she gets up and walks out of the room. i forced this love to mould eternal circles for you. i forced my wound to heal spherical for you. i forced the lying leaves to spin and swirl for you. i softened corners of set eyes and replaced stars with moons. then you cut jagged edges round my heart and tore them all in two. and the snow blew across the hills and the slim tree branches and lit upon her eyelashes. Her blood was a striking contrast to the purity of the snow and I held her tightly. Her tears melted the snow and my warm breath went through her and kept her warm, until she fell asleep. She didn't dream, but felt the darkness rise and comfort her keeping her still. And I sobbed silently as the last breath left her body. you are not burning the princess ok? the prince can go wake the #@$%!! up. Could it all be a lie? and then the dragon burned the princess alive. the prince cried and cried until he formed a river and drowned in it. ...
lying here, sipping scarlet wine. tracing secret paths through the shredded petals, ripped from exquisite red forms in violent hatred. licking strawberry glazed lips and tasting droplets of blood and her kiss. a sultry crimson haze of tenderness and such jagged beauty the heart almost bursts open, showering jewel-like beads...
violet xxx when did this become a random message board rather than a story? does purpleglitter need a guestbook? i thought there was one...
yeah, there is one. so what's up with you people?!?!?!?!?!? yeesh. The secret to death is dying once you die the auruam will set you free. It is I the gatekeeper of the west that drives you to the east. Yes atreau wheaties is good meat, never go to the bog of never ending stench or you might get dipped in. Did any one tell you that your hair is green, yes green. I mean it is green are you growing grass on your head. You are never told me you were a grass head. Alright yes that martini is the breakfast of champions but no we can't go to fairy land. Magister ludi where are the glassbeads so that we can play the glass bead game. Check it out in aisle two there is the buddy jesus statue you know you have always wanted one it has the kungfu action grip, you know the one where you push his arm down and his penis pops out. Sorry that was the catholic story. Yeah buddy jesus really was a good guy. You really need a resistor there I mean your flying dildo will not work with out it. I don't believe the never ending story was ever about poetry, yeah read the book one day, maybe a day ago probably not though, the time compression phenomenon occurs when the world no longer exists to you. Last but not least this is the story that never ends it just goes on and on my friends. the management SOILENT GREEN IS...
PEOPLE!!!!!!!! So one day I meditated and found I wasn't alone so I sit here still typing trying to convince myself I don't deserve company. S h a n n o n I L o V e Y o U!!! Peace be to the broken and the fixed you will think this is funny. I never heard of you but I must have some kind of connection to you metaphyscially because a couploe of years ago I had a big operation for vulvar cancer and while recovering I started using TEATIME PRODUCTIONS as a name of a company which I was asking for information and free magazines, etc. The more I started free associating with it, the more fun it became. I play keyboards and mess around with writing music and so I adore the goddess SARASWATI, who is totally cool; goddess, as I'm sure you're aware of music and education. And so out of that I evolved another cup of Tea and now have an email address of Saraswateam@zipido.com which to the uninitiated sounds like a police action, but in actuality could become the nom de plume of an activist network. I read about you from the ladyfest posting on the Buy Olympia Web page, where I used to live when I went to Evergreen for a few years. I promise to read some of your writing and write you again. Ciao! Why do I stay, use me abuse me again and again, yet I come back for more. I hate you so much, I can't stop loving you. How much longer can I stay living in this hell with this eternal pain. When will you see I might be everything to you, nothing at all. images of the preceding night swirl about my head as I lean against the back of the freight elevator. Barely breathing, moving perfectly as if it were actually what it purported to be: the lie of a world of seperate things. In my vision the substances switch places, a woman's face taking on the texture and color of the vinyl stool covers by the bar, the walls and ceiling likewise transforming before my eyes into a parody of pulsing flesh. Animate and inamimate switch and I stand in walls of skin and sinew surrounded by plastic people. The bubble of vision pops of a sudden, and returned to the mundane I am confronted with something truly terrifying: That my so called reality is in fact incalculably more disgusting than any nightmare. Cemetery Hunt on your Ritual Abuse, a victim of mind control looking for help, for a friend. We are the test subjects: CHANGE LOCATION! If they all died, where did their bodies go? They thought of me as a savoiur of a kind, but I had no intention of stopping the carnage. the girl in violet lifted the blade closer to her heart as she watched the girl in ebony trace her footsteps into the distance. lost in the eyes of my obsession as it stared back at me with the eyes of a demon the realization making me hurt inside of the obsession that could never be mine chaim a la chaim i didn't belong there i froze away when the moon melted day dreams i seemed to stay. but, this ice is too striking this glare is too sharp her eyes burn like frostbite numbing my heart in to this. this empty asylum this fractured limb they run away from here. i remain within. withering magic can still help, although it's no longer an illusion but a sculpted shadow of us. she walked on the stage, and glanced at all the beaming faces directly on her. as she spun on the stage, she twirled, and hopped, and did everything possible that would amaze Treck, the boy of her dreams who was watching her from below. i am not s o r r y i don't . i don't. i do. admit. i wish i wish i will submit if only if always forever you knew that always i fall for impressions of you. then she wrote the poem: She cries black tears Wishing it would all end Wishing she would fade away Into oblivion Her heart is aching ever so slowly breaking she doesnt know what to do she's waiting for someone she's waiting for you but you won't let yourself love her you cant let yourself care your afraid of loosing her completely drowing in a love so deeply that it scares you she tries to rid herself of you anyway she can but you won't let her go and so...
SHE CRIES HER BLACK TEARS and then the feathers fell out of the sky, and the faces of the dirty bald men sang with joy, for the youth were corrupted and they could finally have their way with their tight little blueberry pie. ...
and then i proceeded to move forward...
your sweat, like liquid opals, runs down the nape of your neck in the sweltering summer heat. Time was always cruel to friends, loves, memories...
and today was no exception. She stood in the doorway and smilled at the young girl who kneeled in the distance. What was her purpose? Her goal? She didn't know, but she was here again, and so was the girl. As she looked at the back of the kneeling beauty, she felt the petals of the cruel rose that was her heart begin to slowly fall and float to the groud. Her heart, like a rose, withered at the sight of that girl...
no, things could never be like they were...
As I open my box of SECRETS, I want to play with you. Imagination, Creativity, Inspiration and other artistic-sounding words have nothing to do with it. SECRETS--- yours and mine. Just as ancient alchemists used to chant over the gimoire of Hermes Trismegistus: "As It is above, so it is below; as it is below, so it is above. Together they are one." ~Pauline Nothing burns.. I'm made of ice today, yet the crimson threads tangle. Tangled and dripping, they bleed glistening words. Threads of desire, threads of deceit. The prettiest jewels have the most jagged edges. The mirror slants, I watch for your eyes...
. violetxxx and there is something about clicking onward...
and i said"Dude where's my car?" and he said "hey dude where's ur car?" i said " hey dude, where's my car?" and he said" hey dude where's ur car? hehe" and i replied "dude its not funny, where's my car?" Lost i dove deeply falling asking myself am i really going to die when i hit the hard cold ground or am I going to wake up. yes i am jealous but is that really the truth? jealous of a hunger for a painful youth? perhaps but hidden pains proliferate no escape is clear so I'll wait until jealousy finally disappears with you. did you really think there was a easier way out maybe not really maybe just this time or another i don't think maybe were all just trapped in one big dirty rat cage with no water bottle/ The walls painted black coated with zoloft little kids licking it falling among it tasting the brains falling out there heads. they capture moments to despise me again laughing at me to know I'm still unwise i laugh at them for I've lain here long enough to know everything but not wanted to float in my knowledge of nothing tainted. a shadow of the girl i fell in love with. abused. you used to be. distant. so perfect. crying. now you're poisoned. bladed. the petals fall. fragile. i won't collect them. this is not me, I am tired of this, I am tired of being there for you, I am tired of loving you. You drain me, consume me, completely. I am selfish but I would feel all your pain for you. Yet still I am tired of you. "Worthless" she called me, "Infantile and unloved" she gibed. Yet in her eyes i swore there was love, or at least some form of obsessed lust. I eyed her feet, pink toes escaping the oiled leather. She wore a lot of leather for a vegetarian. "Get on your knees" she hissed at me. Bound at the wrists as I was, I had little choice. Mouth slackly open, eyes stinging from the smell in her basement, I reacted little when she opened her vein and made me drink. She laughed. Laughed like a maniac on a B grade movie. "I have the plague" she said. "And now, you are dead". Still, I musn't complain though, for nigh on 50yrs i've lived and loved in these here parts. i do like to dance of course and with april murray at that an' all. oh, if my wife knew she'd've have a sceamin fit. april murray who had the baby at 14 yr old and abortion at 17. aye, but she were a grand lass. too bloody honest i'd say , she was. she didn't hide things or dress them up the way others do. no not april, not her style y'see . "i dont see why i should say i likes sumfink when i dont, and dont like it when i do". yeh that's april alright. oh not that she allways has such a high opinion of me, that i can tell thee. oh aye! "you , yeh bastad , marryin lizbiff jus cause she be up the kite, yet you'll still be coming over 'ere for a peice of me" and for once i wasn't no ippocrit niever, i says to april " april love , that be true that be, i will that .be always trying for a peice of you i will". however, now that i'm hrer in me own little flat , the wife bein dead now for oh, 2 years, i find ever more special things about april, she;ll never fail to suprise me. i remember well when i met her. gawr , that's goin' back a bit. i was 12 years old and just about to start secondary school , which was uncommon then for us commoners! it was summer and well, i'd just been to a dance for the young 'uns, and there she was outside smoking a cigarette with a really tough bunch of girls. teddy girls them was then . and i never said nothin , no just looked at her. and oh what a feeling. like oh let me think, like when i caught me first butterfly and didnt want to lose sight of it. never was too great with words. then i went to school and she was there , that same april murray, with her shoort hair and long tight skirt white shirt, and lovely small pointy breasts and puffy nipples. well i hates to sound crude or anything but it's just that it's all part of what made me like her . and that free spirit of hers. the following year me and big adam A ent a walking along the coast , south past the old castle on the cliff right next to the sea. what a beautiful night it were. sun redening the sky , the reflection on the water, quite warm for the time of the year. me and adam settle down for a smoke, and we hears this gigglin noise and who should it be but april and two freinds who turned out to be sisters,one pretty one not so pretty. well i says what the hell be you three doing' 'ere, and they turns out to be campin just around the rocks on the grass ," any smokes?" says one of aprils freinds and tryin to sound all mature the way some young boys do i says " yas , of course". well they took us round to the tent, and adam by the was being really shy as he was bullied a lot at school, even though he was much bigger and broader than all the others our age,and he had a beard long frizzy hair, he ran away from fights and everyone thought he was gay but he wasn't. he was just shy and had something called eh, what was it now,,,, ah yes, some kind of thyroid condition. i cant remember how but adam ended up outside the tent and i ended up inside the tent and the girls were gettin a bit cheeky and confident, and suggested that i kissed them, well i did, and the older one of the two sisters took a dis-like to me, and april and the other sister to annoy her both starts to kiss me, eventually , and i cant remember why, april stopped kissing and let the other girl take over. ah , it were heaven .kissing april murray and that little angel all at the same time, and it got quite steamy with the little angel when april rolled over to the side. it wasnt till years later i asks her why she didnt sleep with me that night that she told me that she wanted to watch and "feel" what it was like, and i couldnt understand that at the time when she told me, but i think i understand now even though, as april would say i only understand in a manly sort of way. well i cant help that. well i,m off to see to the new lambs i am , cant stand around gabbin all day. bye now! and the story goes on. there is a world where the beauty is painful...
i don't know how to reach it though...
fragile is a border, made of melting crystal snow...
and the world rushes on...
though knowing the truth, the shadowy darkness and my utter shock would only allow me to see an exotic red flower in her hair rather than the exit wound beautiful corpse "they paid homage to a king whose dreams are buried in their minds, his tears are frozen stiff, icicles drip from his eyes. what did i desert you for? for an existence of pain and hollow dreams...
that's what...
you made me happy, something that i haven't been for a while...
not really...
i'm sorry that i shut you out...
because i did, so in awe of a brilliance that blinded me, burned me.. and i miss talking in your room.. your garden...
i miss the dancing.. and i'm so far away...
i dont know if its ever possible to go back to how things were.. but.. trust me.. i was happier with you...
. years ago.. but maybe thats just the happiness of childhood.. i don't know.. i just wish that i could still talk to you.. like before...
maybe i'd tell you everything.. i wish things were different...
xxxx scratching my head, trying to make sense of this. but it doesn't...
not ever...
and I don't think it will. god, i need a cigarette. I box myself in, again, a crushed manikin of you. I am your image, reflection, my box as my protection from your mirror all those bitter shards of mirror that you crush with me. boundless maybe without the boxes constricting my hate of your ignorance. #2* Beyond the crimson haze lies the realm of purity, of tender skin, and tears of beauty. But the blades glitter...
Flawless stretches of cool silver, so smooth and perfect. Razored tips glinting, tempting the angels with a seductive brightness, until they long for a sweet violation...
And all I can see are the blood droplets adorning her lips, a deep red, the colour of intensity, and desire, and I want to taste the blood...
pressing my lips to hers...
tasting the blood...
And strawberry...
soft strawberry and the world is spinning.. the stinging cuts… kissing her… violetxxx He stood out in the crowd, what with his chisled, scarred face and his tired, worn hands, as well as the shirt. The shirt that said: I'm with stupid sip...
another sip.. comfortingly deadly...
drain, drain the bottle...
a pleasure/poison medly draw the blade across my skin, strawberry gashes, strawberry kisses...
she felt the wisp of quick zephyr, she looked alarmingly over her shoulder, what was that creaking noise she kept hearing what is the point in all this? please fade...
because i am moving away slowly and i won't come back games sometimes a stranger says with one word, what you've been thinking all your life...
to her, the girl was like a bath not taken, a world unexplored. she wanted to feel her inside her so much but she couldn't have her for the curse put upon after her father stole a kiss from her. a curse that when touched by other skin, human skin, she would forever suffer an unspeakable death. It'd be so cool to be friends with a lobster! Don't you remember that egg with feet from Garfield? the delicious crimson light bleeds from the portal, staining the purity of the colourless sky...
i must bind the light...
slivers pierce my heart...
my bleeding heart.. the air is heavy, laced with the impossibility of idealized love.. the open portal draws me close, but the intensity of light makes me shiver...
blood-red rays caress my skin, bathing me in tainted purity, jagged celestial obsession...
violetxxx *dramatic mood*...
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful eyes...
when alone, I drown myself within myself. I miss the sanity others give me and the answers. the practiced answers. I vow to never speak a practiced word, a word I don't mean. But I fear that I would then never speak at all. perhaps my silence would give me greater sanity? no...
I'd just drown more. and then my mom called me and I woke up, my face in a bowl of tapioca sweet cherry lips, hallucinating, stereotyping, for good. toxic. better than you kiss her breasts she was pretty I'll cry with you, I'll dream with you, the melody twists in tune with you, I'm scared of you, that I'm in love with you, as if I could love someone as beautiful as you...
so untrue.. disbeleive me, I'm fearful of your thoughts, that they might constrict mine, they are the same as mine, don't stay, I'll only cause you pain in time, and I'm sorry for loving you secret lies, sorry for turning my back...
.*cries* "I am colour blind...
. coffee black and egg white...
" She lies on her side amid the folds of darkest, softest silk; my seraphic muse. She is sleeping amidst scattered roses of night, bloodstained thorns, shards of mirror. Strawberry gashes adorn her ivory skin, droplets of crimson fall. But her eyes are closed to this world, she never wakes...
Infinite and blinding beauty. But before long our sweet wrists would catch upon the glittering shards of mirror. We would bleed to death… Will she ever wake, my sleeping beauty? ...
no.. does she even really exist?? at first I saw only the patterns of the sky; ivory clouds drifting past in cold serenity. Stretches of soft grey against pale shades that somehow cast an aura of sadness. An almost colourless sky, an oblivion awaiting bleeding hearts, trails of glitter…. Until darkness fell across my ethereal window I watched ghostwhite shapes merging with such slow purity that my eyes burned with a desire for intensity [the colour of blood]. I reached towards the starless sky - imagining I would touch the silken ebony shroud - and my hands glowed against the beauty of night. Surreal 4am beauty. I spun my wrists around each other and danced before the invisible stars, delicately seductive. I read the book over, over, over and still the words meant the same...
...
suddenly suddenly falling, drifting you're drifting inside, stupidly stupidly mourning, trailing you're trailing tonight...
hi my mine is jackie her tounge is a midas, but a midas of fire, everything it touches is set ablaze with want. i am your silver path...
follow follow...
.touch the ivory border. softly. exquisite ice patterns. so fragile. cold. opaque. touch it. watch it melt beneath your fingertips. caress it. form a heart-shaped window...
...
now tell me what you see. violetxxx She burped and danced gingerly. and banged your mom like a salvation army drum your fingers run like elfin rain, drunken across my spine feverish; not just now but always. tie your hands around my face, hold on tightly just in case I forget you're there and let you fall...
p and she froze but did not shriek as she felt the long fingers grope and scratch her ass hard, she liked it so much Not long ago, but far away, a rainy winter's day. All her pain, she kept inside. Could no longer hide. No cry for help, she killed herself. Both life and love, could not be saved. She took them both, to the grave. A pair of souls, come undone. Where were two, now one. Divided by, this wall of death, I will join you yet. With my blood, I'll find your love. You found the strength, to end your life. And as you did, so shall I. Oh No! Please don't go! It's like a death, a death, a death in the family. (courtesy of our lord, Petrus T. Steele, quoted by Jessie) today the page was torn and the harsh april rain fell amidst the pure, unread words, coalescing with the stolen tears that also fell; helplessly trying to splinter the painful words she knew she'd have to read.. "so I locked myself within you, but you still discarded me and my love for you, though tainted and twisted was all that was offered to you, thrown at you even so you could have taken it, at least tried it, were you not even tempted? I'm sorry for loving you, for wanting you, I'm sorry for needing to know you and kiss you, I'm sorry for wishing and dreaming but that's all I wanted from you a wish and a dream but you somehow managed to break into my sleep and kill the dream. I've had my wish, I wasted it on you remember? You are that empty emotion...
." yay! Hooray! Lezz be gay! Bow to Angelina, Bow to Drew, Bow to Rose, and Rebecca too. Don't be a dud with a stick in the mud. Stand up and fight with all your might and we will win this afternoon! Woo! I wish I had a real excuse to cry, no more selfish tears or stolen fears, just pure despair. But if I'm truthful, I have nothing to cry about, and that is the very thing that makes me cry; the fact that I do not know why I waste my tear drops on empty emotions...
in the beginning, there was calm. calm sky, calm dust. however, by the end, even the dust had attitude. such was the effect she had. She was so happy, and just in her dream world. She acted as if she was a Princess. And so loyal. words like flame, like breath, daggered phrases blasted staccato pointedly from my fingers through the keys, through space, to rest unread in this endless string of song, of prose, of dreams. catalyst? everyone loves one, especially Depression. she lives for a good catalyst to make her strong. to make me weak. The translucent glass sphere shatters in my hands, cracks spreading like rapid growing tree roots, I am left with the delicate shards. the sky melted and the sea churned...
her body floating helplessly against nature's rage. the moon looked at her with lust in its frost heart, waiting, pulling her with its tidal siren song. the sun drew its fiery breath along her neck like a lover's fevered touch. she hung in the balance, suspended on indecision, paused, poised...
.will she ever wake up? lt;!-- friday, february 15, 2002 11:27 pm --gt; i didn't know a kiss like that could also brickwall me into my defenses. flying blindly, i tripped over her delight and into her cursed web of sweetness. shivering and not at all at ease, i slipped into her warm wishing well eyes and kissed free will goodnight. lt;!-- friday, february 15, 2002 8:11 pm --gt; Silver tears/ Sapphire skies/ Tainted dreams/ Muted cries/ Seraphic love/ Twisted art/ Delicate hurt/ Tortured heart/ Velvet hands/ Moonwhite thighs/ Angels caress/ below raven skies/ dark flowers bloom/ rose petals wither/ the gifted bleed/ the fallen shiver. Violetxxx And they just kept running and running so the beast would not catch up The girl glanced around the room with terror. The darkness hid the exit from view. She felt around the walls, looking for an escape route, but her hands soon felt something wet. She yelped with surprise as she smelled the scent of blood coming from her dampened hand...
I threw my soul into the air that hung between us/ watching her catch it gently, breathing thoughts I could never have imagined over it, ethereal trails of dreams mixed with the nightmares of her word...
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she said no...
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To really see what is happening, open not your eyes, but your mind. and then they woke up and it was all a dream her eyes shone clearer than any star She stood at the waterfall, naked, water dripping from her gorgeous body. She ran her fingers through her short hair, and then ran them down her soft body. Her nipples stood with delight under her fingers. She waited, waited for her lover to come. She then saw a rainbow develop over the horizon, full, bright with colors. Her lover then appeared thorugh the rainbow, full and naked, with long blonde hair. Naked as well, she went towards her, and reached out her arms. They embraced, two lovers, two women, surrounded with sapphic love. and once again they lay together, just for a moment, a small eternity in which they could feel complete trust and compassion, complete assurance that they felt as one, then the morning sun melted away the stars and they drew apart, distanced, gone. Shattered and broken Catherine i wish i wasn't so distant...
in the desolate shade of ebony stars/i close my eyes; i count my scars/in blade-laced stare at stained reflection/i taste the hurt of imperfection...
i am so imperfect...
so very imperfect...
an isolated jewel...
my purpose is to be observed from a distance and admired.. screaming into nothing. Love at first sight. Like a cat, you made your way to me, slowly and seductively caressing yourself against me. You make me purr, enveloped in your soft velour velvety skin. Tender paws concealing brutal nails that will hurt me if so desired. Pleasure concealing pain. Streaks of blood running down my arm, my back and part of my thigh. Face covered with kisses, hot saliva from your erotic tongue, and tears that leave paths of sadness behind. Your stare is burning my skin. *Shirin* ebony roses dripping with blood and tears/ pain falling into the darkness, into forever...
...
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time eases with each breath the tears pour from thy eyes as i turned away without an goodbye. the pain tore at my heart ,that our love will never be fullfilled as it should. She was like Venus stepping out of her seashell in the painting of Botticcelli. Absolutely breath-taking! i love you let me go down on you.. it could be worse...
somehow...
i hate the pastel souls.. it's an anger fused with pity, for they can never taste the intensity...
sitting...
doing nothing...
So I just stood there, not crying, not cracking, just still, like a frame, like a poster girl of loss. The ache within me deepened. I spun on a dime and crawled my way home. A lonely lady searching for that one love she never found is at last finding what she has been looking for. It was better than she ever possibly imagined. This was more than she could stand, her chest ready to burst open and reveal everything she tried so hard to shield the world from. She pulled at her hair, hit herself, screamed and cried, but all in vain. the heart patters with every breath that is taken. oh, why is life this way! the moments of bliss passing by so quickly. so when she says she is going to be cool with me going out with my friends, she wants me to have fun, get trashed, party with my friends. and then if i am hesitant, she gets upset because she says i don't go out enough, and says we're always together. so then i decide to go out and then she's pissed because she didn't want to have to come pick me up because i was loaded. this is my love for you gone comic i love to be hated by you i won't tell you for fear that you'll stop, you know i liked it best on top. I am invisible/ fading into the background...
falling, turning/ disappearing into the depths of something {not life, just existence} struggling to compete/ failing. Angels scald my face, falling from my eyes, twirling/turning...
dying...
I want to join the stars...
Angelica xx if pain was embodied; Her spectral hands - pale fingertips threading through my long hair, clasping strands and pulling my head backward - a sharp intake of breath. those sugared fingertips retreat, brushing my lips, tenderly, stroking my neck, tracing hearts across my waist [I'm held in rapture] until finally they disappear into the shade. [my skin burns] her eyes bleed, yet my back is turned; she is dying - flushed cheeks, shining eyes, her warm breath scolds the back of my neck, her fingertips leave dull carmine burns - streaks, smudges, shapes [alluring agony]. She tastes delicious - a strawberry sting - her tongue flickers. licks...
like a flame. a crimson flame...
her fingernails drawing dark blood in streams as she scratches my beating heart. and tastes the ruby liquid.[vivid addiction, complete transfixion] I inhale, drinking in the scarlet glow, her scarlet aura, sparkling like sherbet...
and fall backwards onto her bed of red rose petals and bloodstained thorns. the thorns tangle in my hair and the petals stick to my skin...
she covers me...
i cannot breathe. the heat melts the fragile ice resistance and I surrender to her once more...
she is in my veins. .tomorrow the bruises will show. violetxxx death/love...
which is more painful? If you lose your life you will never know, but if you lose love it will hurt for eternity...
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and then the ship was soaked in kerosene and the menacing hand lit the match and watched as the ship became a towering column of flame and drifted down into the depths of the deep sea...
Blanketed in stars I wait for you/ pain echoing into the distance as I fade into the ebony satin of eternity...
and the pain pulsed like the blooming light emitting from an angel's wings, all preternatural and ethereal...
her eyes were hazel, her hair flaxen and curly...
her skin was the perfect smoothness, unbroken and soft to touch and it ached for one to caress it's velvety softness...
a newborn butterfly, was my love and she wasn't meant to be mine. pain slamming into my heart/ sealing it in ice {too deep to melt} and hiding me from life and love. I am falling into the raven night, slipping away from everything I know {but I have already lost it} satin wind screaming through me, scattering my dreams and grinding my hopes into an invisible dust, whirling and turning through the air/ ethereal trails bloom and fade in the ebony sky, turning it crimson for a moment {the colour of blood, fragile and poisoned} then returning without warning. I scream in undying emotion that courses through me like stars. Spilling my roses and life on the floor in a path of velvet softness, I follow it, supported by angels who carry me upwards, away from the pain, the hurt...
and my muse. And though I burn for you, you cannot see me/ I am a whisper you cannot hear/ a celestial light burning {but hidden}...
you have hurt me more than life, love...
anything and everything/ but I forgive you and I will wait in the shadows where my tears are hidden and you cannot see the scars. Wait for you...
till the break of dawn love it Cascades of white petals fall, casting an ivory glow merged with sapphire's cold touch - a rare and unstained purity, it burns my eyes. Ice crystals bloom, breathtakingly beautiful, splintered by the careless footfall of mortal souls. I watched the bright flame - how it twisted for me - almost as if it stole a sliver of my intensity with each mesmerising flicker, until my love began to freeze. A layer of glittering frost formed - unbroken - around my heart. Sweet distant voices distort, smothered by a snowstorm. Fingertips caress the ice yet the skin burns just the same. The snow crystals are more beautiful than any smile could be - cold and beautiful and emotionless. Silence is more beautiful than any song could be - cold and beautiful and emotionless. Frozen petals gather in swirls, merging and melting into each other, forming delicate creatures. Countless snow angels narrow their pale azure eyes and gaze out from under frost-blue eyelashes. Delicate beauty somehow enhanced by their distant and icy stares. Soft shimmering of silken silver dresses edged with lace, hair falling in pale ivory streams across slender arms. The angels encircle and draw closer, fascinated by the warmth of my aura - so different from every frozen entity in their icy realm. The most beautiful angel has poison in her eyes as she presses cold fingertips against my blue veins, envisioning warm crimson rivers. My heartbeat echoes in the air. Droplets of blood rest upon my lips, and she tastes them with her tongue, before pressing her lips to mine and wrapping her pale arms around me. The heat intoxicates her, and turns her frozen soul mortal. When my eyes open, I see her skin is not ice white but pink and glowing, and her eyes are wide and of a deeper, more intense sapphire. We smile. Fragile wrists glide over the jagged transparency of glassy slivers, as the other angels try in vain to draw scarlet blood. They scratch each other, but the warmth of my angel and I melts their clawing hands, and shrieking they flee, dissolving once more into the snowstorm...
violet (cold)xxx I lovethis lying to me...
.. I turned, wishing things could be as they should...
..instead, angels flew and caressed her face, whispering across it {with a touch of silk}, and I remained as ever, a celestial vision/ hidden from view...
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afraid and alone. I turned, wishing things could be as they should...
. instead the angels flew and caressed her face, whispering across her skin in ethereal beauty...
.. I remained as ever, a celestial vision...
..invisible and alone. andshetoldmetoleave. With her hands wrapped in barbed wire she caresses the velvet purity she once deserted. Never again innocent. The trap door is closed. She will never slide down to those unfathomable depths - our black holes of despair...
bottomless. If only she knew...
and then there was nothing, like a rush beneath silence...
born again freedom runs through my veins like ice...
severed veins.. I cried as she turned away, knowing that I was what she needed, not that girl who didn't look beyond her eyes...
to see that beauty and not hold it or feel the intensity returned made me doubt ny existence as beyond her I could see nothing...
.. And I hate her. I hate her because I loved her and now I don't - so I just hate her. I hate her because she won't acknowledge my existence. And I hate her because she's the one who hurt me and now she's doing it again. I wonder if it's something I did. I told her yesterday, the *other* one that if she wanted her she could have her. Because I hate hernow, more than ever before. But everyday reminds me of her, I loved her, do you understand? I really did love herand all that's left is hate. *That* is what's wrong with this world. I can feel the sexual power I have over you. When I open my mouth to speak I know the words I say make you tremble at the knees. Your girlishness turns all my female senses on. But I KNOW how badly you want to do me. Even though I don't want you. I enjoy the INTENSE POWER I receive from making you so hot you can't hardly move. But then I could open my mouth and I tell you "I want you now, take me all the way". But that ruins the game doesn't it? I looked all around me, lost, confused and hopeless...
I could feel my young senses shatter to pieces - I was a slave to agony! And suddenly she appeared...
like a perfect angel coming to save me and guide me forever...
..I fell in love with her at first sight, instantly, not caring what anybody thought. Then I discovered the love only a woman could offer and I was truly happy in years. while i was flying on my spirit wings, i think i saw you walking over the iced fog hills, and the wind carried me towards you and i called your name. did you hear? because on my spirit wings even you cannot hide from me. ~black rose~ .. and a bead of blood appeared on her cool white skin...
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I think that when she looks at me I'm going to cry, because she's so close but out of reach...
mmmmm grace and then i Kissed her brains out with cottoncandy on a stick Opening my veins to release the broken dreams and the pain...
.I feel nothing but love for him...
"Silence fills me...
consuming my soul and tearing at my heart with every breath she takes without me. But although I love her she cannot be mine/ she loves her and i see it every day/ with angels screaming in my mind and clawing at my memories [shredding their fragile secrets like silk] She has the most intense eyes that break away the shell i am trapped in/ her satin skin whispers across mine like dawn breaking through a cold night. i weep at the intensity as her eyes caress the curves of my face/ breaking my heart into a shattered memory of the stone it was [never again]. My life has changed irrevocably." influences me...
inspires me...
yet she never talks to me, recognises me.. to immersed in her own thought though I hear and listen closely to her every butterfly breath.. obsessed...
#2* I have two new friends who understand me to the core/ Lucy/ Grace/ thankyou for this amazing gift of friendship you have given me, without which I would be in the company of the stars...
. Angela She stared at me/ her hands weaving magic through my hair as angels sung and my life pooled in her eyes. The wind screamed over the cliff top carrying the whispers of hidden depths with it [never to be returned though i may dream of it] as perfect love slit through my heart, opening it [releasing my dreams]. A soft intensity i could only hint at to her made tears spill from my eyes, tracking down my face through passages of time. In an instant my soul was filled and united with hers. Trusting each other we brought the glinting blades forward in practised union/ our rivers in harmony/ showering the grass with pain as we held each other [a bond so beautiful it made me cry] as we lept into the trusting infinity stretched before us. We never hit the ground but fell deeper into each other...
.. "Alone at last, we curled together on the bed in the dark. The fire alarm screamed its drunken vibrato as I stroked her thighs, slowly, my fingertips lightly grazing her skin from knees to hips and back again, following the rhythmic wail of the alarm. She bent closer to me, soft breasts crushed against me. We curled together beneath the blankets, our hands entwining, her fingers moving in and out of my cupped palms. I twirled her hair between my fingers, kissing the ends, longing to drown beneath its waves. Her hair was cool against my skin. The back of her neck smelled of autumn leaves...
" (from Snow Angels, by Lake Rain Vajra) *sighs..* i love snow angels...
. I'll walk this life, this death in pure wonderment of the love we have. I've got a bike, you can ride it if you like. It has a basket, a bell that rings, and things to make it look good. I'd give it to your if I could, but I borrowed it. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world, I'll give you anything, everything if you want things. Cheers SB Your antagonistic smile; Intensifies your painful eyes. Desperate shadows of your gaze, I sometimes recognise.. Obscuring all my tainted anger, Dispersing all that I despise. Breaking the code, Your cynical curse. An underlying meaning To all your violent words. The evasive truth, You trailed through bitter hate. Those disregarded facts. You just forgot, Failed to state. Disillusioned by your fear. Shameful. On which your hatred's fuelled. My unrequited love, Your undisputed rules. she's gonna crash and burn. all cause of sarah, only sarah. she's obsessed. she needs to see sarah, she's addicted to sarah. does sarah feel the same way? will sarah shun her for her feelings, or will sarah welcome them? she needs sarah, before she disappears. addiction...
to the purple and the pain and the beauty, that runs like graces through the veins...
...
The late summer breeze, sultry and deep, warms us as we sit together in the shadows of the forest. Through openings in dark leaves the golden glow is dimming, yet bathes the ground in pools of soft light. Outstretching her arms she immerses her wrists in a glowing waterfall, and my gaze caresses her with infinite obsession. Although she does not mirror my intense and dreamlike love for her, there is a cord that runs from her heart to mine - So sleepy from the lull of silence all around us, I lie back onto the dark velvet drapes, studying glimpses of a misted sapphire ceiling as yet unembroidered with glittering stars, and with her pale arms around me, my eyes begin to close. I awake - a darkened sky, stained by midnight's kiss, a thousand stars to smile upon. She is sleeping, I lie still in her arms whilst she dreams. I imagine our faded ghost-like figures dancing beneath the bright moon, a celestial light. A carpet of ebony rose petals and blood-stained thorns. Glass raindroplets fall, shatter, and embed within her dark curls - silver slivers lacerating my fingertips. She draws closer, lifting her wrists to unveil fresh scars and dark violet bruises, the shadows around her eyes. Her black satin dress is torn, gashes in the skirt and a long slit along the left side of her waist, exposing the rich purple lining and her soft pale skin. Taking her hand I guide her into the shade, and I feed her black cherries, dark chocolate hearts - violetxxx i have been crying, fragments of this bitter mirror burn my painful eyes especially to hole yes.. violet likes to pole dance...
frustration I opened her heart to view a black light that shone through me and lit the entire room. her lips barely moved and I heard her sigh, "to love". and suddenly from her back burst ebony ethereal wings and the light enveloped us both and she disappeared. I was left with a single inky feather, to remember her by. ~black rose~ violet is a pretty pole dancer...
. and it being finally night, they unpacked their ratty purple suitcase, brushed all the knotts out of their dyed black hair, applied black lipstick to kissey faces in the mirror, then ran out the door ready to face the night. and...
I held my hands like lucy...
the magical hands...
transparent wrists.. and all she had was a black hole for a heart and the pain that breathed through her like wind in the trees when you were born, the angels breathed into you life and spirit stronger than any other. you were meant to accomplish great things, because you have wings on your feet. the angels gave you that, and a blessing that shines like a silver kiss on your forehead. do you hear the song of the wind? ...
I saw you looking at her...
and I knew.. you were her or I'll lie here forever on my checkerboard floor - Her dreams glowed brightly in my drowning eyes, Sharp, Like daggers slicing through this shadowy interlude of the sky - Still afraid to submit to her Silent requests Still just winking at her sweetness Still not her magic closing both eyes.. Listening to her magic In an enigmatic eclipse Still I drift - She should take these thoughts "Take everything" strip me of my purpose.. my mirrored mind let me fall.. please. Or I'll lie here forever on my checkerboard floor. pip xxxxxxxx today smells of sweet blackcurrant tea.. Inside, where its warm, wrap myself in you ...
ouside, where i'm torn, fight myself in two. stormy ...
pippa writes beautiful words...
sometimes its like dipping my hands into pools of glass shards "silver slivers from our magic mirrors", lifting a handful, allowing entities to slip through my fingers with a sweet sting...
gazing into them...
thoughts of beauty and pain reflecting back at me...
angelica/violet xxx and the sky was all violet...
I never ended my story...
impossibilities...
opportunities..raging in the scarlet sky...
too many, too little words to tell the way it happened that night...
opportunities...
impossibilities...
.I never ended my story.. *sigh* and the sky was made of amythest...
my once velvet lips crack my once velvet lips crack *sigh* he was standing in the doorway and looking out of the window, to the sea skin, skin, skin she is so innocent somehow - she rests upon a soft satin duvet, her hands glide over the ebony folds, tracing swirls with exquisite talons of midnight - mirroring her thoughts as they circle and fold - trapped within her mind. She wears the clouded midnight sky upon her form, she wears a dusky shadow of pain. Through the darkness that surrounds her eyes (cerulean spheres glowing luminous...
cobalt flashes of pale lightning) her eyelashes flutter upwards and she gazes upon the gathering of glow in the dark stars - . and faded images - painful memories - appear to fill the air.. so real - she extends a pale arm to shatter them - her veiled mirrors draped in black silk, shrouding her pale glowing eyes - her voice is low and shaded as she whispers - . {And I am not here} not here to watch her tears fall like winter raindrops, they freeze in flight and shatter on the cold floor...
her heart beat - .. - angelicaxxx and I will pluck out your ebony ice eyes so I can see through your soul and dream as you dream. kiss me and kill me with your breathless words...
. pipxx i don't trust myself not to let myself drown...
i shake, though this time I'm immune to cold...
just flood the wounds with helpless tears...
ruthless...
.that intoxicate my melted frozen fears...
the ice patterns that illustrate my soul...
and freshen the scars I so perfectly hid.. and she continues to strangle me so I tug on her black tear locket.. that drips effortlessly from her neck but it does not snap...
I knew it wouldn't...
#2* hmm...
today I fell in love with a girl I didn't know. Oops! I did it again!! There was once an arrogant and conceited girl who thought she was perfect in her looks and all that she does. Everyday she would look into the mirror and say to herself ' Oh, I'm so beautiful I don't think that any beautiful women can be compared to me!' Just then there was a knock on her door. She went to open the door, but there was no one. Strange as it seems, but the arrogant woan was surprise to find a note on the floor. On the note it reads " one that cannot understand the true meaning of beauty" sleeping beauty, dreaming on a bed of ebony roses, i shred the petals into charcoal stardust. perfumed poisoned wine dripping from a chalice. let me sleep in your arms and never wake up. the art galleries of paris and their visitors - soft dark coats and mulled wine curls flowing.. And her feet dangled over the side of the cliff, bare toes brushing rough dirt. A cool breeze stirred her hair and the stars glittered in her dark eyes. "You don't want to do this." "Yes I do." "Why?" "Because the world isn't ready for me yet." tears of wine fall from her wrists scarlet/sacred words from her soft pink lips angelicaxxx sing for me and I'll surrender to you and you're contradictive dreams...
and one day...
i went to button moon...
.and saw mr spoon and mrs spoon glass fragments, from a shattered ice angel turning point so smile and forgive yourself ..and still I continue to drag myself along, through the scorning scarlet flames "beware" they scream but as always I betray them and blindly stumble on "you think she ignores what she is blind to?" no she knows, I know that I lie, that I smile through dishonesty...
to reap the now distant illusions I was promised...
they promised me...
all of them...
and of course, I believed them...
and now, even when I can see beyond the lies, deceit.. I still find myself trusting them.. because that's easiest isn't it? easier than challenging, easier than peace of mind...
so much easier to be blind...
#2* hell there soft pink lips curving upwards into a beautiful smile.. her voice is low and shaded.. the pain in her blue eyes momentarily eclipsed by a different glow.. and she smiles at me again...
and i smile too...
longing to kiss her lips, feel her form crushed against me...
but i look away, directing my gaze, my thoughts, at the smooth ice pools on the cold pavement.. my veins slowly freeze...
yet her touch could dispel the blackness of sweet ebony's shadow...
. obliterate the fragile ivory border of icy torment...
. make me forget.. forget what i cannot possess...
and her eyes would cast pale light to guide me beyond ebony's inky shadow.. a shadow in which i am dying.. gently...
drowning in golden half-light...
. her eyes seem to swim with color - changing and merging waterfalls...
. liquid gold droplets fall across my skin.. burning...
searing...
ebony's agonizing aura...
. i must fight.. the eyes...
they change...
in dreams they flit between golden and water...
. oh the pain of waking...
love's twisted form echoing in swirls that dance in the air...
i watch ebony's shadow merge with mine, flickering by candlelight.. dark stars trapped in a maze of clock chimes and crimson hearts...
and i love her too much to save myself.. it hurts to look at stars so bright ...
and my eyes flick up.. ebony's shadow is dimmed by cerulean shimmer...
water stares into me.. she asks me why my eyes look poetic.. and the darkness surrounds us...
. "stars hide your fires...
"...
and i watch her melt away...
if only she would stay...
"...
.. i will taste her blood...
her tears...
memorize her heartbeat...
as requested i looked out at the sky - it was as unfathomable as the deepest secrets smoldering under an opaque, ebony shroud of confusion. it was clouded, impenetrable, reclusive, sullen...
...
Forgive me for dwelling so long under the ebony stars, I cannot sleep for tears, and their light burns from above, burns through the cool glass of my window, and covers me in shadow - - If beauty were embodied with a form - she would take yours - .once she had gazed upon you, and studied your intricate soul, she would be incapable of discovering another she thought worthy . a fool talks, a wise man speaks the beauty lies behind her...
beneath the ambiguous sky.. she shields it's dishonesty taints it with her truth...
because behind her the beauty lies- #2* madeleine is a purrfect fluffaluff there was a green dragon eating macaroni and cheese on her front porch she knew she would regret the pain that she caused...
but she still hurt him anyway...
and the never ending story, appeared not to have an end And so it came to pass that I got Salma Hayek pregnant and abandoned her to the wilds of the Hollywood studio system just because I felt like going to Paris alone in search of Audrey Tautou, the star of the hit French film Amelie. For her and all her work For her and all her work Whenever I look at you I can see the envy in your Eyes. You wish you were me I can tell, but that can never be because you are to weak. You are the type of person that likes to follow and not lead. My world has twist and turns that you would never be able to keep up with. So take my advice and back up off of me before I lead you to a twist and turn you won't be able to find your way back from. lalala glitter whispers of my heart engraved in ice, soon to soften into shimmering pools...
.. would you forgive me love? I love this there once was a girl named trish. she liked to fill her anus with fish. her reflection in the wing mirror; appeared and dissolved with the tainted green light of the indicator.. indicating her journey to the start. #2* hey pippa And one day - . We will exist only as stars in the sky above, next to each other - silver sparks connecting us - surrounded by a circle of other stars, our assembled circle. Our beautifully tainted light shining down - on everything - and when the children of tomorrow gaze upon our star formation, I'd like to think that somehow they absorb a tiny part of the infinite light we create, just as perhaps we absorbed the light of millions of others before us. Our stars will never die, the energy is too powerful. If for a moment we grow weak, our influence on brilliant minds will reflect back and we will glow once more. In this current sphere of existence, only you could understand this shadow, yet I know the sphere will swell like a dying sun, and others will take their place in the circle. I believe you shall remain at the center. The future is a tale unwritten - . I can't grow the ebony rose trees on my own, we shall whisper to the curling tendrils as they wrap around our lives, sing to the petals and watch the words appear in the veins, fixate upon the opening of dark rose flowers in winter blossoms, press our fingertips against the sweet profusion of thorns, paint our lips crimson - fragments of mirror lay dispersed across the entity of the glass chamber, just like the snow queen's magic mirror, they are suspended in the icy air and we will breathe them in and cherish the sweet exhilaration of pain. Our fairyland, a world of no boundaries. We can both enter the world whenever we need to, our pen provides the portal. It will spill into reality some days and I won't want to part, and other days we may partially forget until a leaf falls or a tear forms - . the pattern of a falling star travelling across the midnight sky. I entrust the dagger to you inspiration, muse, blade, heart. And perhaps the fear will fade and I will learn to live again. angelica xxx we unite in pain...
and why does she insist on calling me 24/7 - I'm not interested but i love the way she kisses me. sometimes i just cannot stand to be around him - he's very annoying! yum hello lucy...
. , the sun is shining, but the absence of warmth betrays my senses and the bitter frost disables my mind...
#2* this is cool angelica; the dark haired girls that die in my dreams, they sing to me from beyond the glass, a chorus of tormented angels, trapped in mirror's oblivion - vast. one angel understands the path to this world, she follows it daily through coppiced thorn trees, collects the needles in her sapphire-silver purse, embeds them in my heart as i dream of her eyes. she looked up at the window, and she could not see out, the light was on and she could not see out, only the reflection of herself and the room and she could not see out, but she would not turn off the light so she could see out so she remained blind forever, innocent to the beauty, no tremor, no earthquake of wonder knocked her down, she would not turn off the light, to disperse the harsh reflections of her and the room, no she would not turn off the light. so she never saw the dark...
and therefore never saw the night.. if only she would turn off that damn light...
#2* and she got her revenge She loved him. she never loved her. She knew this. And hated him for it. Yet, that obscure love was there. I wonder if time exists...
i fed her sugar-dipped violets I love this black cherry kisses under a watching array of stars do do unending beauty i want to die now with you so rich...
and deep...
and...
rich this is cool lalalal softly softly sway slit slide. scream silently. surrender. sparkly sparkly glitter spark neverendingstory my head spins and screams She kissed the scars that ran down her face, like a melting corpse in the rain. "Why did you leave me?" "Because you left yourself." purple blue glittery starshine twinkle twinkle little star angelica; ...
I woke as midnight fell. Frosted panes of glass smooth against my fingertips, the cloak of night torn by rare beams of moonlight. My gaze rests upon the impenetrable darkness of the great wood that lies beyond the rim of my wild rose garden, unable to resist the allure of unfathomable shade. Time melts away as she enters the garden each night, through the tall archway long after darkness falls. I glimpsed her long ago in half formed dreams, submerged in the pale moonlight, tearing a deep crimson rose and clutching it, sheltering it, within her velvet grasp. Often she would wander through my subconscious, still cradling her stolen rose, her head lowered so that her face was always in shadow...
...
I follow her into the shadows, her aura glowing crimson. Elegant branches thread through her hair, mirroring infinite caresses. She ventures further into the shady realm, causing her hair to fall loose across her shoulders. Mesmerizing ebony swirls in which traces of amethyst and violet shimmer, framing her delicate features, strands of midnight falling across her beautiful eyes. Spheres burning amber hazel dusky golden velvet brown against winter pale skin. She strokes the blood rose against her throat. Lifting it higher to touch the silken petals against her cheek, a tiny thorn grazes the side of her white neck and a single droplet of vivid crimson liquid, that threads through her veins and into her beating heart, trickles, achingly slow. I trace it's path across her neck in one soft motion, fingertips icy against her warm skin, and kiss the graze - .. i want o let them all know i want to let them all watch i want to be openly sensuous and erotic...
.mmmmm maybe soon...
I walked in to the room and my eyes were widened when i saw her. A white ragged dress, scuffed high heels, and bright red lipstick, i felt like i couldn't breathe. I didn't want to breathe in fear that i would mess up. the little girl gazed through the shut window. She studied far distant figures as they spun and glided across the lake of ice. Her eye was drawn to a figure wearing a long blue scarf and matching gloves, the midnight curls falling across her shoulders, the graceful swirls of her path across the ice. and i told her that this love is not the story book kind of thing anymore, and i would rather if she just shut up and left me a lone she smiles and she frowns in turn, alternately elated and in despair at the thought of her weakness. the girl looks up at her, eyes bloodshot, pleading one last time for mercy...
knowing that her cries fall on deaf ears. she bleeds...
and her magik tears fell I plunge my probing fingers into your viscera. I feel your blood on my forearms, pumping out in time with your fading heartbeat. How I loved the sweet look of shock on your face when you realized you were going to die. You had no idea who I am. My secret self hidden behind my shy smiles and soft laughter. "when i dream about you, feels like its for real" This exquisite pain, ecstatic torture. How she wanted to kiss those lips, swallow him whole. Emerald eyes closed, reliving the agonizing dream of a love never met. sleeping in a bed of hurt, every breath painful, every heartbeat merges with hers.. somedays...
life is beautiful, truly. this is the end, again but it won't really. will it? neverending love the waves were different today...
sweeter...
. i've realized that we're all just as unique and beautiful as each other yet...
the silver box was buried under the orchard ground, in it we placed letters, words, photos and crimson ribbon.. crimson ribbon tied us together. En de smurfen lachten hartelijk!!! A liquid that stains like no other, purer than water and more perfect than stars made of gold melted and carefully poured over my sleeping form. A liquid that scratches every inch of exposed skin and soaks into me slowly, cherished hours of pain. I never swim in that ocean, I can't. I visualize myself immersed in the beautiful, eternal waves, a drowning Ophelia, yet visions are intangible and my thoughts trace a circular pattern, a pattern that twirls only in my mind. If the sun seems just out of reach, I am compelled to stretch further, and the closer I get, the hurt/ heat is strengthened, and I wonder if I'll ever nestle into the white hot flames. Impossibility haunts the air, but denial forms a cobwebbed enclosure leaving me gazing through holes - .I guess nothing can stop this - .. A liquid that stains like no other, purer than water and more perfect than stars made of gold melted and carefully poured over my sleeping form. A liquid that scratches every inch of exposed skin and soaks into me slowly, cherished hours of pain. I never swim in that ocean, I can't. I visualize myself immersed in the beautiful, eternal waves, a drowning Ophelia, yet visions are intangible and my thoughts trace a circular pattern, a pattern that twirls only in my mind. If the sun seems just out of reach, I am compelled to stretch further, and the closer I get, the hurt/ heat is strengthened, and I wonder if I'll ever nestle into the white hot flames. Impossibility haunts the air, but denial forms a cobwebbed enclosure leaving me gazing through holes - .I guess nothing can stop this - .. It was cold and she was scared to be alone. pictures of another time.. another world.. a world we created together...
. they hang on my wall and i can go back there, if only for a moment.. its enough.. and then i know, it was wrong all along. what is the name of the mother??? and thus my soul bled...
the words dripped from my veins...
i was trying to show my pain to the world but no one could see it. all i wanted was to be with you. why couldn't that have happened? why'd we have to be this way...
i love you. Hey wassup! this is Kayla Pember and I have something really important to say...
...
not really, I just have nothing else to do right now and I'm really really bored , so your probably getting tired of me talking, oh well, get over it. some may think that I am weird or annoying, but to tell you the truth, I'm just really really really, I mean so bored out of my mind , that I'm writing stuff and I don't even know what I'm talking about but now I'm done. my paragraph for the neverending story is done and I was walking down the street and I saw her standing there. she reached out to me but she couldn't reach my face. i knew that she loved me but she couldn't understand her own emotions. i wanted to walk to her and wrap her in my arms. to love her slowly and purely with all my heart. the greatest pain of my life was letting her go. And she laughed like no other. Kind of like the sound that wind chimes make after being torn by the wind on a particularly stormy day--crashing cymbals, surreal sounds echoing next to your window, illuminating the lightning. hello i don't know what the hell this is for but it's cool none the less soft touch of the leaves fluttering across my outstretched arms. at midnight they danced around the circle of candles The Holographic Universe has trapped me and beams me throughout the world. Dream a dream and what you see will be eee eee ee sex feels good and one day.. i knew...
. i would shatter the silence with truth. i pressed my fingertips against the hollow of my throat where the miniature rivers of tears crawled.. and she bent over and licked the blood off his balding, already cooling pate. The woman in black grimaced; evidentially any form of necrophilia, no matter how small, bothered her. She thought it was a little hypocritical of the woman to shudder at her actions when the woman had just taken out fifteen men with nothing but an ornamental cactus and a pair of chopsticks. Ah to cleverly type an allegory is like a lettuce sandwich R.I.P Shannon "Savannah" Wilsey My mama raised me betta...
um than uh.. sometimes i love him so much...
I'd shiver and imagine stabbing his perfection as he slept...
to see his blood spill and rain over my hands...
to taste what made him live and become beautiful as he flushed in anger or passionate happiness...
otherwise, I'd lay down beside his sleeping frame and listen to the trembling breath of slumber...
slow and sweet like his kiss...
his arms crossed on his chest...
pale and languid...
fingers so long and graceful...
they drew you in a haze of his embrace...
neurotic and ethereal...
take me from this place So what is this exactly??? I woke up this morning - and once again realized that i still loved her. The thought of being with her was so painful - but only because it would never happen. Remembering the way she smiles at me when I say something stupid...
the immense kindness she has imparted on me...
the love she's shown - but as a friend and not a lover. It hurts so much. harder! nothing more than wandering into the forever nothingness we call life. Nevermore, nevermore. But again, they dashed back and forth across the chasm, spitting sparks, ruffling feathers, scraping flesh. What next? Nevermore, nevermore. Like a sappy Poe tribute, nevermore. a love, eternity, why here, why now, why this, why not? fly me to the moon Let me count the sordid ways and secrets of the wicked. my eyes cry black tears. she pulled up her sleeve, exposing rows of red lines, covering the lower half of her arm. she stared down at the ground, feeling jo's eyes burning into her. "why?" what struck her most was that jo was sobbing. and with that, the wand of good faith swept in, and blew their minds. All of a sudden they all felt a great presence as one proclaimed "There's someone in my head, but it's not me" i need someone wow And I loved him with all my heart even though I knew we could never be together forever. tracing sapphire threads in our wrists with soft bladed fingertips and then i had a dream that you asked me if i was in love with you and i said no and you didn't believe me and i got so mad that i punched you in the face the blue veins threaded in the underside of her wrists.. the currents...
midnight Angelica; The room was still apart from the far left corner where she curled against the floor shivering. The frosted glass of the window above her enticed the rays of moonlight in to illuminate the scene, and their slanted beams touched every surface. Icy night air flooded in through open-flung transparent panes and sunk toward the floor, enveloping her shaking form. If she had turned to face the sky she would have sighed in delight at the crystal clear maze of stars. She would have searched for the brightest star and christened it. She would have gazed at the mystical moon for so long her eyes would mirror the wide glowing oval. Alone, yet scarcely lonely, she would have wondered if the sleepers across the world would ever envision anything so vivid. She would cry at the intensity of life and love and hurt and ache, and be in love with every painful second as it passed. She would wish never to die until her inspirations had ceased to breathe. And finally she would collapse into the other world where there are no borders, the unconscious, subconscious melodrama - sleep. As it was, her cheek nestled into the cold floor and her eyes watched the empty space where only she saw her visions enacted. A knife party - infinite blades danced and spun in the sparkling light until the pale gleam of the reflections blinded her momentarily. The imagined figures moved to the imaginary music and carved their secrets upon each other. She smiled. The ghost figures turned their heads towards her laughter and she rose from her soft bed of hurt and tiptoed across the floor, weaving through the crowd of shadows until she stood before the two central forms. She looked at her ghostly mirror image, saw her own moonlit hair fall in silver rivers and her own dark eyes staring back with fascination. The girl with an ebony cobwebbed gown caught her eye and extended a pale arm, offering a tiny dagger formerly hidden in her satin palm. For a moment there was complete silence, even her heart stilled as she knew one day she would sew the gown in twilight reverie, she would draw the girl in ebony by candlelight and tell her twisted faerystories in darkness. She took the cold blade into her own hands, cradling the treasure, caressing the sharp point, and spun around - her figure cutting patterns across the frosty air. On her twenty ninth spin she fell to the floor laughing and again laid her cheek to the ground - but this time it was not deathly cool - she felt a heartbeat in the floor, a heartbeat in the air. Deep red spirals of glittering fire appeared, initiating from the corners inward. The entire floor became a carpet of flame scarcely three inches high. She leapt to her feet and searched for the other figures yet only a handful remained. The girl in ebony was smiling down at her beautiful ornate gown as a rim of scarlet flames touched the first few inches, she was transfixed by her imminent fate as the wanton flames licked higher. Black smoke began to rise from the floor, she began to scream in pain, and suddenly I noticed my own dress was alight to the waist...
I just wanted to shield her from the flames, but then I realized I want to dance in the flames beside her...
"if i let u go i will never know what my life would be holding u close to me" spike eternity runs rampant with the ravings of the mad I had sex one day acilegna whispered; "tortured angels twirl in burnished silver pearls Pale cerulean spheres gaze upon my crimson heart Brilliant scarlet droplets tainted with blue fire She wears the clouded midnight sky upon her form Soft cherry lips inflame depraved desire" the allure of her.. I guess maybe i want someone to bring me pain, lets see who can bring most pain - it entices me like a child to candy - her - . so close, so close and yet never overstepping the boundaries completely.. just - pushing them.. further and further - until.. she held me like she was afraid of me leaving with the wind...
crimson glow and lilly the green love never ending I live to be deep inside of you I'm all yours and all of a sudden we are grasping gasping in this together-colored instant...
. loving you and missing you terribly for 5 years. before you disappeared you said you loved me too much and since I couldn't leave me husband, you had to go. God, I wish we had kissed each other at least once. the way you touched me in my car by the beach that one afternoon brought me so close to coming...
..and it took everything in me to pull away from you. love me like I love you living with you is a slow painful torture She has my heart in the palm of her hand but is it worth breaking. "I have no one.""You have me.""Now I do." And the stars fell to the earth and the angels cried as the blades sliced through their delicate wings. In the killing fields where only satan's angels roam. be clean I feel as the dawn it fades to grey soft flecked gold shaped into windowpanes that lined the halls of a million mile cathedral, rose window glowing like the sun, and she followed the trace of angel wings swooping through the open air into the monastery darkness...
the carved faces of old wooden buddha stood solid and still in the half-light of a star-twinkling whirlpool of darkness right in the middle of the pews...
and light that glowed purple and black swirled in her open arms...
depth upon depth of being washed through her, swam into the living core of her, until she was no more than essence flooding through a living plane of light and love and peaceful harmony...
then all of life belonged and was each person was made of the same breathing essence as herself the glow of a hand, the soft touch of a kiss, upon her stale lips was the dream of Ida, yet no man would touch her lumpy, greenish, obscene flesh because she was as beautiful as a wart on a baboon's ass...
so she listened to the cure and dreamt of suicide, and let the world take her down into the misguided wretchedness of self-loathing...
then she grew up and got a life...
and she never became a swan, but she learned to walk in the streets alone in the clothes that she went out and...
chose...
for...
herself...
. rocha rocha rocha. eye are you hollow like a lovely snowy night on angels wings boredom, boredom, emptiness, god it sucks when you are away from your friends and alone. I don't know what I want, I am so confused. I have feelings that i wish I didn't. I walk through a world of gorgeous flowers and glittering people, people who shine brighter than I can ever hope too. I swim through an ocean of fear and distrust. I hope. I have dreams and I only hope that I have the strength to fulfill them, to be happy. I think that maybe soon I will make it to the other side of the sparkling sometimes dark and bleak ocean, I will make it to the other side and come out shinning. I hope. Why doesn't she listen. and as the glittering sea shines in her eyes I thee part from thou into a sea deep within my own. Blue with excellency, wild with fear and the stench of rotten thoughts are breathed deep within the long pointed noise of the enchanted bewitched and beatitude evening. I hate him so much I love him. I will love you for an eternity and far beyond the reaches of death. i hate her eyes they watch and follow and stare. i don't like it but i can't get out easily as she reads the songs to me. i dream of kings i dream of queens i dream of night and love unseen. so i took the blade i took the blade i took the blade i had to. it's like a kiss run your fingers through my hair, make love to the person i should be. she glitters and sings to a song all her own Her angels hold her deepest secrets, protect her from her very own soul. i collected the tears in a silver cup and poured them into the ice cold lake we have a limo with a sunroof, so we can stick our heads through. life is cool like that, It will rain down the moon drops she cries, the feathers will scatter, her heart will scar. The sun will burn and sear the blood from her wounds and angel will fall broken, to the ground. I'll be whoever you want me to be, mold me into the angel you wished I was. I will never cry on the outside, although I'm screaming on the inside. Tell me if I'm alive, cut me, bruise me, so I know I live. i love you i love you i love you. don't go. just stay. forever. She stared into the fog, hating the way it moved and shifted. The way it changed everything and obscured her view. The way she couldn't be sure if she was in a dream or wide awake. She touched her cheek as a tear rolled down to meet her shaking finger. If only she could see the stars. "i just don't care anymore," she said. "i just can't." i wanted to shout "i know i how you feel, now come back!" but instead i looked down and listened to the sound of her footsteps as she walked away. and that was the summer of my junior year. Yes, yes, yes want some anonymous advice? close your eyes and concentrate on disappearing. nobody wants to see your face, your scars...
you are a disgrace, child. cover your wounds. her living corpse, thin, close to transparency, like washing strung out on the line...
her muscles ached, her feet throbbed, although her weight was little. filled with doubt, she switched off her mind. eyes milky, clouded amp; rotten in their sockets, disused through her utter disgust for appearance. feeling so inadequate, although her beauty was there...
but you had to see it upside down, inside out. you didn't need to look with your eyes at her...
words don't break bones, but they do break hearts The colours in the sky were impossible to describe according to the patterns of conventional science. And then I drank a glass of wine. and she kissed the blade. I saw her last night, she ran across the glass floor and as she held her she held my gaze. she swims in an ocean of glass and a thousand cuts sing wine across her skin. i always knew she was lying. I just never cared to die. He left his boyfriend. He didn't think that he will ever have the heart to do it. But he did. And then there was a star that shined so brightly. It was a pregnant being of light, and out from its fiery loins shot a child of ethereal knowledge. She would someday become the Wise Woman of the Land. She holds the answers to the plaguing questions of my ass. michaela loved me, she told me that she loved me, and I believed her...
believed her as i always believed her and i kept on believing her until the day she killed me. i want to suck the sweet nectar from your little pink pucker And the scarlet being was never seen again, though many speculated it was still stirring up trouble. Then Phoebe put Gia into the VCR. She had watched it a thousand times but just couldn't get enough of Angelina Jolie. The credits roll and she realizes that she had fallen asleep. She turns over and Angelina Jolie is laying next to her...
naked. her hobbies consist of drinking burnt champagne, abducting space aliens and running them over with her car, highwaymen, synchronicity, talking sotto voce, and being insouciant to the point of madness...
the purple turtle sat on the edge of the mountain and sang about how she loves and misses the pink frog. somber mood, delicate hand, childish eyes and freckles the slow wind plays a secret tune in the eyes of the swan the breaths jarred awake, seeing repose in the lilies the fallen moon, the fallen moon, the breaths of wine and taste of honey the soft moment of feeling, the soft meandering of life the walk...
she waited with honey in her arms, with candles in her heart with light that shone upon the dearest smile and bled in tears the name of love and walked in shadows the softness of her heart, the sweetness of her mind, the charity of her love with candles burning, burning, burning, forever, ever, and ever she was the secret of life...
she was the secret of hope...
she was the secret of heart and mind and eternity...
she was the rain, falling in the meadows and on the heads of lovers...
she was the breaths of hearts in torment and the lying in the grasses of moonlight...
she was the fire of creativity that sprayed itself forward and flung itself into the dusty heart of despair...
eternity, eternity, the end of night...
the end of the shallow drowned...
the end of the night...
the end of the shallow drowned...
the end of the tears and the kisses...
pushing out before sleep...
swimming, swimming, the shallow drowned...
the strangest twist...
upon your lips...
and we...
shall be...
together...
She mad me wet with a brush of her lips upon mine. i do well at communicating through words online like this, in real time, i am hoping there is a way that i might be able to incorporate that into my sales career so i can get more business and make more $--jeff; umass amherst '01 and then they all sang. because what else COULD they do? i've got hundreds of coupons lying on my desk, but they've all been used, wasted one time uses, like condoms. i didn't even get to use them and feel the plum satisfaction of saving. does that mean other people are more resourceful then me? do they wear smart suits in dark colors and have ambition, a goal that they are striving for? they already have the coupon book and have arranged the coupons that they will use by the date they will use them. a woman named jennifer who goes to the gym five days a week presents her coupons almost smugly, imperceptibly pointing out her savings to the people behind her. doesn't jennifer realize that the coupon is just a hassle to the cashier she's giving it too? it occurs to me that i do not have enough time to think about coupons, because i am ambitious and i have a goal to strive for. marcie never knew why she was so militant about these things...
it was such a little thing, really, but she simply could not let it go. and who knew? who cared? she didn't. he didn't. or she never knew if he did because he was lost before she could ask him. I woke with a start, and realized that I'd been daydreaming for quite some time. Mrs. Haberdash was standing over me, her pointer on my desk, and I knew I was in for it now. and she screams/ if only we could fly towards the second star to the right, and straight on till morning to escape the set fate of time. Her voice felt like an angel cupping my face in her hands and pressing a soft kiss to my mouth. the cat chased mice like it was expected to. after the clock lost it's life-giving batteries, it paused...
only to start again as soon as the stopped time is noticed. watch it. for a moment you can feel completely alone. he told me he loved me but it was only a joke to him. i cried myself to sleep that night. fingered me so slow I came again and again till I felt my skin catch fire and my head explode. Naked and exposed, she shivered in the ice coldness of her chamber. the darkness shrank away eerily from the dancing flames of the candles. who knew what lay ahead in the dank halls of this ancient castle. what unknown secrets and treasures. she danced wildly, with frenzied innocence, down the halls and her laughter echoed off the alabaster skin of frescoes that graced the high ceilings. spiders and winged beings watched in glittery shimmery curiosity and the wind sighed softly in her hair. she dropped to the depths below the ground floor into the forgotten wine cellars and blew red wine kisses to the cobwebbed dripping walls and sighed without contempt of this freakishly wicked freedom. she brushed her fingers between my legs hmm once upon a time Now that it's been lost, now that she's gone, loneliness wrings my neck and I gasp for air because I know the colors will be less emotional, the emotions less colorful, and the vividness of life will be drained until all I see is the desolate plain that will ultimately be my undoing. So warped the mind does become when you near the end that all the celestial bodies mesh into one holographic rainbow that will surely run through you and offer comfort as your last breaths halt and deepen and then are no more. In a silent explosion, a blast of all I was, I move through, above, and beyond this life into evermore. glowing metallic glitter wings fluttering in your ear how could this end? this surging ebb and flow of this feeling when my eyes gaze upon the slumbering form of my lover. her eyes closed in cherubic wonder and her lips a little pout. i only wish i could seize her frame without pain!! She moved down the stairs in a wave of heat, cloaked by night, and restored my faith in everything lost. Her strength found in the weakness of obscurity and in the ridicule of difference overtook my changing heart and mind as i fell into thought about what i was undertaking...
and i wondered if i cared about what would inevitably be thought, what would be said, what would be done, and how sooner or later, her and i would be found out. You can't hide your soul's light for long without torture ensuing...
but for her, i'd endure it all. sometimes the hills will become a sea of stars. the fireflies are the stars and they dance and i shiver and shudder as memories pour from the depths of my soul into my mind. why was it? how could this be? the world has shattered into crystalline shards around my ears and i will never gaze up into the light-for my light is gone. forever darkness' will cloud enshroud my soul and my heart will cease to feel the same again. and into this world came a soul called ida somehow the stagnant air became heavier with every beat of her heart. the angels peered at this celestial wonder in sudden adoration. who knew that such perfection existed? her very eyes were pools of moonlight themselves and her skin was of ivory with the slightest tinge of pink as of that from deep sea seashells. her face was an oval goddess with luscious crimson parted lips and her cheeks were flushed from the healing light of the stars above. her voice was the very sigh of the wind. this clandestine maiden was Botticelli's Venus herself and none was ever seen to be as exquisitely beautiful and lovely as this immortal being. pinecones littered the forest floor, little itty bitty baby pinecones with the dinosaur trees, the giant redwoods, bending over, falling over, practically dead with the filth of the air and the insect thieves who stole the itty seeds...
the swarming insects, the rising heat...
forests turned to dried out wastelands where the trees droop and sag with diseased bark...
suffragette city rags and clothes strewn cross the railroad tracks...
and a man with a television head staggering to the coffee shop, "give me a balloon for all my troubles, for all the times my parents have spanked my bare bottom red as a rose. i am a house. i am a black bmw. i am a systems analyst with a penchant for mockery. but i am not and will never ever be a free man, because if i am not my house, my car, my profession, i am fear." slowly the hand woke up to the alarm clock blasting barrel shotgun headlight remover face in face pressed against face of glass stone mirror window face...
tearstained nights and blasted faith...
the world sucking the color from beauty and dragging it down...
consumerist capitalist piggy piggy pie man baking a cake for the elderly woman in a wheelchair, "i was such a pretty girl in my youth." the birds are singing it's fall again The time has come for me to end this view of the world and begin a new journey. Then the tears fell like shattered glass seeping into the cold bare earth. She gazed up at the sky and continued to walk down the wooded path, alone and furious. Orioles chittered their sympathy and flew amongst leaves in a worried chattered of wings and flitting eyes. the grass quivered and everything grew still as the sea on a calm windless day. Everything stopped. she said 'i love you' when no one was looking, and ran down to the riverbed to stroke the watery roots of old trees...
she stood by the water, catching her reflection but scared to ever move...
she washed the soil from her feet...
brought flowers and yellow leaves to the shore...
nestled with birds so they'd sing to her...
but she never did speak, only howled in the night like all of space was roaring through her empty heart...
and cried, 'no one will ever love me,' when no one was looking...
and then the night disappeared, and all around was sheer white light, the heat of the stars blossoming into one riverpool of tears, or ruins...
or fire that streamed down through the afterbirth of heaven...
and love died in the heart of another young boy...
and everything, even god, lost faith, hope, and meaning...
and fell into the corner...
crying...
lost forever She fluttered about, whirling, twirling, spinning, chanting, never ceasing for a moments time. You could hardly call it dancing, for it was more beautiful than any dance in the world. But not close to more beautiful than she herself. She cries out to me, "Dance with me. Brendan!" I shout back, "I cannot. I would spoil the natural beauty of you,". She exclaimed: Rain fell, bubbling around our feet, gutters swollen with leaves. I watched a black thread of crows unspool from the rattling canopy of iron cables as we crossed a spidery bridge. We glided between rows of sparkling trees, watercolor leaves fluttering and glistening with rain, sheets of spanish moss shuddering against the breeze. In a trance of dancing light, icy reflections of wavering candle flames, and dream visions of she insane: Ophelia singing her mad songs down that cold flower-strewn stream. The water ebbing beneath her. The filmy tissue of her gown glistening with garlands of silvery leaves caught in the diaphanous folds, studded with glassy water beads like hundreds of tiny eyes blinking in the light, opening and closing and pulling her down. The last plaintive strains drowning in the waters rush and flow. jasmine eyes gleamed in the gallery and lit the chamber like softly glowing candles there was no other light streaked gaily and gracefully about the cathedral like a young ballerina at her first performance blue blue sky starlight through the window yes I LOVE...
myself, food, cats, trees, swimming, frogs, dreams, good grades, summer, reading fantasy books, mydad, mybrother, my mom(RIP), fire, candles, magic spells, nature, friends, massages, essential oils, lipgloss, lotion, taking baths, shopping, movies, David Bowie, Orlando Bloom, dragonflies, Dark age of Camelot, City of Heroes, Dungeons and Dragons, Boggle, Cranium, yelling like Xena, hottubbing, softball, baseball, badminton, Monty Python, my MP3 player, the fact that I am going to college, being a teacher's pet, eating snow, fairies (they exist), natural remedies, perfume, going to other countries, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, SNL, Whose Line is it Anyway, The Simpsons, Dexter's Lab, Seinfeld, game shows, sleeping late, wearing glasses, MAKING FUN OF GEORGE BUSH She decided that nobody, no matter how strong the attraction, was worth self-destruction. So after Armageddon, she pulled her hair down and left crying in the rain. Alabama girls rock out with their #@$%!!s out and by #@$%!!s I mean all the guys that hopelessly and endlessly follow those Bama girls wherever they go...
A purple sun sets in an indigo sky...
You told me you once saw Janis Joplin on stage with two white afghan hounds on a leash. You took a hit of marijauana deep into your lungs.Your voice was husky. 1981 i felt that image go all the way in and I knew i would carry it until I died. like my love for you. Lynn. I miss you.everyday. I wonder if you ever remember us and our time. I wish I could revoke the years apart and hold you one more time, I can still taste the rain on your lips and feel your magnifcent body hot and wet against mine. No one has ever came close to you. I still love you. Lynn. The ever streaming list of loves forms the music of her background. Swirling in silver silk she spins to the beat of a thousand unfulfilled hearts and dreams, to the tune set as her destiny by the gods. As she turns her long hair flys out in a cloud of misty red and gold, her dark eyes shining like frenzied jewels as she twists away from her fate, fixed immovably to dance for an age in the twilight. all i said was "maybe you shouldn't hit me so hard" and then And you were pale and I used to love you. You were skinny and I used to love you. You were naive and I used to love you. She is freckled and I like her a lot. She isnt so skinny and I like her a lot. She knows everything and I like her a lot. girls girls girls hello kitty J makes me want to dance in the rain like a bird. We would maybe dance together, holding hands, till finally we fell with a drunk-like dizziness to the muddy ground. When I kiss her, it reminds me of peaches. So sticky, so sweet, you just have to have more. It's a sweetness you remember your whole life. J loves music, and I love music. I will write songs for her and we will dance to them.We will tango, and meringue, and salsa, and hip hop, and everything and anything we want! We will be free to laugh and love together. J rambles when she's nervous. It's the cutest thing I've ever seen. It makes me want to kiss her over and over so she doesn't have to worry about what to say. J has freckles. I love freckles. They make me want to lay her naked in the sunlight and explore every inch of her. Then we would drip the sun from the sky and drink it. J is everything I want and more. J held me and I cried my tears into her pillow. I wanted to stay with her, she is my soul's love. I walked away, shaking, afraid, and climbed into bed beside the wretched beast. What was I thinking? But now I ponder whether our future lies together as we always thought it would. And now it seems that I will never again be so priviliged as to lie with you as the night draws in, passionate and intense, as we always were. So now I move on, to a new place, maybe a better place. One day I might forget you, but I promise it won't be soon. My heart won't fix itself. My world won't replenish. Nick and Ryan...
you're ruining my life. Hello where are you once upon a time...
the end. I'm tired and lonely! I am trying to show you what I want and you never seem to see what it is! You are driving me to do this unthinkable thing. THis thing that would tear you apart if you knew about it. I blame you, but then I also blame myself. Maybe I want to much. my angel baby dipped in glitter; i dont know if you read this, but I hope that you do. Secret love I will always have in my heart. I wasn't ready for us to end. please be happy. She crys alone in the drak wiPretty Girl is sufferind while he confesses everything. Pretty soon she'll figure out: you can never get him out of your head. It's the way he makes you cry It's the way he's in your mind It's the way he makes you fall in love It's the way he makes you feel It's the way he kisses you It's the way he makes you fall in love...
I wish it wasn't this hard But she was too late. He had already realized the beauty of the soul that could surpass gender. never ending story but i wanted to touch you, if merely by accident on the street, even if at the taco bell you visit once a week where I work here it goes they say a story is never ending but what if you could become the story and the only way out of it would be having someone finish where you left off at ? Today I woke to a purple and red sky. What will it do? I asked Sally. She wagged a slow Who knows? His eyes were bright pricks in the dark night. He fell forward; he hit his head. Now he could see something, the image was blurred, probably from the knock to the head, this could not be true the being was bright white and shining its hair was blonde and flowing around as if it was underwater. My name is Olypinye I h ave come to take you to Merrator who is beyond the horizon the and you will meet her that you once loved. It was a dark and stormy night three men were sitting around a campfire, one of them, named William, asked another, named Bert, to tell them a story and this is how it began: Across the horizon sped he and she towards the mystical land of amortllya where his love rested in a mighty palace. As he approached the land of the dead over the sea of lost soul he saw white shores and beyond green grasslands and a bright sunrise. AND HE WANTED TO TOUCH HIS FACE...
TO TOUCH ANY PART OF HIM...
{ESPECIALLY THOSE PARTS THAT LAY HIDDEN BEHIND FOLDS OF FABRICS.}...
HE WANTED TO MAKE SURE HE WAS REAL...
BECAUSE FOR SO LONG HE ONLY EXISTED IN HIS HEAD...
.HE BEGAN AND ENDED THERE...
.LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE IN HIS LIFE...
..MINUTES HUNG IN THE AIR WAVERING BEFORE HIS EYES...
...
HE CONTMPLATED NANO-SECONDS AND GAZED INTO THE FOREVER OF HIS EYES...
..BREATHING IN HIS BREATH...
.TASTING THE HEAT OFF HIS SKIN...
ENJOYING THE POST-MOMENT...
..THE NOW...
.LIVING IN THE VERY PRESENCE OF THE HIM...
.HE REMEMBERED HOW IT WAS IN THE BEFORE TIME...
...
WHEN EXISTENCE WAS JUST EMAILS...
AND SEX ONLY CYBER...
..TOUCHING WAS THE STROKE OF A KEY-PAD...
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STOLEN GLANCES THE FLICKER OF A SCREEN...
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LOVERS ACROSS THE COUNTRY UNITED BY THE HEART AND SOUL OF THE UNIVERSAL MOTHERBOARD...
...
AND QUICKLY HIS THOUGHTS SHIFTED...
...
WITH THE UTTERING OF TWO WORDS FROM HIS LOVERS MOUTH...
..WORDS HE LONGED TO HEAR...
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WORDS HE ACHED FOR...
...
YOU READY????...
.OH...
.AND YES...
YES HE WAS...
.. en el fuego la pasion se extinge pero en el hielo la pasion muere, es mejor and then i found 20 dollars.
Or, it might have happened like this:
MiCtUrAte!
Metallic monstrosities, gleaming contraptions of steel - Here, we call them airplanes.
When the sentence on the screen "Welcome to The HELL" appeared my first thought was are we not already in hell? What do I have to loose? nothing at all...
nothing
Except the hope of a better tomorrow. Hell isn't a sentence in a screen or prompt made by tyrants, but a state inside my mind. Even if condemn me to a cyber hell, my surroundings will never have my mind, soul. My soul is free to wander off galaxies and learn. As I acquire wisdom, Wisdom will open the gates of hell, and take me down a road of self discovery: until I learn enough to get me away even from the cyber hell called "stuck in a rut of emotions" and be free in body as well as in mind
It really good movie
like this movie so much, because is the kids are so cleaver in the movie
love this movie Nelly
Never forget, a circle ends where it began.
Ahhh! I screamed You cannot say It really good movie. I cannot stand it. This is not the place for such bad grammar. I am appalled.
Sometimes, though, things didn't make much sense. It was difficult for me to cope with, but at the same time I loved every second of it. Creative chaos, for lack of a better word. It fueled my fires and helped me carry on.
And then he was gone ...
. the emails stopped, he didn't answer her calls. She saw him walking across the bridge but he looked away. Ended.
"Does he hate me?" the Butler thought.
Her soft breath turned to condensation on the window to her parents room. Overlooking the backyard, it was a perfect place to watch life going on without her. Her brothers playing in the yard with her father, so happy, so oblivious to the fact that she was slowly fading, in a couple days she would be reduced to nothing but a soft gray mist settling on the countryside.
Nothing was there.
I knew no one knew but he, as he struggled to come to terms with the never ending story of his troubled pased. How old was he now? He wondered, and then realised that, everything had been a lie. None but himself was to blame. Poor Jack, who had been out for a while, trying to fix things. Things that no longer mattered in life
And Hell! We're all gonna die anyway, so why not?
And she wonders, of all the ways she knows it could end. Of all the ways she know she could die. She wonders...
Should she no just do it? Should she not just let herself fade?
She didn't want to watch what he would do next, but she couldn't help watch him dive off. His life would be saved; he couldn't die. A new meaning to immortal had been invented by him.
The pool of reverie slips invitingly over her skin as she sinks deep into the quagmire of random regeneration. The fragmentation is soothing and whispers half-forgotten secrets. Her sight is misted as the sun climbs higher in the morning sky. Her dream world has finally come.
it was a warm sunny day after all and the children came out to the garden to play noisily
She cried, and hugged her little brother. They could smell the burnt popcorn in the kitchen and the laughing of the little lids playing outside. It seemed to blow into the rickety house from the dirty windows, just like the breeze. The world had carried on, just as she had expected.
I won't be able to sleep unless I hear from you. That you came home all in one piece. I'm not paranoid, I'm not overthinking, it's all part of your job. All those urgent calls that make you get up from bed, or bowl of delicious steaming stew, and rush to save lives, catch thieves, and all those God-know-whats' you're not alowed to talk about. I know it seems more dangerous than it really is. I know that the fact that you're not alowed to talk about it, makes it seem even more dangerous. I know. But still, I won't be able to sleep until I hear from you that you came home in one piece.
Actually, I was thinking of leaving the job. Being on the good side is killing me. I want to go back to who I was. Because you were different then. That you wanted me dead. And I don't know why- but that was the only reason I liked to be alive.
But she wasn't really living and this was a wasted life if she was doing anything less.
Nothing really matters until you truly grasp at it. Silent and subtle, quick and killing us from the inside out. We are rotten to the core of our essence, though we hide it behind our bright lights and high walls, too afraid to see beyond ourselves and our selfish desires. Weeping, running, hiding from Death; hiding from Truth. Wishing not to see the ruin laid upon our fields and fallow. Like the wind, life moves on, never content to stay in one place. And so, like the wind, I will dance. Until my feet bleed and i lay gasping for breath I will dance. Not because I must. it is because of choices that we forget exist, and choices that we will fall. being shoehorned into a corner of shadows and mixed light with indecision lost among the mapmakers and sailors, lost among the moon and the stars; the sun and the landmarks from both the worlds of the living and the dead, where do we fit in it all?
I dashed up the hill and tackled a duck.
yellow and fluffy, he was
Nothing they did was ever right.
Will you?
no.
I cannot be held responsible for the downward facing dog fart!
It wasn't my fault.
Not at all! I didn't even know it was going to happen.
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Even if I knew, I wouldn't have given a single #@$%!!.
Nevertheless, to be perfectly honest, I SHOULD have known.
Known unknowns - that is to say, neo-conned and hawked to the masses.
Then I read some yaoi. Mmmm...
yaoi...

But it was never enough, to cure my loneliness. It would never cure my constant need to have someone else's company because it's true; solidification drives you mad.
..because man was not created to be alone.
She alone was created to be.
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I am the man meandering through time and space, or woman on the run like a satelite angel on crack.
"I bite the dream," she cries and looks through telescopes of New York City brownstone and frosted glass that lean like that famous tower toward the ground and back, she can laugh or snore and cure her alien heart with misery flames of red mist past or gold future of man surreal image of a woman with long pretty brown hair gone utterly wrong.
And the morning after? there was no morning after, only light or soil bleeding alien angels fluttering through the NYC streets, ah come on, you know those streets with their strutting souls strutting like fish in the sea, they cannot be held responsible for the mainland trash secrets, it is all above them, they are gone.
Welcome senor to the secret streets where president secret roams with his girl Friday Anne Whoever - she can not be charged with murder - they will not let her die even though she is the most evil angel in the universe - she cannot die till the writer says go - but the writer will keep her alive - keep her to roam the streets of darkest Manhattan at night with her frienenemy the president himself.
Conversations on the streets of darkest Manhattan concerning president secret and Friday Anne - "Dearest darling," says Friday Ann who is walking in the presidents shadow, "I don't love you. And never did," "Ugh, you damn liar," president secret retorts hopping into the middle of a busy night street to be hit several times at high speed by specially formed high speed trains - Well I guess nothing lasts forever.
Oh my lordy no, president secret is shot dead - the guy is assassinated straight through his slimy neck - and who did this grand deed? - Friday Anne Whoever is looking kinda innocent just now.
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so i sat down and punched my self in the face for eating a green power up mushroom.
then he died.
Dying was nothing to him, however, so he resurrected from the dead like a zombie but cooler.
And she never thought she'd ever go back to Nebraska agin
she may be right think i remember coffee on her breathe
And she never thought she'd ever go back to Nebraska agin she may be right think i remember coffee on her breathe Perhaps emitting from her breath was that of a familiar liquor, as indeed lying beside the drunken was just a bottle of such, therefore departing Nebraska was of no consequence. Arriving in Timboktoo may pose such consequence never before seen.
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In the mess of a broken computer, he searched for a twinkle in the magnolia bush.
But alas something from the sky came in sight bringing hope.
And sometimes he sat in the back seat, thinking of some possibilieties: could I love her, some day? There was no answer.
hi, she said
"Fool." A young girl crept out from the shadows. "This part has nothing to do with anything," the young girl said. "I just thought you should know, everything you have ever known is a lie." She barred fangs. "Everything, has been false statements feed into your pitiful minds by my people. These words, in that you have heard or said are made by me. I am your creator, human, you have only the choice to bow to me and live," she grinned, "or die." "I am your God, your queen, your everything. Become my mindless servant, or fall into the depths of hell, without any hope." the girl laughed. "It's your choice. Choose wisely."
Then they discovered it was all a dream.
Joline, the horse, wished her spaceship hadn't broken down, causing her to land on a confused, carnivorous island.
Even worse, Joline was made of muenster cheese, and the inhabitants that called that volatile, nurturing little slice of dirt-like substance home, had a particular fondness for muenster.
When Suddenly, almost if by magic she turned into...
blue cheese and no one likes blue cheese
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he wondered lonely as a cloud
she sliced her wrists
she cried for help
no one heard her silent cries
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Hey guys, i know you're reading a story but lamps.
There were lamps everywhere, nothing but LAMPS!
A boy arrived.
His name was david
David lights all of the lamps and sends them down the stream to his village where all of the lamps have been mysteriously stolen by large-nosed being.
WAAAAA WHY DOESN'T RYAN LIKE ME?????????
The images flashed through my head. How had so much happened in so little time? My lover had died, the zombie apocalypse had truly come, and I was all alone in the world. Tears dripped down my face. I couldn't do this anymore! Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It had my shoulder in a rather strong grip. I widened my eyes and looked at who, or what, was grabbing my shoulder. I feared that it would be a zombie. Surprisingly, it wasn't. It was a young girl who looked no older than 11 years old. "I'm Emily," the girl said with a surprisingly grown-up sounding voice. "Oh, well, I'm-" "I don't care who you are! Just...
. get out of here! This is my home turf!" I almost cringed when I heard the ferocity in her voice. She sounded vicious. "Sorry, I was just resting-" "OUT!" That's when her fist connected with my face. From that blow, you would think that she was a professional boxer. I couldn't believe she was so young. I got up and ran away, scared for my life. That's when I saw it. A zombie...
that looked suspiciously like my lover.
Drooling and smelling like an old change-purse stuffed with perishable meats and then left in some easy-to-forget place, like inside the lining of a opaque lampshade in the guest bedroom of your interfering mother-in-law's home, or even better, stuffed painstakingly into the locks of her keepsake box, so that every time she goes in there to cry over those morbid photos of her 1970s stillborn fetus she comes away with stinky keys. "You ain't nothing but an old stinky-keys #@$%!!, Chantelle" her husband screams at her, an accusation so absurd that even her shrink has to agree that her husband was most likely a monster before she married him (and not simply turned into one after so many years having to nagivigate his way to sex through those smothering thighs, tracked with the purpling scars of stretch marks and indulgent teenage self-harm)
The water in the bath was cold as I skimmed my hands along the surface. It was time to get out. I quickly stepped out and rushed to put a towel on. My clothes were draped across the wicker chair in front of me. My father had lain out my black dress pants and ivory button-up shirt. They were pristine, no wrinkles or stains, the purest of cotton and wool, only the best for the reaping day. On normal days I would wear, shorts and light colored tees. I headed out my room to greet my parents and then left to meet up with my friends, Coal and Petra. They were identical twins and had strong features, dark brown slightly waved hair and pale skin. I find their pale skin incredibly weird because we live in the most southern district in Panem. “Hey Elias, are you ready for your last year of not being picked?" Says Petra as she pulls me in for a hug. The kids of district 14 never really worried about the hunger games because someone better prepared would always volunteer. Those kids were bred for the games. They had a better chance of winning than a child bred for working on a farm. We talk as we walk to the Center Plaza. The construction breed worked on assembling the platforms and stage. We saw our districts previous victors conversing and surveying the district prospects. They were all built like oxen, even the females, with broad shoulders and large bodies and raging muscles. More people started to flood in as the clock in the plaza read 11:30. We stood in line to be registered and then the peacekeepers organized us in to groups according to our ages. I was placed in the back with the other 18 year olds with coal on one side and Petra on the other. The drawing was to be held at 11:45 a.m. I saw the districts representative, Willa Stryder, standing at the podium preparing to give the opening speech. The drawing bowls were beside her and filled with small sheets of white paper. I had only eight entries in the bowls
And then all of a sudden, a huge t-rex fell on top of the crowd, roared, and ran away, killing everyone.
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And so, the raven fell, heavy and hard, on its back.
Edgar Allen Poe rose from the grave to regain his throne. "Come to me, my trusty steed," he said calling fourth his raven. He rode his raven, Bianca, all the way to Germany to face a showdown with Hitler. "Nein," argued Hitler. "Depression! I choose you," he said throwing the pokeball at the villain.
Kathy Acker is not the Messiah!
As he thought "Spaces between walls. Objects and their history. Memories knotted to everything collected here."
This would not have happened if she had listened to the fortune teller at the fair, who had explicitly warned her that she should beware of people who claimed to be her friends.
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Formal. Refined. Simple. Unequivocal. Elegant. Reposeful. Understated. Clear.
Wind howled through the night, carrying a scent that would change the world.
"I don't know what I'm doing" she whispered
It was 9:45 PM in Texas. A lanky young man walked out of a bar with wide grin on his face. It was a look of satisfaction, the look of someone who had just accomplished something great. What was this young man happy about? He walked away from the bar and headed toward the nearby alley. He sat down by one of the many garbage cans littered around town and lit a cigarette with that grin still on his face. He pulled a photo out of his pocket. It was a young Hispanic woman wearing nothing but a pair of panties and fishnet stockings. The man gazed at her nude form and muttered to himself "Just you wait and see. It'll come down to this". With these cryptic words he got up and ran for the nearest bus station.
The End id near gather your people
Why why me way
she thought to herself as she bended over, cell phone clasped firmly in her right hand.
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I then realised that everything before now was a dream. Too bad.
After a while they entered the forest. The leaves of the trees towered over them, making the night even darker...
...

The forest seemed to tower over me, blocking out all traces of light.
in the middle of the Forrest was a unicorn. It was so pretty.
the unicorn zapped me to a scary wood factory where me and my brother were searching for a ghost.
we came up to some lockers and heard a noise from inside. my brother at the time was super scared because he was a complete idiot. on three I opened the locker and instead of a ghost it was a cat. my brother screamed so loud I didn't even know his voice could go so high...
then he smiled and said,"that was scary". MORON
If you know what that is from I love you
She turned to me and said, "Some of those lights move - so quickly! But, see the higher ones? They don't move at all." I glanced out the window, not wishing to change my position any more than necessary; the heavy hot damp air of the evening challenged every breath. The flat dark tree silhouettes left contrasting bright, cut-out sections of the sky.
Where I found Rita Hayworth in a bar in Casablanca. She wore a slinky red dress and red stiletto sandals and the sweetest sad smile on her wonderful face. The room was crowded and the heat was intense but all was cool and silence when I stood next to Rita. "Can I get you a drink?" I asked her. She turned and looked at me and my heart beat raced with desire to hold her. "I should be going," she replied. "No, not yet," I said, "we only just met." "I'm not who you think I am," she said sliding off her stool and making to leave. "Let me go with you," I begged. But in a flash she was gone. That was forty three years ago. Was it a dream? I guess I will never know.
I wish I could wake up from this nightmare, but everytime I try to open my eyes it gets harder and harder to. That's what it's like being in a coma. Now all I can do is remember my past, as I have no future.
...
I'm like a sex pistol, rolling around in his grave.
All I could say was "I know right?". The Shadow disappeared again into oblivion. it was as if all my doubts vanished too, all into thin air. I wanted to rip my heart out crying but all I could do was sit there, immobile and wonder at the Great Puzzle that Life was.
Please do not stop. I have a secret. I am a unicorn from rainbow dust land and you have to help me destroy the evil candy floss queen.
Then the unicorn melted away leaving behind only a two-headed dog barking a red temple prayer.
That unicorn was me.
By was, I mean my past. The unicorn represents my previous life. I learned that I'm an reincarnation of my previous life. I asked my unicorn. "Unicorn, did I do anything wrong in my previous life?"
Everything up until this point is retconned. I am a molecule in the primordial soup. Time has not begun.
And so it goes. On and on. Without ever looking back, she went. No reason to stay is a good reason to go. So away she left. Never to return to the hellhole she left behind.
don't lie to me.
But mainly toys create trucks.
But gas guzzling trucks are bad. Very, very bad.
what even
she stood there crying after her brother scared her,she started screaming for her mom saying mom daral scared me. daral was grounded for a week it was awesome I got to get him back.
But I wasn't unscathed.
Life is where the 'Is' is and when the Is is gone so are we
Why do we even go to funerals? Funerals are just things that we go to to wish about something that's never gonna be. Like a twisted version of dreams.
"I'm really sad so I'm gonna write a 'deep'and 'meaningful' poem and then pair it with a hipster picture and post it on the internet." "We don't have near enough of those already, make sure to make at least three." "If you insist."
With each breath we all were blocking out the color. Marching mindlessly towards the same goal. In unison we worked without purpose. In unison we breathed in - and back out. The color stuck to our oxygen masks, pleading to be let in. It was poison. We all knew it was suicide to take off your mask. A bright yellow traced a soldier's nose, a shocking pink frosted over most of his head. Don't let the color in. Keep your mind straight. Keep working - Stay in line. Walking off the path is the first sign that you've been intoxicated.
Walking, stumbling...
gravity doesn't care.
I remember being a kid and wondering why the world turned
Was it because of some endless power? Some magical being spinning all the things in the Universe for thier enjoyment?
But no, it was always gravity. Gravity had kept us grounded but now it pulled us down, careening off of the path, pulling us into the sharp thorns of dirt we call the ground.
The day it became an addiction was as nebulous as pinpointing when twilight ends and night begins. She was hooked...
a Giants fan!
And she jumps to reach out for the last wish she always wanted...
...
.. The Sun
It is with all of my meaning to show you what really happiness is.
Oh, but don't jump.
When you jump you fall
She jumped and instead of falling she found herself floating in the air. When she looked back to reality and found herself in space with no air. She began to panic. She thought to herself "Here is where it ends."
She jumped and instead of falling she found herself floating in the air. When she looked back to reality and found herself in space with no air. She began to panic. She thought to herself "Here is where it ends."
She jumped and instead of falling she found herself floating in the air. When she looked back to reality and found herself in space with no air. She began to panic. She thought to herself "Here is where it ends."
never-ended was the story of which we were both the authors and the characters.
"A never ending story?" The idea seemed far fetched. Yet as I scrolled down the page, it seemed more and more believable. Were people actively and actually adding to this? Were they adding as I spoke? It was strange but...
I've come across much much stranger.
"I wonder...
So I'm now part of this, huh...
My every thought and feeling they're...
fake...
Made up by someone else?" No. No no no no no. This sudden realization, it was overwhelming. I'm not real, am I? I'm just a character. A character who will eventually reach an end...
Or -I can't decide what was worse- never reach that end. Then why- why did it all feel so real...
? Is this what it's like to be a character...
? Feeling very real feelings, experiencing everything yet somehow knowing that you weren't...
Real?
No more. i say i am real every emotion every fiber says i am real. how can one go through all this and not exist.
Just by breathing, aren't I proclaiming that I am real? That there is no other thing-person- narrarator telling my story for me? . . .AM I real?
I will be more than just words on a page. I will be more than just a small, short, single fiber of imagination dancing through somebody's mind. I have to be.
Which was why she'd left Ireland and come here, why she was standing in a field five thousand miles from home, the corn waist-high around her and the sun hot on the bare nape of her neck.
She had one thing scribbled onto her memo book: To do: be real.
Be real? What the heck did she mean by that?
But, deep inside me, I knew.
I don't know what the hell I'm doing here.
I sure hope you do
Não sou nada. Nunca serei nada. Não posso querer ser nada. À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo.
Just thinking about what that might mean is driving me insane
Subtly, sidling Shimmying Side-long glances Shape the move
The dance of conversation is ringing through the air
We're veiled in equipment shut in a bottle firefly extinguished throttled by life (and i love life) but sometimes its nice to be throttled to benefit that academically armed article that were termites building a sinking ship termites academically singing! piling each virility each humiliating virility on a vertebrate screen vibrating in a gas filled room gas rise like fog under neon green gas rise like fog under neon green honey level on the corpses spindly legs skyward on seperating screens
Night's foam quilted time, hand-stitched in circled bees. "Away, ye Naysayers", the Amish whispered. For there is no room here for the hypocrisy of fennel. Unto itself is only an answer.
He tried to ask for help, but couldn't, the very effort of trying to let the sound slip from his throat stopped him.
I found myself outside, that is to say I found my body lying among the flowers so tenderly tended forever.
I saw Bonita riding Seabiscuit in the rain through central park. She wore a short red dress and a strange smile that made me shudder. "You need help?" I said as she stopped close by. She nodded. "How can I help, then?" She jumped off the famous horse who promptly vanished. "I need flowers," she said, "Blue Carnations," I sighed. "There are no Blue Carnations," I said, "Every other color but...
" She sighed. "They must be blue," she insisted. "Then I can't help you, I said. Bonita began to cry and I wanted to hold her and make her better. She was really pretty. "I must go," she said. "No," I said, "I think I might love you," "And how so?" she said, "we only just met," I turned away. "Things happen," I said, "people fall in love, you know?" There was silence. And when I looked again Bonita was gone. My heart sank. I have looked everywhere for Bonita since she left. I will never tire of searching for my lost love. Or maybe not. Perhaps someday another will come along through Central Park and win my heart. I doubt it, though.
sparkling trees
But then again, poetry just distracts you with pretty words while cutting you up along the sides.
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m.k meera was here:)
But now, i'm gone. Really Gone. Maybe, one day, I'll be here again. Spoting you from around a corner, or maybe not. I'll try. I'll really try. Or maybe, I don't really want to.
"But you do, you do want to" I cried, while snapping my fingers to the rhythm. Only the fondness for this music could bring me here to this disreputable place of vulgar slags.
I wanted to kill myself because...

Sometimes the wind would stop and listen.
Suddenly they turned out the lights and turned the volume down. I could only make out the subtitles. They read "Suddenly they turned out the lights and turned the volume down. I could only make out the subtitles. They read "Suddenly they turned out the lights and a ferris wheel came holding a blanket speaking in bubbling mustard with little underlined words falling out. Some of the words were...

Ella queria que yo la mirara a los ojos.Pero sabia que no debia hacerlo,si por solo un breve instante miraba aquellos ojos verdes grisaceos quedaria hipnotizado.Agarro mi mano y la presiono con fuerza.Intente resistir,intente no caer en su juego pero fue inevitable.Me descuide y vi sus ojos.En sus ojos pude ver el mundo,las cosas mas bellas y puras habitaban alli.Tambien las cosas mas horribles y destrutivas.Senti ganas de reir y de llorar.Entonces ella me solto y empezo a hacerme cosquillas
What? What is this?
Who am I? Is this real?
It doesn't end...
ever.
I never imagined my life like this,scattered into bits. There's nothing I can do to put the pieces back together, I guess that's what life's about,living on even when you're miserable.
All life is like a broken vase, it is the love of others that glue us back together and helps us feel whole again.
All of a sudden the words she spoke took a life of their own and manifest itself in physical form.
The Doctor took out his pocket watch and said," I will go the planet of Hamtaurians and bring back piece of time untaunted by the BBC." Clare just stared at him and thought what a total weirdo.
"What is a Hamtaurian?" she asked. "Cross between a hamster and a minotaur." He replied.
With one press of button, the pair had arrived on the Hamhummous planet of flesh eating Hamtaurians.
Beyond the dream images, Rita said, "We gotta run. They gonna get us fo sure this time, man." I said, "Honey, why are you speaking like that?" She smiled and shrugged. I knew the movie stars were on their way with their rifles and rubber bullets they used to have fun with shooting us ordinary folk. The dream images were coming back too. I saw a vague light before my eyes and I was scared the images were coming to claim me for their own again. You know, they are like vampires stalking the night streets for suckers like myself. A brown dog trying to look human appeared out of a black oily mist. Rita saw it before I did and screamed like a banshee. I turned, saw it and almost puked. It must have been sixty feet tall if was an inch. "We gotta go now, baby," I told a trembling Rita. She grabbed my hand and we took off.
We did not get far. Rita tripped on the side of a hill and injured her left leg badly. I had to carry her the rest of the way to the old tent buildings in southern hill resort. The damn place was deserted. It was dark too, and with the moon hidden by clouds, I could barely see where I was going. Plus Rita was weighing me down. She whispered her leg felt better. I thought she must be lying, but I was too tired to care and put her down. In a flash she was gone. I don't know, maybe the dream images took her. They were just fowl enough to do such a thing. I wondered if I would ever see her again.
While wondering through the empty night streets of southern hill resort I found a tiny shop still open that sold blank DVD's and nothing else. When I stepped inside a tiny bell rang, presumably to alert the shop owner. But nobody appeared, and it was deathly cold. The coldest I could ever remember. I needed a warm body to hold against me. I needed Rita. But I guessed she was long gone. I sat down on a cold floor and decided to wait there just in case somebody appeared. Somebody did. But it wasn't anybody I wanted to meet. It was a dream image. And it was the in the likeness of Rita. But right away I knew it was fake. Everything about this dream image was just too larger than life to be true. Plus it had a gun pointing right at me. "You won't use that," I said praying. It shot me dead.
Not dead. Not alive. Just empty. That's me sitting in a bar in Where Ever. Yeah, its a small town, and of cause it's dark. It's always dark when I go out. I don't leave the house in daylight. It has become a ritual. I don't know why. I don't really care. I just come out at night. I feel like a lame duck. I feel that I should be worth a million dollars. Or even a million pounds. It doesn't matter what Ellie thinks. She always thinks the opposite of me. Ellie used to be soft and gentle. She used to listen to me when I spoke. She was always telling me I knew so much about so much. I agreed with her, of cause, in my arrogance. I guess that was it. She had decided after all that I was arrogant, and therefor no longer worth the effort to talk too. So here I am in this bar now. And sensing the end is close. I hope I am wrong.
I never wrote poetry. Not me. I just ended the world like I wanted too. I blew it down with my breath. Like in A Town Called Alice. I was Alice. I ran away from the town called Alice, because they took me for a town, and I didn't want to be thought to be a town. I wanted more to be a city. The city in this long story. I guess that's why I became Alice. I was not dumb. I was no bimbo. I had class. I still have class. I may have murdered my dad, but nobody said a word. I walked away from the bloody mess with a vague smile on my sweet face. I went off in tangents at times during my journey here. I had to hide in smelly places to keep the cops away. They wanted my finger prints, so this guy I met in a bar one night, told me. I ridiculed him in front of his friends. He got mad at me. I laughed and I told him if he didn't like what I said or he could lump it. He didn't like that either.
In Guilla, Panama, they have Chiquita's running round the streets in multi colored sari's singing about werewolves who roam the secret caves beyond the White Mountains. It is said at night the Chiquita's grow wings and fly to heaven to speak with God. One Chiquita told me God looks like an elderly Kirk Douglas complete with cleft in his chin.
Cntrl /alt /delete Anxiety, avoidance, procrastination …. Instead of getting XYZ done, he's having a go for hours…days… maybe a week: masturbating his brain getting off on the sounds Self-sabotaging sadism for college/ blooming for sonic creativity.
Sometimes, I don't know what I am doing here. I wish I could forget her face. When I hear the sound of water dripping, it takes me back to that room. I could not walk away. I wanted to leave, but she stopped me. Now, I will have to live with this scar on my neck for the rest of my life.
But #@$%!! it, right?
"you make my heart go doki doki senpei."
All borders between men were closed. I was the interloper who knows both love and fear. Now all is different without having changed who comes near and draws back, who feels nothing on tarmac " the park opening over the road, cows chewing peacefully, the grass moved towards the one sea after a rainy day, the wind freshening and the cloud lifting off - blade after blade dancing in the waves. Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling, a history is being relived. Huge sea-wood fed with copper: a lost heritage. When you cross a familiar room in the darkness the table you do not brush against is still there.
Here there and everywhere
Wherewhat some then ten headyswots worth, gurdle gum gussy sang pure fun the loon, and all die diadenums cross o the crown sang so frown up and down, that: Mammy darendeer #@$%!!upped her langstun stunnering son off dowown the sonny dung way: til the till and; Me Dearst Makers dayned to nay me down, away and foraller some lum!
let me love you
LET ME LOVE YOU
PLEASE STOP
Haile sighed, "I want to eat ranch."
I love you but you're too insane for me to eat.
I'd/ like to buy the world a Calder. A small stabile...
Yeah.Kunstwekerian, no? My ma-ma done told me. Son: sequential stills from film footage tend to construct several zoetrope-like cut-paper mobiles, capturing both the rotation of the tiny sculptures and Venus/ and all the axis-like stuff in Central Park/ in June. Very soon. Moon. Spoon. Over & out.
Stairs blue glitter too In smurfen of Hartelijk, Ventre silk laughed mused Conrad Aiken. And, and, ampersandic fingers delved. Wove, strove, behind caputin and, drifting, in lattialla harder stiil of the nacht...
treading water. Shimmer faded on lips when one senses the shock reverberating to the body. I can not, you can not. And then the eleven clocks to the left laughed as though venison was his favorite game. More important than keeping time. I can not. I can not. Dreading slaughter. Swimming Pool saliva like rain, flamboyant extinction of meteor showerlessness was the target, rather than swim. Like a waterfall, which never ceases. It never stops, it will never go away, because reality never existed or has begun. Skop. Gu. I can not. I dare not. I thought it was not that liquid color care than other gold stars in unison, the water pure and perfect/ melted and poured into my sleeping ruumis. Muzak I heard with you scratches every inch of exposed skin and is absorbed like Ovaltine love slowly loved me. Houris sun run. Uinti infiniti woefulli the ocean repeats, recurs, reasons reasonably unresonably I can not. I may not. I shant. Ushant. Ushant. Ushant.
in the future of mankind is only mega death the 666 the number of the mind
And he crawled, through the void. A void of never ending loss. Of sorrow. And as his world fell apart around him. And as his world was torn at the seams. He clung, to the vestiges of a dying hope. Of a world where not all was as it seems. And he cried. He cried for the loss. The pain. The terror. But then a last maniacal smile crossed his face and he welcomed it. Like an old friend. With a laugh and maybe even, some tears.
alo alo
I don't what happened...

Then, a sudden realization hit me.
I would be crowned queen of this destroyed world and no one could stop it.
Suddenly, a strange thought occurred to him.
Why do I type this story? Why,should I be typing this story? I do not care that this writing may be terrible! I do not care that you might skip this writing because you find it boring! I ENJOY doing this and I will keep writing! This story has no plot whatsoever, so lets start over. Once upon a time, in a world far away, lived an it. Not a human, an it. Not many people know what it looks like, including me. But I have heard that he is a black figure who lurks in the dark lonly shadows
He died
and so they went on with their lives, believing that this the best for both of them, as none of the two girls was able toachieve her dream while being concerned about the other, by keeping their distance
it could be said that there is in fact nothing of sense in here
Rita drove the big red truck, though in her mind she was still a singer, dancer, general performer. I had been watching her as it rained hard on the windscreen as she drove. I had been trying to figure her out for weeks. I wasn't having much luck, though. I couldn't drive. I never had been able too. But Rita was full of confidence, and determined to reach Paris before sunrise. I wanted us to walk in the famous Paris rain. They told me it always rains there. I believed them, of cause. Rita did not. "We need to find a cheap hotel when we get there," I said. "It's absurd," she said, "all this crap about Paris and rain and killing people for pleasure." I didn't want to argue, but the killing thing was new to me. We spent the rest of the journey in silence.
NIGGER
And then he went straight to her and said: wait for me, you will not regret it.
In the chaos dream the madmen are blind and feral, they scream out, “I'm a deadliner just waiting to happen, I'm krank. I'm the shounen doof.”
He of course was oblivious to the tiny eyes observing everything from the crack in the closet . The creature , inocent as always , asked himself what was that all about . And wondered if his mother would even remember him after a night with the white powder that he couldnt touch.
I realized how far off I was from the truth. My apathy will consume me.
fondle my buttocks
"I will not!" She cried indignantly.
A veces el miedo es realmente algo terrible. Te impide disfrutar de los mejores momentos. Si no sabes vencerlo, es como una especie de maldición.
He didn't understand what it meant, but somehow they made him feel something. He felt that they were meant for him. He always let his fears get the best of him, he even feared success.
A stranger, he quoth: "Sparkle me, oh merry morn - shouldst I fear thy divine exhibition I know fate won't truck with such chiding."
This some good #@$%!! Atreyu
A voice called out. He promptly swivelled on his heels to find a man wearing only a sweaty, torn up, white tank top. His tank top was sprinkled with the dark crimson of blood. Was it his, he thought, or someone else's? Our hero squinted at the man squatting in the corner. "Bruce Willis?" he called out to the man. "What are you doing here? You were caught self sucking in a Macy's change room." "This is my new home" he replied. The hero nodded. Of course it was, he thought to himself. Where else would a pantless Bruce Willis go after being caught self sucking in a Macy's change room? The cellar of a gay bar of course. "Why come here?" Our hero inquired, "Isn't this the first place people would come looking for you?" Bruce Willis chuckled. "Of course it is, my dear boy. I wasn't born yesterday." "Then why come here?" Our hero inquired. Bruce Willis' face melted into a solemn stare. "Because," he growled, "I knew that if I left, they would come after me with everything they've got, and finally I'd be provided with the sweet release of death God refuses to provide me with." Our hero shuddered. "What are you talking about?" All of a sudden, the boom of the bass from upstairs stopped, there was a rushing of feet and lots of shouting. Our hero's eyes widened. "You moron, you've doomed us both." The stomping of feet seemed to come closer and closer. Across the dance floor, down the stairs, then they were silenced all at once, like they had up and disappeared. Our hero ran to the wooden door of the cellar. "Just because you have a death wish doesn't mean I'm going to let you take me with you!" he snapped. Bruce Willis sat serenely in the centre of the empty cellar, waiting for it to come all crashing down. A muffled voice boomed through the wooden door. "This is the police, we have a warrant for the arrest of Bruce Willis. Please come out with your hands up, and you will not be harmed." Our hero cried. "Please, he lead me here. I'm not involved, please let me go." The was murmuring from the other side, as a group of police deliberated over this development. One of them grumbled. "#@$%!!, he's got hostages." Our hero replied. "Hey, I'm not a hostage." "An accomplice then." They retorted. "We're coming in." "Wait no!" He stammered. But it was too late. The door was obliterated into mulch as a battering ram shattered the rotting wooden door. Our hero scrambled back, as thousands of splinters came down around him like rain. A group of at least 20 military police in black uniform were lined up at the door, carrying semi-automatic rifles with flashlights fixed onto the barrel. The first one cried out. "You're resisting arrest!" With that simple statement dozens of bullets flew through the air and filled our hero from head to toe. Once the shooting stopped it looked like our hero had been put through a meat grinder. Bruce Willis however, had gone through the shooting completely unscathed. "NO!" he cried. He crawled to the police. "SHOOT ME!!" he begged them. "KILL ME FOR GOD'S SAKE!" The police simply handcuffed him and escorted him out of the gay bar.
At first he was a pumpkins head, but now he is a real boy. I have no idea how this happened or why just accept it him please!
the police realized that they would never win because of his supernatural power of the pumpkin so they let him go
After they let him go, he traveled to the lost land of atlantis
Where they found a dictionary open to these words and their meanings: Disaster: a young permanent act of one fish angles and bent truth tails Laughter: diminutive in angles, having wild conceived genus affairs with showy-flowered supernatural powers Worm: prehensile magical body with teeth, legs and modified body feathers Medicine: elongated magical Hippocampus powers Death: hard-shelled cessation process; prehensile conceived truths in bent form knowledge Bee: a vital act of wings and elongated hard-shelled snouts Friend: magical powers of warm-blooded Rosa
Then I started digging the ground.
I dug and...
...
found a chest
in the chest there was a...
...
lots of money
Australias a funny looking place fam
and so the aliens retreated
From Austrailia
But Australia fired their secret death lasers.
The blast rendered the aliens useless like the way a blast form a toaster makes bread into toast.
And so the emperor of Australia cackled.
And as she looked into the night sky, she whispered in a little voice, "Shrek is love, Shrek is life."
moisturize
and then the aliens attaked and the tower of London exploded and all the other mutant bears spontaniesly floted up to the cloked battle ship and vanished.
I found myself back in my Manhattan apartment gazing at the midnight lights winking in the hundreds of other surrounding apartment blocks that had sprung up since I was last home. Earlier I had been watching an Old John Wayne movie and thinking why the hell doesn't he just shoot someone and be damned with it? Instead he smilingly kissed his leading lady as passionately as possible before the closing credits leaving me feeling deflated and rather hungry. I had been in my secret magic cave beneath The Empire State Building. Yeah, and you all thought God was dead, right? Not so, chaps, I'm alive and kicking and thinking of inviting my old mucker The Devil around to dinner later for a chat and few laughs before settling down to watch a Friends weekend on channel whatever. Such is life, yeah?...

The Future , it petrifies me I cannot hope to know what it holds The present seems to make the prospect of a future as bleak as bilious smog I'm a student and my future is a rope of salvation tied like a noose Colleges sponsors and a good education "You need to study hard ,dear boy" is my only adulation I'm growing in a world with its heart in a wallet and the brain is feared missing. I try finding my own heart and brain As the world waits with bated breath for me to end my pain. I die ,they move on I survive , They kill me You step out of college to be strangled by a job An engineer,doctor or businessman from an IIT or Ivy league or a nobody from everywhere else The money either gushes trickles or never walks in...
and you either earn respect as an emperor or sell low-grade vegetables or hang from a fan with a shoddy shawl respectively When "society " deems you sustainable ,reproduction must follow "Humanity must create. The recipe? your life's best years" So you a conformist in a monotonous position marry another of your kind and further propagate your half-formed ideas. Marriage worries your future ,when the union is complete but the bank account is not A childhood of pressure does not even out And then i look farther,beyond my second-rate college,beyond my arranged wife,beyond my strangling job and sad excuse for a life. A life of a petty conformist who once had dreams And as I lay dying...
.I wonder...
..What if? What If I looked and actually saw the world Not a land of money,colleges,jobs and societal demands but a raw rugged world with caves,lakes and mountains with books ,learning and loves A cosmic sea shell in an ocean of star A land to explore,centuries of knowledge buried in tomes before the first college,job or even money The world is huge and maybe for once I should open my coffin and step outside A simple life Nobody truly needs money,fame or societal power Nobody needs the love of the masses,one or two people would suffice. Just some time,love and patience I will not survive my life ,like so many before me I will live it And when the time comes I will leave it, Without an "If"
dug so deep that i fell.. i fell and passed through an ocean and after the ocean i continued falling, say sky again and landed on another land. we had penetrated the earth itself. panting, brain forced to upgrade to the sub sequential evolutionary, prematurely?, why yes, but who are we, gods, to argue the will of men?
End of Chapter Seventy Twelve.
The internet had been broken by a tarantula.
Hell oWold :)
essayhave
rawr
I looked like a mess. I had several fresh cuts to my colly-cobble and, moreover, hadn't had a vodka in 3 days. 'Why was the interrogation so tame this time?' I pondered facetiously. In order to fill the form one needs to download it. Thing is, our broadband speed's a bit #@$%!! to be honest.
Ma come cazzo parlate?!
Es war einmal ..
In this world, it's kill or be killed! LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLL! P.S. flowey was here >:)
There was a big skeleton, a little skeleton, and "A HUMAN!!!" *37 minutes later* "ALPHABETTI SPAGHETTI!" *dunked on* "hue hue hue hue hue hue"
And so our hero travels forth into a mysterious land, seen by none before but him and those before him, each with the immense abilities that attains through mystical means.
This unknown land was simply a place to stay. Although, I knew that life was a spiteful thing and would only let me stay until I, for the first time in a long time, endured comfort and peace. Then my head swirled and I fondly remembered the time. The dreadful times of chaos. I fed of it. I absorbed it through my mouth and my blood and life was finally feeding me with hatred. Feeding me and satisfying me. I knew I could return those times. I then began my quest to begin the apocalypse...

At first I begun my quest to the apocalypse as anyone would. Chaos. Destruction. All these factors I threw into my immense mixture but then I thought. Causing the apocalypse to satisfy my own sadistic needs. And then I saw I had made a world of chaos and destruction. I knew, good and evil were relative terms. Good is only the definition of what we express favour to or our preference. Wheat based products may taste 'good' to use but due to their extensive consumption and lack of nutrients, 'evil' to someone else. I continued to tell myself that until I was finished. Doing all I can to make this world and humanity eat in on itself. I went outside for the first time in what felt like a millennia to see what I have caused. The streets were schoolboys' lockers emptied in on each other and set ablaze. Each turn was filled with those injured with gunshots, dying from the man-made pandemics or a fire-fight was tearing into the already torn Earth. For once I felt pity but then I knew. I quietly said to myself, "Only the strongest survive and the evolution of humanity is upon us." I knew that I was the strongest. And I would survive, leaving the weak in the morgue. The protected would die. The fighters would live. And most importantly, I could live off chaos, destruction and death...

*10 years later* I yawned and looked outside. I saw nothing but an empty world. Only the few had survived the carnage. I was one of them. I was one of the best of the best that continued to survive. I simply lay down and thought. Where would I be without carnage and destruction tearing humanity in on itself? I knew where I would be. Sitting at a desk saying I tried to murder the entire world and getting fired from every single job except from one which I wouldn't be too good at any-ways. (I think I have written the past few hundred words. Thats why it had so much continuity and I think I will leave it to everyone else now. >:|)
I enjoyed it though. I took it all in and took my pride and sadistic satisfaction in my breath and in my stride. Then I stopped to think about how long my maleficent form of a beautiful world would continue. Could society rebuild. Can humanity fight against me, now a God. Now I had learnt to manipulate every possible thing in human biology, and in the human mind. If God is real, is he really all powerful. He could not stop a single man from destroying his most prized creation. Then, at that very moment I knew. Humanity can rebuild itself. All but in a vain effort for it will try to build a society with a stronger body on weak legs. No leader would have survived my immense uprising. Humanity will evolve. And I will evolve. I will be the God that chooses the path of human evolution. If I die, I will see God, and I can awaken him from his long lasting slumber to alarm him of all the death that has grown in his absence. Then the new God will be in Heaven, for he evolved and improved God's greatest creation. At that moment, 'good', 'evil', 'God' and 'Satan' will combine and create what I have already created. Myself. *30 years later* Finally, humanity has grown back into the 1000s in population. I have not joined the culture created by the powerful people but simply stalked it. I have stalked it like a tiger and it is but a newborn and lame deer that cannot run from its eventual death and consumption. Humanity would bend to me. I would be the God of all. (My view of God is simply for theatrical purposes and really God is what you view him to be)
(There we are-finished)
Sartoi ѝa-goiléux "stre van juisõimbra. ßar ist`rastensior gris-gris'n-greig (svatty"fore); Яargus no'il kraft...
kka axttagoichξia. Ðairtskyre no-þoisré?
<<We'll be talking about small dose beta-rays emitted from the source of the Nile that latch on to strontion quatrain fields nuanced in their obscurity by the tempest prognosticator of pom-pom-posity>>
"Can someone help me?" said Milly as she finished ordering a round of drinks at the bar. The place was well attended and conspicious by her presence was Davina the private detective. Dressed in an elegant chiffon maxi dress, her wheelchair - adjusted for tax reasons - sparkled when caught by the splinters of light. "Did you get my invite?" "Yeah, muchas gracias," replied Davina. The wedding preparations were going well until a bomb suddenly exploded and everyone died.
But we came back to life as gun shot wounds. We really thought that getting shot was the coolest thing. Or raping babies for kicks. Seemed to dark to me. But she had other ideas. I had not known where she came from. Outwardly she seemed dreamy, almost divine. Inside, though, she was a rifle ready to shoot.
I'll punch you instead!
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then bob the tomato began singing LALALALA
IT'S MAKING ME SAD
I KNOW YOU AREN'T FILTERING THESE CUZ THERES A BUNCH OF CURSE WORDS AND INAPPROPRIATE CONTENT IN IT
two lonely souls
Sat on the bench not talking, wondering whether anyone felt as they did; they didn't know they could be each other's perfect company.
the further I went my anticipation grew stronger...
what would be there? For nobody knew exactly what we could find. I kept digging until I felt my shovel hit something hard. I leaned down and dusted it off to find...

...
Igneous rock. Obsidian to be precise. Cool, dark, glassy obsidian. Black as #@$%!! and sharp at its edges.
...
And he said to me, "Your a bloody racist, right?" I said back, "Yeah, cool, eh?" He didn't like that and took to twitter to tell the world I was a racist. Only thing is, the world didn't know me. I wasn't a celebrity. Therefor my racist thing did not count. It wasn't worth peoples time to take to twitter and pretend to be outraged because I said I was a racist. I was telling all this to a friend in a bar in Morocco. Only the friend wasn't really listening. He was to busy posting rubish on twitter on his cell phone.
The lady of first floor don't want to believe God.
The man at the desk didn't want to believe that his wife was cheating on him
None of it made any sense, however, he continued, for there was nothing else he could do.
IDIOT
The night crept in like a bad virus. I felt tired and abandoned .
I spit for the last time.
I have the worst nightmare, I could not remember what it was about but I know it was the worst I have ever had.
In case of reality press fear with secret suspicions and enjoy my senile climb.
a squidgeee think
first thing that comes to my mind when i see those words is the movie "The NeverEnding Story" out in 1984 & my gosh, i lost count of how many times i've watched it, over & over again when i was a kid & i've watched it again recently & oh, it still feel so good! atreyu! bastian!! falkor!!! Ahh.. sweet memories & nostalgia.. :D admire perspire full glow gown now within around
It was a day which she would forget, quite easily, in fact, until twenty years later, when he came knocking on her door.
I used to think magick was bogus but after Felix left me I felt open-minded to try it. Maybe I was desperate too. But this is real! You restored the love we had for each other. And now he proposed as you promised he would! I am your friend forever and very grateful for all of this. I will come back again, very soon.
then she #@$%!!ed her husband
lol
I see you with her and i have to stop myself from crying...
i wish that you were mine ...
How pure your soul has become. ...
I will not forget you, I will never stop loving you.
I see you with her and i have to stop myself from crying...
i wish that you were mine ...
How pure your soul has become. ...
I will not forget you, I will never stop loving you.
I stole the 20 dollars from him and started to flirt with him until we were starting to strip.
I love every moment...

I love every moment...

I loved every moment...

:S
I stole a dildo from her drawer
One day
A giant fat guy went to eat a burger.
so sassy...
..
Eat pop.
He lives a normal life
He lives a normal life
He lives a normal life
Then suck on it
PENOSIS
Good morning sunshine You once were mine But then the shade came and took you away Ho I remember the bay Or it was in the other day That we kissed for the first time There were people who thought that's a crime I would give everything that I have in order to dance with you once again I would give everything that I have in order to banish the pain
Good morning sunshine You once were mine But then the shade came and took you away Ho I remember the bay Or it was in the other day That we kissed for the first time There were people who thought that's a crime I would give everything that I have in order to dance with you once again I would give everything that I have in order to banish the pain
every where here there was dark.
just kidding there was no dark every where there was sunshine.
Thats when I realized that there is a time of night that looks just like the dusk Where we walk in calmest strides for we've completed what we must The cool wind on our neck and the grey clouds on our eyes. The time will go where it is led, be it to or from the day's sunrise. But which would it be? I ask you here and now. Would you take my hand regardless? And for a night with me, would you risk noon sun's furnace?
Thats when I realized that there is a time of night that looks just like the dusk Where we walk in calmest strides for we've completed what we must The cool wind on our neck and the grey clouds on our eyes. The time will go where it is led, be it to or from the day's sunrise. But which would it be? I ask you here and now. Would you take my hand regardless? And for a night with me, would you risk noon sun's furnace?
Thats when I realized that there is a time of night that looks just like the dusk Where we walk in calmest strides for we've completed what we must The cool wind on our neck and the grey clouds on our eyes. The time will go where it is led, be it to or from the day's sunrise. But which would it be? I ask you here and now. Would you take my hand regardless? And for a night with me, would you risk noon sun's furnace?
And with that twenty dollars I took my beloved's hand and got down on one knee and begged her to love me until the very end. To love me wether I was poor or rich. To love me for me not who she wants to be. For I love her for her. I could not ask for a more perfect being. Her beauty was uncompariable. I love her imagination,her personality,the way she's not afraid to love, the way her emotions effect me goo or bad, I love her for her and I would not ever ask her to change. With every breath I take it will be by her side. I will not commit adultery. I will not judge you for you. I will love you until my very last breath. I have found my one. My one true love. No one can ever replace you my darling. My sweet Gretchen I vow all of this to you and no one else. I want a long happy life with you. I love you.
His fingers twisted in the twine of her hair, eyes glazed over as hope finds a hearing in the silence. She reached for his, a tactile captivation, moments not miles reached between them.
His fingers twisted in the twine of her hair, eyes glazed over as hope finds a hearing in the silence. She reached for his, a tactile captivation, moments not miles reached between them.
His fingers twisted in the twine of her hair, eyes glazed over as hope finds a hearing in the silence. She reached for his, a tactile captivation, moments not miles reached between them.
His fingers twisted in the twine of her hair, eyes glazed over as hope finds a hearing in the silence. She reached for his, a tactile captivation, moments not miles reached between them.
His fingers twisted in the twine of her hair, eyes glazed over as hope finds a hearing in the silence. She reached for his, a tactile captivation, moments not miles reached between them.
His fingers twisted in the twine of her hair, eyes glazed over as hope finds a hearing in the silence. She reached for his, a tactile captivation, moments not miles reached between them.
His fingers twisted in the twine of her hair, eyes glazed over as hope finds a hearing in the silence. She reached for his, a tactile captivation, moments not miles reached between them.
His fingers twisted in the twine of her hair, eyes glazed over as hope finds a hearing in the silence. She reached for his, a tactile captivation, moments not miles reached between them.
His fingers twisted in the twine of her hair, eyes glazed over as hope finds a hearing in the silence. She reached for his, a tactile captivation, moments not miles reached between them.
His fingers twisted in the twine of her hair, eyes glazed over as hope finds a hearing in the silence. She reached for his, a tactile captivation, moments not miles reached between them.
His fingers twisted in the twine of her hair, eyes glazed over as hope finds a hearing in the silence. She reached for his, a tactile captivation, moments not miles reached between them.
His fingers twisted in the twine of her hair, eyes glazed over as hope finds a hearing in the silence. She reached for his, a tactile captivation, moments not miles reached between them.
His fingers twisted in the twine of her hair, eyes glazed over as hope finds a hearing in the silence. She reached for his, a tactile captivation, moments not miles reached between them.
His fingers twisted in the twine of her hair, eyes glazed over as hope finds a hearing in the silence. She reached for his, a tactile captivation, moments not miles reached between them.
His fingers twisted in the twine of her hair, eyes glazed over as hope finds a hearing in the silence. She reached for his, a tactile captivation, moments not miles reached between them.
His fingers twisted in the twine of her hair, eyes glazed over as hope finds a hearing in the silence. She reached for his, a tactile captivation, moments not miles reached between them.
His fingers twisted in the twine of her hair, eyes glazed over as hope finds a hearing in the silence. She reached for his, a tactile captivation, moments not miles reached between them.
I want to make it clear, You need to stay away, Loving me is dangerous, Don't confuse my cold burn for heat, I'll leave your heart shredded at my feet.
I have loved you so much than myself. You promised to me that you never leave me. But now you left me. I have forgotten to keep something for my self. So now I am nothing without you. So please come back. I need you back. I cant live without you..,
I have loved you so much than myself. You promised to me that you never leave me. But now you left me. I have forgotten to keep something for my self. So now I am nothing without you. So please come back. I need you back. I cant live without you..,
Your lips tasted like bacon, so salty and delicious.
Your lips tasted like bacon, so salty and delicious.
Your lips tasted like bacon, so salty and delicious.
Your lips tasted like bacon, so salty and delicious.
Your lips tasted like bacon, so salty and delicious.
1 in the pink, 2 in the stink
1 in the pink, 2 in the stink
1 in the pink, 2 in the stink
1 in the pink, 2 in the stink
1 in the pink, 2 in the stink
1 in the pink, 2 in the stink
1 in the pink, 2 in the stink
1 in the pink, 2 in the stink
1 in the pink, 2 in the stink
1 in the pink, 2 in the stink
1 in the pink, 2 in the stink
1 in the pink, 2 in the stink
1 in the pink, 2 in the stink
Then I sat up from a weird dream, and went to work like any other day.
anus
anus
your bacon tasted like lips, juicy lips
squeeze one out of your chocolate starfish, he commanded arrogantly
touch your toes up it goes!
ee aye ee aye oh, up your skin chimney we go!
the end
and they all lived happily ever after
My love for her will be unforgettable, her long reddish brown hair, hazel eyes and a smile i rarely see. But that smile makes my world worth living for. I lust for her every touch and every moment i spend with her, that every moment makes life so much fuller and bright. She will never understand the love that burns with in me, that make me weep when I'm not by her side. I feel empty, i feel lost, i feel alone without the reddish brown hair hazel eyed girl in my life.
The sun came up and I knew how it would end, I felt it in his touch, I saw it in his eyes. We both knew this would come, who were we kidding? Ourselves? Maybe for a time. Friends who became lovers. I realized you were that empty space in my heart, you filled it so completely but now it aches for you because although you will always be there, there is a vacancy you cannot fill. I will alway love you, you are part of me. You will always be part of me. Whats that line from one of our favorite songs? "its better to feel pain than nothing at all, the opposite of love is indifference"...
...
..So I will embrace this pain because to feel pain is to know you have loved and how I loved you so. But a new chapter must begin. For you for me for us. We will go on but my love for you will never falter. Wherever we end up in life, will you remember our love?
I cry my eyes out almost every night, My heart aches for you as I continue to scream your name. I now realize that you were never mine, that this fairytale I dreamed of was just that, a #@$%!!ing dream. You were never mines and I was never yours. I was the stupid teenager, in Houston pretending I was your girlfriend, while you of course were Zayn Malik, world-famous pop-star, touring the world. I saw, scratch that, I see you every hour, whether its on my laptop, phone, ipad, T.V., in my head, or in my dreams. And it eats me up inside to know you belong to another, that you'll never know who I am. This is just a reminder that I'll stay hidden, in the shadows of fans, and I'll be there, in the crowd smiling at you, as you come out on stage and look across the crowd. I know I'll be just another screaming fan, just another face you'll never recognize. - Anonymous
aardappelpuree?
Sometimes it's better to not find what you have been looking for for years. Because when you do it might not be everything you expected and your now looking back at lost time. Memories of the path leading you to someone running through your mind bring you to tears as you lay awake in the hotel bed in tears while she's sleeping next to you...
..
She promised to be mine if only I can come and be by her side !
She promised to be mine if only I can come and be by her side !
Death. This word is scary. But I'm not afraid now...
I want to lose ! There's nothing in this world, that I want to protect or I love. I just hate everything and everyone. So.. I just want to.. Die.
I wanted to have him, I love him so much, but he doesn't see it. that's terrible. So now my feelings are right. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM. I HATE HIM!
I once knew a boy who fell inlove with a girl and smiled at the thought of her name. I once new a girl who fell inlove with a boy and felt the very same. But it became a struggle, and timing was wrong and love decided they didn't belong.
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Jessica-Wednesday
I can't find the girl Me not bad for me and I will follow you
There was a boy who I thought was cute who roamed the halls that fall his eyes were as blue as the sky and he smirked at me There was a boy who I thought was beautiful who roamed the halls that winter his eyes were as blue as my soul and he waved at me There was a boy who I thought was amazing who roamed the halls that spring his eyes were blue as the ocean and he gave me his phone number There was a boy who I thought was perfect who stole my heart who didn't roam the halls that summer before break I got to see his breath taking eyes one last time his eyes took my breath away as I found his breathless body on the bathroom floor his eyes were vacant now, with no soul; an abyss I was looking in I cried out "help" but I was far to late and he wrote me "seasons come and change, and people do to, but always remember my dear, I will always love you"
My story. There is a boy who catches my bus who has bluey-grey eyes as clear as the lake the kid go swimming in. He sits with his friends and laughs a lot at little things. And when his friends are silent, he looks out the window. I sit two seats behind him and I think he's beautiful. There is a boy who catches my bus who acts happy every morning from 7am. He sits with his friends and gives them empty smiles and wears long sleeves in the middle of the summer. I sit two seats behind him and I still think he is beautiful. There is a boy who catches my bus who has bluey-grey eyes as empty as the lake the kids go in, winter. He sits with his friends and stares at his lap and when his friends say something funny, he doesn't laugh anymore. I sit two seats behind him and I think he's beautiful. There was a boy who caught my bus who was found by his parents after he had shot himself. He wrote a letter to his friends and told them that he loved them. He wrote a letter to his parents saying sorry. And he wrote a letter to a sad girl who sat two seats behind him on the bus, and he told her that she was beautiful.
I fall for him. He doesn't catch me . I get back up & fall again . He's left scares on my heart . But yet was the piece that holdsw together .
U gay
All the roads were blocked, she realized. There was no way she could get through in time.
I am sorry. I know I had promised you this wouldn't happen but the promise I made was empty. I didn't mean for it to happen nor did I want it to but you had treated me so indifferent that I had gotten use to it. He helped me see that I did not deserve that, no one does. In helping me see what you are not he helped me see what I want. I want him, not you. I am sorry, truly sorry but I can not fight it. Please forgive me but maybe one day you will find the girl who was worth your attention. I on the other hand will be happy with him. I am sorry.
beautiful
"There once was a never ending story of a man who enjoyed to fish."
So that morning he took his bait and tackle to the end of the dock, and there she was! Just as he had remembered her from five years ago with her auburn hair hanging loosely down her back in soft curls. But what do you say when two old lovers meet? Hello and how are you, I wish I was still the one you dreamed about? And now...
What about his wife sleeping so trustingly at home?
However, all those years ago she was a child. A child who had to learn not to speak, feel or be
But it doesn't matter, though.
Deep down,I'm very shallow
a secret is buried deep in her heart, with nowhere to hide but in the soul of an innocent child eating her joy away bit by bit.
If we try to remember u were loss then empty your mind beform-less, Shapeless like water now put water in the cup it be comes cup u put water
I thought I forgot him but then I realized, every time I see a shooting star, I wish for him to come.
post-nothing
Around that time, I discovered how to not have anymore friends for the rest of my life ever forever.
Until today, I never understood the complexity of people. Why do they have no soul? They show no consideration for others. They will sit there in misery for the rest of their lives, enjoying their #@$%!! sandwiches forever. Forever.
A never ending story doesn't end, as the name would have you believe, but that isn't really true. Never ending stories may not end, but they dissolve, deform, and break down. They come down in misery, but it doesn't know that it once was something, something great and beautiful...
Cause one thing that all things that don't end have in common is this: They don't end, but they still age, weather they like it or not. This is why immortality is a torture worse than hell. So I will take the honor to try to give this broken could-have-been as good of stitches as I can provide. Although I try to mend it, I know its no use. It's still immortal, it's still hasn't ended. So, it'll keep going on and on for all of time, it will continue bleeding, breaking, and crying...
until someone comes along and kills this injured animal, as wonderful as it is. So I wish to declare this as my own makeshift ending to one that doesn't. Just a make-believe ending, I know, but hopefully it'll help this little creature of a tale feel better...

I wish I had grown up to become a prettier person not just on the outside, but the inside as well. I wish my dad never beat my mom or my siblings and I. I wish I never saw my dad commit that crime or snort cocaine in the front seat of our car. I wish I had never moved away from the place I grew up my entire life. I wish I never had cut myself. I wish others didn't judge me for finding piercings and hair dye my perception of beauty. I wish I was skinnier. I wish I knew who I really was and loved myself for all that came along
I yam what I yam and that's all that yam
Indian proverb: They killed her trees, so she became tears and now she lives among the clouds. The Prajnaparamita: Form is emptiness and emptiness is form...
we remain empty of ourselves...
full of all else. And so a Jedi warrior must have no great passion, whether lust or hate or love...
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waking up to dance again all my fears are lifted sky is bright sunshine in the air breathing in the warm air 4th of july seeig u i dance again butterflys.. the crystal moonlight is in ur eyes
There was a gunshot.All eyes turned to that direction.
I was the last person to see Bill alive. It was about midnight the night before his death and he asked me for warm milk. The cup fell on the floor and spilled. He was apologetic and said he could not feel his hands. He said to me, “I think I am dying”. I listened to his lungs and heart. They seemed strong to me, but I asked him if he wanted to go to the hospital and he emphatically said, “No”. So I fluffed his pillows and kissed him on his forehead. I told him that I loved him and would see him in the morning. He died in his sleep early in the morning, September 29, 2012.
She straightens her hair, puts on her eyeliner, glosses her lips & takes one last look in the mirror, all for the boy who will never care.
In three years time, will we meet again in a cafe and talk about what we were to afraid to talk about three years ago. I loved you while you loved her and loved me at the same time. You broke my heart but I'm not heartbroken. You made me more than you'll know. - James
Wesley stromberg showed up
and i told him to get lost
I ran around forever and a day then i finally found you and i thought that we would be together till the end what an autumn mystic full cause we have tried now you and I are reached the time to say goodbye it's hard to say, gonna find a way see I, I love you for so long
you can never be overdressed or overeducated
she goes up to this man and straight into his eyes ,He is not wearing his glasses, and He does not recognize her
and when that smile comes I won't know where to put it 'til I carve it into someone who looks like he understood it.
It's okay to make mistakes, suffer again and again. Make my love grow up each new day. Kiss every little part of my neck, pain can have a taste of pleasure.
All I want is you to show me your love for me forever!! Love U XXXOOO
I came...
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to the conclusion you have a dirty mind XD
Zeus used to brag to all the girls that he had the most stylish back-flip technique. So when Arkanan moved into town they didn't know what hit them. Zeus didn't seem to be back-flip king anymore in the eyes of the ladies...

The warmth of the daytime seemed like a dream now.
A weather front was stalled out in the Pacific--like a lonely person, lost in thought, oblivious of time.
He would be riding on the subway or writing formulas on the blackboard or having a meal or (as now) sitting and talking to someone across a table, and it would envelop him like a soundless tsunami.
You could laugh forever but never end up happy.
Those last lines were song titles from Cloudkicker's new album. Subsume
My eyes were ridden with fleas.
I mean it. I know a bit of steamy action is so near to you right now. Because I'm totally up for it, that's why! Don't go to shady places looking for fun. Check me out from your spent or phone. See how naughty and willing I am. That's what these crazy photos are for. And then, it's good old fun. We can even end up as friends with benefits, or more than that. Who knows! But we need to start with something. So drop me a line right here!
when i reached home i was completly taken a back
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"I swear passionately to love you, now and forever. I promise to keep this feeling. I know, it is love one for the rest of life. And I always, will always remember that even if something will separate us, we will always find the road to each other"
then one day they got internet.. that's wen things changed he met a girl online hey exchanged sexy pictures and where in a secret online relationship, until one day while he was gone she looked through his history and found that hoe and it wasn't very pleasant wen he got home...

Everything ends Everything fades Everything passes and withers away Now look at us Too late to pretend Cause everything changes Everything ends...

Though the end of all is the beginning of something. Nothingness begins when everything else goes; then the end starts to begin...
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Love
Penis
I inserted my penis into her ass and she shouted with joy. Shortly after that another penis got into her vagina.
That empty shell is just a feeling we all experience so why do I feel like I'm full of ignorance why do I feel a boulder in my gut or that I'm stuck in a burning hut I have the feeling of sorrow but my life says ignore it just wait for tomorrow but my tomorrow could be just another obstacle that stares at me but I'm alone in empty
but empty had a brother, and oh brother what a bother he was. every day empty and his brother would hike the forest, through hills lush with verdant brush, foraging for mushrooms and other edibles. empty's brother had a name known only to his brother, empty.
he wrote haiku with extra syllables. and they rhymed too. empty would say, "these poems are bad, you should do something else. they make me want to cry." but the nameless brother persevered. sometimes they were 6-7-6 and had rhymes with orange. other days they were quite limerickly, an Astonishing feat given their short length. Sometimes they rhymed with penis, but most didn't.
timing was wrong and love decided that they did'nt belond
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and that sir is why we never ask the customer which side of the canoe they thrust their paddle. Keep in mind that we're here to sell apparel, perfumes, and whatnots. Not to assess our clients proclivities, persuasions, or preferences. Unless you can wear them, smell them, or whatnot them."
"the merchandise that is. What you do on your off time is none of my business."
The scariest part of dating someone is the fact you're either going to marry the person and live happily ever after or you're going to break up with the person and have a broken heart and only memories
Because a broken heart hurts, just like having broken ribs. No one can see your wound, but it feels impossible to breathe.
What is love anyways?
the end.
or is it? has it all just begun? this life. this story. all begins to twist and blur into a never ending spiral of unprecedented holiness. a love story to thick it makes the strong tremble were they speak.
Then the light turned green and I left
He doesn't love me how I love him...

It's time to burn these letters unsent Of feelings and memories of the past Time is not meant to be kept And these feelings I will outlast
And Forward walked the tilling beasts and creatures of all shapes and sizes to the Mart of Wal. Clinging forever to their sagging thigh flaps the Mufflumps shuffled through the never ending cases of 1.99 T-shirts and BOGO Red Pop.
This is how it has to be.
I'm sorry for everything i had done. Just know that if we never speak again i am forever changed by who you are and what you mean to me. I left when i didnt think i had a choice, but if i could go back and change it i would. You made me understand why people wrote songs, poems and books about "that feeling". Every moment with you was so real i didn't dare close my eyes, because what if we were just a dream and it all ended when i slept. I wish i could see your face again, even if you dont see me. I would cross the globe for you. Maybe one day i'll show up at your doorstep in the middle of the night, and i know you wont act surprised because that moment was what we've been waiting for this whole time. Even if we never speak again, just know that i loved you. Always have, always will. --from KL, your first date, your first kiss, your first girlfriend, your first love.
dont live alone or you will died by yourself and see the light at the end of the life by YOURSELF FOOL
THAT I WILL ALWAY LOVE and never ever forget you my love now and forever.
She cried. She cried the saddest of cries, when the tears start flowing, air becomes harder to breath, & all the world seemed to stop spinning just to watch. If you ever cried like that, than you will understand. &if you haven't, I hope you never learn
Time To Put That Wall Back Up, I Won't Be Fooled Again.
The woman, unbeknownst to me, had an appetite for fat chocolate bananas.
wolf at the gates
I want to die. Have you ever been there? Have you ever felt that? It isn't a pleasant feeling I can assure you. You see, it's not just a feeling. It's a point of view. It's not like in movies where you see thinks dark and sad. I still see the colors. But they have no meaning. I still see the light, but there's a different darkness. One taking up the space of happiness, and happiness is not light. Many events gave me this point of view. Mostly just big problems. And nice people, people like you, who want to help will get me to discuss the problems, maybe even find the answers. But what most people won't realize (it even took me some time to realize) is that even with problems saved, my point of view is still the same. Let me describe to you what I see. I see an escape. Yes, you're right, this is an ESCAPE, I'm a COWARD, I should look for a solution. But I'm too far in to find a solution. I only have an escape. Some people have told me I'm a horrible person if I were to do this to my family, or my friends, but it isn't my intention to harm them. And yes, I'm a selfish b.i.t.c.h if I'm going to leave them to mourn me. But what about me? Don't I deserve a break from this misery? From whatever is inside me that won't let me breathe?
IN YOU TODAY NEVER COMES TO AN END AND YET DOES COME TO AN END IN YOU BECAUSE TIME AS WELL AS EVERYTING ELSE EXIST IN YOU
He was different and so was she, they each had their own lives, totally different lives. But there was one thing they both had, love. Their love for eachother, they stare at eachother, memories flooding back, and so does her eyes, until she hears her name being shouted. It was a mans voice, he stood there understanding that he was too late. She had moved on, but, what will happen now that he's back? And he's not giving up on her, not without a fight.
K
Every attempt i make to cpature her heart and fill her soul,not with my touch but with my love I love her and so blur is wether she feels this emotion for me as much as i do or even more peharps Am i to blame for being a virgin at love,my virgin heart has been broken i am impure not stained My will go on but in pain I long to banish something from heart but unclear is if it is my love for you or my pain I love you but mostly tried to be convinced that it is an obssession I love you and that i know My heart beats but only for you not for me to survive i cant live with this My pain bound to be with me forever twins with my love PHOBIA!!.. Is that it?? Is that what my heart feels??..what am i supposed to do.. As much as it hurts i smile and wave with a needle stuck inside of me! Your brown eyes and your smile Your embrace and your kiss Your heavy breath on my neck and your good morning kiss That i can't get over They say obscenity is what you chase but your eyes speak a different language I dont understand But what i do know is my heart will go on...
Go on loving you even in my death,in my last breath and in my depature i proclaim you the love of my life and my death! I LOVE YOU CHARMING HINTS PROGRESS REGARDLESS OF THE NAIT
falling in love with him was like falling asleep:slowly, and then all at once
You are more beautiful than the colors of the skies, and the silver lining of the clouds, and the guiding lightning of the moon. To me, you're more beautiful than the sun is to the sky.And you make each day worth living.
if he was an angel, why would god even let such a beautiful angel walk on this terrible world (b.e)
I accidentally fell in love with a singer I immersed myself in the sound of his voice And breathed in the scent of his words And I swear I could feel his heart beating in my hand when I sang along to my favorite song I accidentally fell in love With a singer And he never Even learned my name (b.e)
Their eyes Never actually met Their skins Never actually touched But somehow It's his face That could warm her heart It's his voice That drifts her to sleep And how the sound of his name Is like a symphony to her She spends most of her day Wondering When are they going to meet ? (b.e)
Up to my last breath I will burn all the sins inside the darkness, because the darkness is where I belong, for ever and alone
Day by day i see the sun reflect the ocean in your eyes . And may I say it did not take me by surprise . I knew your beauty like a part of me because it was undoubtfylly endlessly .
He hit me once he hurt me hard . But I'm still here holding out my heart .
One day I'm back home i found a shining star the moment i picked it up
When you're not expecting something and it happens. Like words that you never expected to hear were said to you. It happened. He said he loved me. He haven't said it in awhile now. I think he meant it, but I know he meant it in a best friend kinda way. It makes me both sad and happy at the same time because when he said that, it made me feel like I play a pretty important role in his life but he'll never love me the way I want him to. I never really gave up on him. I know because it still hurts to see him with the girl that's crushing on him. I think he likes her too. And above all of that, she's really pretty. I don't think I can compete and that kinda sucks.
Oneday you'll forget the fact that long distance in a relationship is never a hindrance...
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When I think of loving you, I think of no one else but you...
in my heart is you...
in my dreams is you...
.Everyday, I think of nothing else but you...
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suddenly a new lover came
Every day that passes me by there is not one second that my three little angels are not on my mind I ask the lord every day to please guide you back my way I love you "A.S.A","R.H.S"& D.E.S LOVE ALWAYS "A.M.Q"
Every day that passes me by there is not one second that my three little angels are not on my mind I ask the lord every day to please guide you back my way I love you "A.S.A","R.H.S"& D.E.S LOVE ALWAYS "A.M.Q"
when i look up at the beautiful stars and realize i'm in bliss?
Goodbye my dear I must leave this place. Come to me in my dreams and when I awake I shall sing again to ease the pain and hopeless longing of the day
imagine you have already visited your favorite cities. First ,fill in the rough Writing Map. Second ,follow the steps in the Train Yourself box in 9. Finaly,write a short article about them andyour experiences
Poop. Like, totally poo!! XD
I was about to cut my veins because I can't stand my life but I remembered my 5 reasons why I love my life are
a hat, on your shoe
i love you til the last time i breath
never had been so scared in my life
Man, its 2014 already!
“Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them"if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry.”
I won't love you any less in winter. I think that my heart just wasn't meant for the cold.
But the cold doesn't bother me. See i could write you a different story. A different beginning. A different end. But would you want it. Would you want to change everything you ever were. Would you want to replace yourself by something plastic and robotic. I thought not
And they all died happily ever after. c:
Baby cant sleep cause I am thinking of you! Hope you are thinking about me too! Hope your dreams are feeling well! Much of love and kisses to my angel
For all my moments...
I have never seen a thief so graceful.
Memory
a melody or a moment?
I'm 12 and what is this???
I don't know you, but I like your eyes
I believe in magic
Blessing Melody. The girl that changed the world. ...
Starting with this! :D
You'd destroy me and I'd let you. Over and over again. because once you've known love it's different
#@$%!! offf
#@$%!! off too from : L-3-G-3-N-D
Though its difference serves only to inspire hope in the inevitable repartition, no matter how foolish.
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Fear God, and keep his commandments.
and she was like im an idot and grabed a ray gun
i had never met a man
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You look up at the African man above you and your arms wrap around his neck and you pull your face to his for a long deep kiss.Your actions surprise him but your tongue is working inside his mouth
Because people have begun to lose their hopes and forget their dreams. So the Nothing grows stronger.
it was difficult for me to see the darkness.l look at the sky and smile at bright stack of light.
Erm.. Idk xD
but when he speaks it's as if the world will stop maybe [for a little while] I can stay but only because you said so but you laugh and call me things and it's as if I'm the only girl for you and you tell me so and I believe you because you are who you are and you are my universe my star from our hands we'll trace the universe and see the depthless horizons reach for the stars from which your fingertips point out and I swear to love you and love as if there was none in the world left for us
My dad was allways happy when he was fishing. is this a main ideas in a store
I got my hand burn
Do you know who you are until you lose who you were. That one girl who talks non-stop, and smiles, is the one who holds her mom together. The girl who always laughed, is the one who made her brother blind from their surroundings until dad was done fighting with mom, finally cried. The girl that never stopped trying, gave up, she stopped smiling for her mom, stopped laughing in the other room with her brother. She wasnt black and blue, but emotionally bruised. Maybe a year ago is when she woke up to reality, you cant help anyone until you help yourself. See she can be brilliant, but she's a coward. Guess we are who we are for many reasons, and maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we dont have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there, We can still do things, and we can try to feel okay about them.
My Passions Are With You .. My Dreams Will Come True You Know How Much I love You .. So I Can't Part Away From You
Sometime I wonder, should I smile because we're friends or cry because that's all we're ever going to be...
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maybe I loved you too much, maybe I wasn't your type, but you knew I'd loved you. But still you didn't care :/ Why ? My only question. I can't confess my love to you because I don't have the courage, even that you don't love me like I do. I never want you to fade from my life. Even if it pains me to see you with her, I don't want you to go away from my memories, I honestly don't. I <3 You Sean. #R@dH@
It Pays to wait
I'm tired, so I'll go to sleep early this evening. Good day even if Jasmin cried already because she wants her mummy. Good afternoon, Bisouxxxxxxxx (not kiss)
wish I had a time machine ...
. to whether all this time I'm fighting for you will be worth it to you ...
I love you but every day that passes I feel that not to meet ah
I wish this story would end, because it's not very good!
I want the man that texts me good morning because he wakes up with me on his mind and wants me to know. The man that calls me to say good night because he wants to hear my voice before he drifts off to sleep...
The man that balances his time so that he can maintain his own identity and friendships (because I have girls nights as well) but also creates "us" time because he genuinely "wants" and is proud to have me by his side. The man that can make me laugh, thats far more valuable to me than flowers or dinner...
. And in turn, I would let down my guard, open the gates and nurture you as no one has before...

because to love is to live and living is all I want to do!
A story that ends with the words: that experience will linger on my mind for a long time.
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and around with a burning passion that only two can see in a mirror image that encompasses every soul and being
I will end the world, I'm just waiting your eyes to be closed.
Write a story which includes the words: ‘I never realised how useful that item of clothing would be'.
and i thought : YOLOOOOOOOOOOO
Your eyes your smile your laugh your everything,you're my all time favourite,you're my other half,my life&a part of me
hi I am getting married in two weeks time .
I love my ring
The End
"But not yet...
.not yet" (Gladiator - 2000 A.D.)
As I sit here enjoying my music...
. I can't stop to think about all the joyous things in life...
The boy became a very happy man...
The man doesn't want to hurt anymore...
Put the pieces back together to be a simple man...
I simple man is what one needs to be complete...
Complete, now that not a work that can be in or out...
Out with the old and in with the new...
A new men is what I will be and have to be...
I love everyone, and it wasn't my time...
Time can be still as the night...
Night turns into to day, and day is great and beautiful...
I can't cry anymore...
And I will stop crying until the day we meet again...

hi
hello
The mitochondria is the power house of the cell.
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She's the only dream I ever had that didn't die in the face of reality.
we will not forget you ma'am
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and I said HAEEEYAEEEAEAYYEAYEAH
I HOPE YOU DO NOT THINK I POURED THE BLEACH ON YOUR SWEATER TO DESTROY YOU. I COULD HAVE SOLD THAT SWEATER FOR MORE CRACK...
MAKE HER CALL YOU MARSHMELLOW...

I wrote you a book, I made you a scrap of memories from the last 2 wks 2 months 2 days 2 hrs. actually 5 but it's always 2 to trashy no good good me...
Seriously though you were the one I counted on to be my friend first my partner in all "crime" whether real and moral. Though We were not bad. I tried to stop myself from ever letting you see the truth. I feared that the things that are would be. So I played a part in a failure of A loss to me that was the loss I knew was going to be the last time it hurt. The thing that made me all the things I was never really at all but thought to be and I owned it and I pretended not to care about my scarlett letter that i never deserved. Now I have done nothing new, nothing really but betray myself. Betray my pride and my pain has robbed me of any kind of motivation to move to and through this BLACK HOLE. I am yours. I am always. If you wanted to have me and asked for faithfulness from me I would be faithful. Not because I punish or am A "#@$%!! monger" but because I want to prove to you I will be ok. I feel so confused because I do not want to ever do anything that takes me further towards 37!!!! even though it's bout half now and not the thing that is more than and mine to remember without the need for a CAMERA dick head...
I would never. I have been there and felt that. Still feel it. I wonder if the red couch and the tears and death of my soul that i felt could TELL ME>TELLME TELLLLLL MEEEEEE<<< Louder look at me tell me. if you laugh and play the way you won. When I was not playing and do as i did for a great part of our movie, I thought I hid it. Thought you opened up to me because you felt able to be true. Not because you roberta flack and lauren hill cover song'd me YOU READ MY PRIVATE mind MR. Silver B. Brown btw your boots are shoes and I am the swoosh SO GD DAWG just do it. LOOK AT ME. TELLLLLLLL MEEEEEEE! CANNN I HAVE TRUTH? JUST COME INTO MY FLUFFY CLOUD AND SHOW ME HOW YOU LOVE APPLE. PIE SUGAR. I JUST NEED A PICTURE A VIDEO A EXPRESSION IN THOSE #@$%!!IN SOUL HOLDERS. AND LEEVE LEE AT HOME HE ALWAYS TRIES TO KILL ME SOFTLY OR BEAT MY ALREADY DEAD INSIDE WILD HEARTED HORSE TO DEATH. WHYYYYYY LEEEE I LOVE YOUR MITO-CON-DRAKA YOUR DNA IS THE LOVER I CRAVE BUT U ARE A MEAN MAN ERRRRLLL-EEEE I DON'T WANT TO CLIMB TO THE TOP OF THAT HOLLYWOOD SIGN WITH YOU. -JULIETTE AND YOUR STUPID CACTUS IF YOU HAD GIVEN ME ONE WOULD BE BROKEN LIKE THE TV. SORRY BTW.
Over 25 years passes once again I call the only number I've ever had. There you were on the other end.Three months later here you were,a few months later hands not to yourself, said go ahead I don't care, Call. I did now your there I am here. Waiting and praying that you are worth waiting for one more time.God I love you! !!
I'm a Russian girl
We most likely will never meet again. I hope we do. That was an awesome week. I don't think any of you understand what it meant to me. It was my last week as a normal teenager. Sure, I knew then that my sister had developed bulimia and was cutting, but for that one week, I could ignore it. I was in a different place. I was just the girl who likes science, not the girl with the crazy sister. I didn't have to hear her throwing up in our bathroom. So even though you all don't know what it means to me when we facebook chat, I wanted to thank you. Thank you for that week. It's not an infinity, not a big one, not a small one, just a week. But it was a good one.
I once came upon a never ending story and added a pointless sentence to it.
My brother put on "The Railway Man" yesterday and I found it hard to breathe. Trains, English countryside, you. All is gone.
and so on this day parity and order was restored to the world, david moye was sacked as manchester united manager, bringing relief and joy to hundreds of millions of fans across the planet earth.
No
You my dear husband are the Love of my LIFE. I just sorry that I am not yours. But, whats the line if you love someone set it free, if it does not come back...
.I not expecting you to come back. I know you are gone. Running away with her. But why did you have to do this to me? Why have me do the things that I did so now I will be homeless in a few months when I had a home when you came into my life. You made me feel a Love like I have never felt in my lifetime. You are good at acting I have to give that to you. I don't believe in that saying its good to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. that's bull#@$%!! its hurts too damn much. how long now since you walked out on me for her 11 months its stills hurts like hell and I stills cry like a baby. I still hate myself. I still wish I was dead. thanks my love
Call me a fool but i believe in the great unknown, what lays in the beyond and is beyond. For the feelings that have escaped me, i trusted none, and put all faith in the mighty power of chance. I was a lost cause awaiting for a dream that won't become.
What am I supposed to do? I can't see the light ever since I lost you. Was your love for me true? Can I wipe these tears away with your lies? As for my love for you never dies. Always, Forever, and for Eternity, here is where it lies. And can you hear my sighs. A million miles away all I can do is think of you. I wish i could see you. But its too late and your too far away.
I enjoy watching the men who walk around naked in the locker room
And there I slipped beneath the sea.
That feeling of not knowing what to feel because you are so torn between having to care so much and wanting to be indifferent at the same time.
A story what is a story? A story is something that came deep down from your soul. Every story you wrote has a piece of you in it no matter how long or short the story is.
you are a fat bastard
Write a story which includes the sentence: ‘Although I knew what I wanted to say, at the important moment I could not open my mouth.'
he gave a knowing smile and walked away
When the sun set yesterday, he left without ever looking back What he left behind was not a broken heart, But a memory of what we once used to be And then he remembered what we could have been If he just gave me a chance
For Life asked Death, " Why do people love me, yet hate you?" Death responded, " Because you are a Beautiful lie, and I am a painful truth."
Oh love where have you gone? Why have you left me for so long?
I was given a chance to remake the end of our story, even though that end still had to break me. I have no regrets. I would want to relive the moment we had. And I wouldn't exchange it for the world. I love you, still. I always did. I'll always will. But I had to make a choice. And I choose to carry on without you, knowing that I deserve more than this. I deserve better. This decision breaks my heart, yes, into pieces, if you only knew how much. But, in time, I'll be fine. I'll be just fine. I'll be alright.
I have chosen to rise above what you made me.
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show me your scars, he said. but...
..Why?" She Asked quizzically. I want to see how many times you needed me and i wasn't there,''he Whispered, a tear rolling down his cheekshow me your scars, he said. but...
..Why?" She Asked quizzically. I want to see how many times you needed me and i wasn't there,''he Whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek
I love you so much with him for a long time.He is well loved.Love Never Dies.Love you na
A angel and a devil fell in love, it did not end well
Two big cities so far apart, But they both fought the pain from the very start, Just two lovers trying to mend their broken heart.
Just because I don't show emotions does not mean I don't have any
A broken girl sings of shattered hearts and fallen things, and angels without wings...
(c.c)
But who has ever heard of an angel without wings?
Perhaps a metaphorical angel?
But then the day I died...
I watched as you never showed up to my funeral, and that's when I knew you never loved me. That's when I knew, that we were a lie.
the voice in my head told me i didn't deserve to live so i tried to cut the vein in my wrist and it actually worked, but now im dying slow and painfully. its to deep so the stitches wont even stop the bleeding. i asked to forgive me and stay with my family through all their pain and troubles. Hailey Sipe
i miss you honey. I always thought that there's a chance that we can be together. But it seems that luck or rather fate has something else set for us. But still i will always be there for you so don't hesitate to contact me. I'll miss you.
forever i'll be there for you
I did not know he still love but I love him very much it was every night you stay hiding under the covers crying really I need you by me side when I cry l need you to wipe the tears from my side to comfort me and asked why I want you inside me forever to my have a peaceful life despite anything stop you they will port the next step to be by his side to be with him here to
no matter what we do or where we go, the Moment is gonna always find us...
it happens all over again...
is this destiny or is this madness?
My soul feels in love but I know that's power. Every time I see her my heart becomes very lust. With just the blink of an eye she can devour. When I am with her my body can only trust. I know one day she is bound to leave fear. This relationship is up on the sun and coming never. Months and days pass I know the end is near. Our journey has only begun and will continue on forever. She wants to leave but I want her to stay. I had many memories with her I had to enjoy. When I am with her she paints a picture gray. Its Her smile and her laughter brings so much joy. Only the movement of time can tell our destiny. On that day I will be prepared for the best or worst.
All I can hope is she tastes like liverwurst
Mario Loves Rene always forever
Can't believe you left me
I remembered again,like those that time,like 6 years ago.My heart misses you as well as me.I want to see you again.Just as one year ago.
"This is the end, Blake" ."I know, Joyce."
I've come to understand that you just don't like me back. For what felt like ages to me, I've tried to make you notice me. I've tried to steal your heart. I've tried to make you love me unconditionally. At first I couldn't understand why you didn't. I mean, we were the best of friends, and there was an undeniable mutual feeling between us. You knew I would always be there, no matter what, and that I would back you up whatever the situation might be. The simple fact that you just didn't like me hit me like a thousand lighting bolts crushing into every cell of my body. I was mad; with you, with myself, with fate and destiny. I just didn't want to realize that my fairytale was not going to come true, and that you wouldn't sweep me off of my feet and take me to everlasting happiness on a white horse. Today, I can say I'm at ease with the world. I respect whatever you do. Because loving is respecting, and I love you to death. I just need you to know that I will always be there. You can come knocking at my door 10 years from now and I will still receive you with my arms wide open. I love you, even though you don't.
you is beoteful garle !!! I so happy , i have you and love !!! It not maney bat we have this !!!I LOVE you !!! forever tugether
Do u evr just crave someone's presence?
Do u ever just crave someone's presence? Like u just would literally be happy just sitting next to them it could be completely silent and it would just be magical to be there with them.
But love decided that they were wrong
I once had a heart and it was true but now it's gone from me to you so take care of it as I have done because now you have two and I have none."
Thanks to Allah that he gave me such a beautiful goddess like you! I very strongly love you!😚😘
And I'll die without you.
No matter what happens, I'll stay. If the sky falls, I'll stay. If the oceans flood, I'll stay. If my world burns, I'll stay. If my heart dies, I'll stay. I'll never leave you. (Well, unless someone gives me twenty bucks.)
Last day in 2014 Tell me something you have always wanted to tell me, or just say something makes me smile?''.
For I have become a living paradox. Some who wants love but despises it.
He realized that you can't live until you love.
#@$%!!s dick
I'm kidding with you Please forgive me on everything you probably will not see me a second time and goodbye
And sometimes you said good bye one day and in the second day you'll start to cry.. and it's hard to do not came back..
We are truly dead
We can't pretend, we can't deny. Shade without color, shape without movement.
And now, my little friends, it's the time to tell the history of GRAPOZ and his fellow group. Grapoz is, still living now, a undefined being ...
may be a redcat on upperside with a wooden legs on classical pants.
walk on the beach i heard the ocean and wave every night my dreams i know that my heart will go oh well stay for you are and always have been my dream having you in my life
I miss him & I wish he calls me up soon ...
.I am missing his voice which just moves my heart & melts my soul ...
I effing miss you
But, where?
Puppets
my name is Satan
Which language do bollywood actors normaly speak
HI
Thou' it come no more Never, never, never, never, never look on her, look, her lips, look there, look there
Gratitude is due for i never gave up because of you, thank you
i didn't know the pain that day would bring when my heart stop beating and i couldn't do thing
I #@$%!! everything up..
Yeah, that's it.
i was alone because i never found you
I am counting the days to be with you again. No matter how long it takes the love we've built will never lose its strength, respect and kindness. Our love will last for a life time. Thank you for being the man that I always dreamed about. I love you! Emoticon heart
I am counting the days to be with you again. No matter how long it takes the love we've built will never lose its strength, respect and kindness. Our love will last for a life time. Thank you for being the man that I always dreamed about. I love you! Emoticon heart
It's come into my life , and it makes me happy. It make me smile and I want him to stay
What a day to be alive.
Let your smile change the world ,but do not let the world change your smile
red eyes, couldn't sleep for hours because breathing was hard. #@$%!!ing spring. #pollen
Hi
I love you always be that person who robbed me that smile every morning are my world my love my life are my everything I love you happy day two you always
I love you always be that person who robbed me that smile every morning are my world my love my life are my everything I love you happy day two you always
Can we make some cool memes a ironic voice cried out
There is not a moment during the day that I stop thinking about you. You are apart of my soul, like the sunrise in the morning is how you cam into my life. For you the rain stops and the sun starts shining. Since the day I met you, when I looked at you I knew that my pain wouldn't hurt no more, it would be happiness forever. We are going to be 2 loving couples for eternity. If I wouldn't have meet you I don't know what would happen to me. Without your loving look, I wouldn't live, without the beating of your heart the world is colder. All my life I have been waiting for you, my love. This is what I really needed to tell you
sure why not
Soft kiss with warm hug. Will show u how match I miss u
Iwill forever trrasure this apple that you gaveto me. I promise
So say goodnight and wipe those eyes, 6 more weeks and il be by your side, its never been never been too easy for me to be this far away and oh i swear these sleepless nights are gonna be the death of me
Memories and associations accumulated rapidly. These things could completely overrun our life and make it impossible to learn and retrieve new things if they were left alone, and could just overpower the rest of memory. Countless days, nights, meetings, commutes and other unremarkable events went by, well, unremarked. They didn't make a lasting impression on the brain or they were overwritten by so many similar experiences that they are hard to retrieve. In short, they've been forgotten.
Poop
Is my life now and I love it.
First love never dies,am glad you are there for me because am there for you.
I might not see your beautiful blue eyes Again. But I will make you immortal with poems, my love.
do not always know the sadness on his face when the sight of tears will be shed because sometimes heart breaking to life and yet mouth laugh
perspire
here
Don't look at me that way Like you know how it's going to end 'Cause I'm too tired to be honest And I'm too hurt to pretend Darling, some wounds will not mend
through this ink I will proclaim, my heart you fondly tamed , and I will always loving you till death , we wont part. go
through this ink I will proclaim, my heart you fondly tamed , and I will always loving you till death , we wont part. go
smell of winter mean good things gonna happen again
more than ,smile,tears,loneliness,sadness , love every think it your
lovely saness so super awesum
then the super awesom teddy the great reascued tha lost dog oscar the great no realy my mom found a dog that i named oscar my mom called anamal control to pick up the dog.
are you seriose that is not part of the story stupid why dont you preach some place else!!!!!!!!
love is a inner feeling for someone which is unmeasurable n in defined...
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I want to: To no one ever in my life I did not betray me. What would you never made stupid mistakes. And the conclusion - I'm selfish
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and do not forget you are my life, my soul! Ever!
The Thought Man- is verse Sometimes I stay in the army of fightin even it was my last on the k and never get off an it was my last day.An this life again that was meanin to pay attention as I wasnt pretendin in my life life like this! at in play I think it was not a great idea if i was telling someone on my lover after tears.That will them and hurt me all over on my heart, and I ever think what I will get laughed of somethin it does in sense.As it is now I dont get time on borin things, it is me to be free in women is act like a soldier.When it was him and out my feelings on her that he also hurt me on my shoulder.Maybe he can hurt me again in every life, i aint gotta be afraid and gave him my another smileWhen i take my trust of things i know like it is on music, because there it was a way of showin gap.But we have never being in singled from people like a crew in rap.It is me every morning that i wake-up and trap a music like a soccer player with my flow i mean it with my step...
The Thought Man- is hook as i think that she wasnt used everyday and get time or kiss me, sometimes it was god peace me on heart.If I was wrong and being in struggled like this! on my mind on following things me up in the crib.An nothing of chaos my life on her in a drip of injury.As i used to talk with her now i am tired as i fell in love again, as is to fell at down into sleep.And only if you say it was love after tears. The thought Man- is verse number two aiyo and when i was takin a shower it was me so cool and i am about to raise our relationship between in hour.It is fine like i needed power like this! never my body to get rest at fest.And when i call her it is very night.All i am right that i will be free with her and our energy on the light.And when i looked her and when i wanted to give her a one love that i have with no shady.Like i dont ever to lose my proud to give her a baby.I wasnt needed like this and out our feelings so early.And everyday that you were deep and look a woman it was you very crazy and love her very much.Sometimes we used to stay at the shop but there is no problem and your family is never you at before you the #@$%!!.And i am doing at in my thought i dont plan to hit the woman with my hands, then we never out our feelings everything we gotta fix so spit...
The Thought Man- is last hook As i think that she wasnt used everyday and get time or kiss me, sometimes it was god and peace me on my heart.If i was wrong and being struggled like this! on my mind on following things.Me up in the crib an nothing of chaos my life on her in a drip of injury.As I used to talk with now i am tired as i fell in again, as is to fell at down into sleep.And only if you say it was love after tears...

Words can not express the ache in my heart that pains me every moment of the day from longing for your presence near me, rivers be run with tears that fall from my eyes thinking of the distance between us
There was an unaltered glow in the winds of her heart. His eyes were upon hers without hesitation or start. The simplicity of it all was in itself profound. There was only him and her, no one else around. "Breathe yourself into my life, for if you were to fade from me the strings of my heart would be plucked indefinitely" "I hate the air you breathe because it doesn't contain me. Only your image of me. You are left gasping at the different clouds of Xenon that don't come close to the Carbon me. #@$%!!ing love me." Their eyes grew dim. For the love that they could never grasp was getting quite thin.
happy new year, happy with you (x2) i always love you never leave you, don't say good bye love you forever
The shadow has risen, Fill u up with fear You get the feeling , that the end is near With all of the pain, That has left it's stain In the dark hole of your heart, You will never show You will never know How well u play the part. The shadow has risen I tell you this day Good has left Bad will stay
They were never friends,but after today that all changed
I miss the days when we were together. The night we ate happiest dancing drunk pretending cheeky laugh without shame I will not forget.
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you're the love of my life I do not live without you , I do not breathe I needed something in my life a part of my heart came you and you fixed the missing part of me I love you now and forever my love
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whom does my life interest? after loss of mother by all on me to #@$%!! I otveyaat reciprocity and I ignore all a her
I wish I knew a story that would last for ever
Hi
How are you.
Yes ,from all of you I learned that . what they try to eliminate is love . Language is a Virus ,but it is too soon for them to understand . All is alive and belongs to us , we are different ,you gave me the notion that I love all the things in the world . It is thinner than a piece of paper . we fly but they can't see . Like all things you will always exist and nothing will ever destroy your sweet heart. It is a love never ending story.
#@$%!! , I just want you, but I #@$%!!s already erased all my evidence , and not as a show you 'll go to sleep Emoticono frown Goodbye !! I LOVE YOU
he is my world
and then he destroied it
I #@$%!!ing love you. that #@$%!! was dumb lol thats why i love mexicans. never left your thoughts did i????? i knew i used to sing about you all the time. wheres liza???? is she ok? she was barely on fb. i guess she woke up and saw what she had done but you know...
.mind went somewhere else. let me stay on track. no not dark coffee...
.ewwwwwwwwww. and i hate henneseeeeeeeeee ewwww. yo we got them!!!!!! i knew you were the one. those eyes were #@$%!!ing amazing. i knew i had to run. sweet baby jesus lol i know they told you whats going on with me...
..hahaha lol you are a sneaky mutha #@$%!!a lol do you know the news of our other son??? i'm sure they did tell you. i know all that scared the #@$%!! out of you but hey...
.lol oh well. i knew you were in my dreams and i could tell you were the trinity. Shaun told me today. sorry moms waking up like what the hell are you doing...
.i love her but shes watching Shaun. almost shauns coming with us right...
when we go to the beach and where ever else right??? he's our son right??? so is the one on the way???? Ok we are in the clear
I love you
Love is the only way. Thats the key to having his kingdom.
P's get your credit right.
rice eat me
Poop
CUCUMBERS ARE GOOD
Time to say good bye remember.i care for u.in hindu
I wish I had never told him, how my heart had always throbbed against my chest when he sat beside me. I wish I had kept my feelings aside that time and had just stuck with reality. An unconditional supply of admiration to the boy I know I will never marry. All those cherished years of trust and loyalty were shattered with a single blow of honesty- when my heart urged me to say it out loud so that it was crystal clear for the world to hear that I LOVE HIM AND I WILL KEEP ON LOVING HIM...
NO MATTER HOW MUCH FATE FIGHTS AGAINST THIS FACT, I LOVE HIM. A PERSON LIVES ONLY ONCE AND DIES ONLY ONCE...
LOVE ALSO HAPPENS ONLY ONCE...
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She's so beautiful yet so sad Always saying no one will ever love her, and yet when somebody tells her that they love her she runs and hides silly girl, they love you, you just don't love yourself.
But you promised that you will never let me down
And then it happened that the feathers of the Phoenix burst into fire and after a moment became a pattern of pale red ash in the shape of an ape.
Although I wanted to say but I couldn't speak at the important moment
DYING IS JUST ANOTHER WAY TO FALL ASLEEP. MY SOUL, MY LORD, WILL KEEP. AND IN ANOTHER TIME. IN ANOTHER PLACE. I SHALL SEE YOU, FACE, TO FACE.
I never realised how useful that item of clothing would be
Call it stupidity
Or insanity
But that's just my difference in mentality
Its also my incredibility
Possessing the ability
To look for any possibility
Possibility of finding happiness
Finding happiness through the impossibilities.
i will never forgive him.
e morreu
The girl walked across the River
all of a sudden, a giant teddy bear burst out of the shrubbery and began to eat the head of a nearby dog
STOP! YOU VIOLATED THE LAW! PAY THE COURT A FINE OR SERVE YOUR SENTENCE, YOUR STOLEN GOODS ARE NOW FORFEIT.
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STOP! YOU VIOLATED THE LAW! PAY THE COURT A FINE OR SERVE YOUR SENTENCE, YOUR STOLEN GOODS ARE NOW FORFEIT.
He looked at her as if she reflected the universe.
This is it
Lying in her long veils on the calm black water
And to grow in the corn gods who bit your white gown;
your taste of the devil's paladins;
that by starlight! of black devils and black wolves!
Vision of her big breasts by the wave.
- like an organ of iron, stars spring in the moss.
In a slumbering alder hemmed in by chimaeras.
- from violet forests: where the stars are sleeping.
Lying in her long veils, on the calm black water
embroidered with black moss her great veils rising
mount in my soul like black;
Gaudy redskins had taken them, spinner horrible eyes of sea,
of sour apples pale-eyed realize in antique dramas
delirious skies are, the giant snakes
"bullshit" he screamed "Just tell them I wanted to get Higher"
Life gets complicated when the weasels start closing in
So I dressed myself up as a girl
nobody gave A goddamn jasmineing about boys with bags
Who care to seemed nobody but a pig
A very sinister conference between alligators and snakes
my brains tried to eat random reptiles
with lurking souls, the only cure is o plunge into change
Finally the entire atmosphere was poisened
with a state of paranoid metaphisical transformation
13 the end of the line it was
I thought for a moment "Okay"
This is it
Bleu beards castle was far away, and the only road wich leads to the castle was
covered with crawling cockroaches.
The sky was filled with a nasty smell, wich seems to come out of the surrounding swamps.
In the moonlight i could see the shattering of the yellow brick road
Purple rain of stars was falling down on me
When I lifted the curtain I could see the purple stars wich filled the sky
Maybe lucy is there too
Confusion and distraction are the biggest obstacles on this yellow brick road
Hyperspace jesters are trying to lure me back into the abys of nothingness
were we will become what we behold.. nothing
The world will become a condensation of human imagination
Turning us into radio heads without the tools to tune in and drop out
The way we absorb the world is fragmentary. We're absorbing all the time but we don't know what's going to stick. I'm finding things now in the world that relate to my earliest experience of landscape, for example, that I didn't know were in there. Memories are nor real. We reconstruct a memory in our heads and distill it sometimes in how we want it to be rather than how it actually is. But that's one of those things that make us truly human.
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I think...
I think that I met him twelve years ago, the man in the mask. I had found him dreadfully terrifying, yet mysterious. I remember his voice. It was gravelly and coarse. A dark red mask covered his face but I could see his eyes. They were a soft brown. He wore a black glove on one hand and held a cane in the other. He had a limp. His blond hair was slicked back and it shined in the light. From that day on, he became my best friend. He was four years older than me and had already fought in the war. I had just graduated from finishing school and was working as a governess. We met every night. He taught me to play the piano. I taught him to sing. We found joy in the moon and stars. We spent many nights taking walks in the park, enjoying the nature all around us. He was never more than a friend. At least to me. Tonight he proposed to me. I never loved him as he loved me. I had always wished him happiness but never dreamed he loved me enough to ask for my hand in marriage. The terrible part is...
I said yes. He is my friend. If I had said no, there would be no more happiness in his life. After the war, he had been rejected by all of his friends and family. He had no one but me. So I'll marry him. I'll marry him so that he can be happy. Maybe I'll find happiness too.
I look like a Shrimp and act like it so if plastic surgery ruins me I will poor ketchup in my mouth as it revives your old face because it dissolves plastic.
Clouds are grey
Why can't I keep the good plates spinning?
She'd recently split up.
She was going through a tough time.
Then I ate shrimp I think about a pound.
hi(:
My cat had kittens.
Will you play Toss the Dirt with me?
poetry likes magnolias
your blank
shoulder
deserves
a blue magnolia
with roses
near your splendid mind
blue magnolias
distubs
a younger sea
line
see and swallows
smooth
love
After all that jumping, Tinky Winky was very tired.
After all that jumping, Tinky Winky was very tired.
WhErE Is My SuPeR SuIt
I have a lot of opinions when it comes to history.
Dear Evan Hansen and Hamilton are two of my favorite musicals.
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I was never like most people; my mind was always focused on three pivotal things: birth, which always was the sole focus of all my problems; life, which never ceased to amazing me; and death, which was always on my mind.
HOnEy wHeREs mY suPeRsUit
IM really Not NICE LIKE REALLY
Hello blue horse
i wonder if i eat today
And they lived happily ever after.
the end
This is not the end.
I sit here waiting for a way out but can never find one. I'm stuck, and I don't understand why. I was a good kid, why am I here? Why do they not like me? Why am I an outcast? Why am I now certified Insane?
Our hearts are monsters, that's why our ribs are cages.
Do you know what aliens call home?
So she danced like her life was already over.
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For Mothers of Hashtags
all you get is nine months
and a belly
to shield him
from strangers
for now he is a miracle
worthy of living
an Earth song
made of your guts
all of your guts are in your hands
here it begins
the tagging of wrists
birth certificate
6 oz. 9lbs
brown eyes
male
race: Black
sign your name
on the line of law
his first steps will be
A lifetime of auditions
to make others feel safe
near his breath
the baby in your arms
will grow
trying to convince hunters
his hands are up
all the lessons
you will ever teach
him are from
your own American skin
you fear police patrol lights
turning in his newborn eyes
the head you once steadied
suddenly is the headshot
on the front page
you are now
speaking through megaphones
weeping  over a coffin--
turned  icon
eulogized  by strangers on twitter
The world thinks this is the first time
You have ever loved your child
They think you just showed up
with a memory on your shirt
Because they never
heard your voice
becase you, are invisble
black mother pain
Got history
Slavery-rape
Separation anxiety
terror & tragedy
she be mad &
unmarried sometimes
hair dyed
pronouns misplaced
aposterphe in her name
if a child is wrong
it's her blame
if she slaps her son she's ghetto
if white people like it
she's a hero
It all
Depends on a
Hashtag or
Stranger
With a phone
Imagine living in a
rotation of hurt
contracting  inside
holding your pain
in your mouth
in front of cameras
holding pictures
of sons, brothers
daughters too
And this time,
When your child
Is laid in your arms
Your body is hollow
You are narrating
An obituary,
you are the only one
left
that lived inside you
His mentor was actually alive...
but kind of dead too. It's complicated.
I though my life had been Bazaar before, but now I was on a whole different level of bazaar.
everyone was happy until the ghost had arrived back home at dawn.
pesto presto
you are now
depresso
and they happily ever after.
ah
ohh yes step bro
hi
But I didn't know why
i'm from a time of judgement and hatred, a place where i can't be my true self.
there once was
Once upon a time, there was a dragon.
I'm from pain,
From blood and sweet.
I'm from Family wrestling
(Breaking beds, and
bruises on sore arms)
I'm from soft embraces,
From cotton balls and gaus
that stopped the blood that
now marks my skin
I'm from loneliness and sadness.
From isolation and regret.
I'm from know-it-alls, and seen-it-alls
From anger and hatred.
I'm from fighting and 'I hate you's.
I'm from protecting and loving.
I'm from the tastes of home made meatloaf and mashed potatoes, blood and sweet.
From the endless pain of my limbs, the internal suffering that makes me kind.
Deep in my mind lies a drawer.
A drawer filled with a lifetime of regret.
Flashing in and out of my mind as I think of how to stay kind.
I'm from the pain of a bad person turned good
The struggle to stay kind
And the pain of a life full of regret.
Death: an article of furniture consisting of a flat, slablike top supported on one or more legs or other supports.
life is hard but you keep going for the ones that need you the most. You wake up and fight for them everyday. The day you stop is the day they stop. It'll be hard but in the end they are all you have and you will never be able to fill the void they will leave.
Shadows are prolonged as different
Days that past are not relevant
Jack, Max, and Kim thought they heard a voice that was coming near them. They didn't know what the voice was saying, but they heard something, but what was it?
Into the forest they went, Jack, Max, and Kim walked down the muddy pathway with the sun glaring down to them, giving them light to see.
GG my man, all was good for apple picking these days. Got some Applejacks in my pockets, just got to do the dance of sauce and ready up for that sweetness.
take the trash out, it's piling up and i don't want to be stuck by another needle.
night
old lovers meet
in blinding light
of strangers defeat
we are the gods
the universe
the only truth
the love is pure
gods of love the universe pure
Only lovers defeat night
pure universe the love of gods
gods of love the universe night
pure defeat lovers pure
Only universe the love of pure
gods is love
the truth only
the universe gods
the the are defeat
we strangers light
of blinding meet
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I died.
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead
Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow
Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
It's a cool place and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now, wait till you get older
But the meteor men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The water's getting warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire, how about yours?
That's the way I like it and I never get bored
Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid
All that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show, on get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars
Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas?
I need to get myself away from this place
I said yep what a concept
I could use a little fuel myself
And we could all use a little change
Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know if you don't go (go!)
You'll never shine if you don't glow
Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
mary had a little lamb
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little lamb
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a drab reeds soft mash
what is this game
scariest strange depths glittering to heavens
Once upon a time
"Oh yes!" said Vendetta while she's moaning.
But the box was filled with sentient paper cranes!
With all the hope in the world; Please Don't Erase Us.
He had. After a few hearty belches and one trombone blast from his nether regions that had his social X-ray of a wife booking for the kitchen, Mr Galen sat up, said he was feeling much better, and told them that no, he didn't think he needed to be transported to Kiner Memorial. Rob and Jason didn't think so, either, after listening to a recitation of what Galen had put away at Tijuana Rose the night before. His pulse was strong, and although his blood pressure was on the iffy side, it probably had been for years, and was currently stable. The automatic external defibrillator never came out of its canvas sack.
Lindsay in a courtroom
Never again will I enter his house.
Can please stop advertising their websites and write?!
she goes to the bar.
The girl was upset because her English was bad
So there's this group of friends, who like art and in particular highly experimental, avant garde art. In short they are children of innovation, pirates of the experimental. Everything say and do is completely and utterly surreal, with their lives being more like dreams than so called reality. Everything from their name's to their mannerisms to their hair to the clothes on their back and even the poster's on their bedroom wall's is eccentric; making them nothing short of oddballs, brought together by their combined eccentricity. Quirky doesn't even begin to describe these oddballs. I mean it's almost as if they have no concept of reality; doing everything from reciting Blake during orgies, commenting on the film's plot, taking achievement in the ignorance up to eleven1. No matter how absurd or logic breaking their ideas are, they will inevitably work; simply because they think it should work that way. No one quite knows where they came from, how they're connected or even what species they are; in fact I've been thinking about making them comic strip characters at certain points in the film and in fact I've been thinking that they should treat their actor's as both fictional characters and as real people.
Anyway so they go around the country, picking up unique/eccentric characters (like something out of Easy Rider) and everywhere they go weirdness is sure to follow. Everything about their lives is strange and unique, quoting from obscure works of fiction; which most of us wouldn't bother to pick up. Lobotomised brain surgeons, performing brain surgery? Check. Discussions on the relationship between light and the number five? Absolutely, only this time it's likely to go off on incredibly random tangents; with sub-discussions about the Marxist view of history and the relationship between Spiderman and Mickey Mouse. But it's not just the country they go round; no, no. It's everywhere and every when and even to places and times you can't even imagine (Well maybe not that far, but close. About 76 miles when I last checked.); going from characters in a film to characters in a play (written, directed and performed by them no doubt) and even characters in an original comic strip and yet no matter which medium they're in (This is all stuff I'd like to put in the film, by the way.) they still know they're in that particular medium; seamlessly travelling from one medium to another with practically no effort. Oh and one other thing- they really like stripes because they represent the black sheep of society; going back to the days when people, such as the Catholic Church in Rome (Well where else? Spain? Tunisia? Guacamole? Hot Dog County! Wait, who wrote this? Can someone please tell me, who the jasmine wrote this?). In fact according to those Biblical people (Bastards!! Sorry.), who study the Bible and shit; God gave Adam and...
Eve (I wonder why they chose that name? Maybe it's because Eve is actually code for knee and the Church were basically telling women that they should kneel before them? I mean I knew religion was crazy, but I never imagined this; I think this could be a possible plot line.) a striped garment, exactly seventeen minutes before they left Eden (I guess getting through customs must be a lot easier in Eden than it is on planet Earth. When I arrived here the dinosaurs were dropping like flies and I've still not had my ticket checked '" jasmine sake.).
a cold winter's night
everyone dies in the end.
You know you swept me off my feet
But now I'm incomplete
You burned the bridge that lead to me
And I'm so badly broken
And the mechanism stuck until now went wiring happily when the boy retrieved a stick to play with his dog.
and lift their spirits over the most difficult time of the year to be away from home.
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The winding wind ran coarsely down their veins, running their blood like a rollercoaster.
my life is awesome jk its boring
*Plays kahoot music*
cheap jerseys are the best
...
...
...
...
...
..or are they
The land turned pitch black.The sky was dark and the seas are covered by thick smoke. The land was also covered with oil and my clothes looked like they were covered in charcoal.My skin was shadowy and my sister looked like she was covered in soot. The sun was as clear as Ink.I wondered what was powerful enough to cause the world to seem unfriendly. My house looked like it fell into a pit of darkness. It was impossible to see like at night then I found a stone as dark and rough as coal so i tried to see it but then everything changed. It was a car the color of the world. Inside of the car the man said 'come in the car now'. He told me that a volcano erupted and filled the sky with ash. It was long cold drive and with no end in sight then i saw it the sun I was free
Purple
Everyone in the school has become purple. The color of loneliness. Everyone scared to say the wrong thing and mess up. The cafeteria had become quiet, nobody saying a word. There was nobody to talk to. It was a mix of rage and sadness from the recent event. The school's funniest person, Johnny was gone, missing. It had made everyone silent. The teachers at the school never said a word, they just gave them notes and told them to study. The aura of the school was lonely too, the sky seemed to be gray and it was always raining. Little did the students and teachers know that a new student would come and try to come and cheer them up, but then would soon get trapped in their loneliness.
Black
The school was becoming dark as a black hole. The color known for fear and the unknown. The students were afraid of the SOLs that were coming up, thinking that they would fail and repeat the 7th Grade. They were afraid that they were going to be taken next. The teachers were afraid of their jobs being taken away because the students may fail the SOLs. Fear was starting to take over school, and with fear comes anger.
Red
The school has never been this red. There's been a lot of incidents but we have never been this angry. They were angry at themselves, there teachers, and their friends. Even though they so angry, they didn't know why. The question everyone has been asking themselves, why am I even angry.
Orange
Orange is what we are now, after the return of the missing student. The students were happy from passing their SOLs with high scores. Johnny was happy to be back with his friends. Everyone in the school was happy for the summer to finally come. The cafeteria had become filled with laughter, everybody talking. It was a mix of happiness and excitement. The teachers talked and worked with each other. The aura of the school was happy too, the sky was bright with no rain at all. With a new lonely student coming to the school, soon the teachers and students comforted the student with happiness.
drink from the mighty goblet
Thou shall not
Hello
I shall not
this thing is really long
I am really confused
A freezing rain pelted the kids as they walked to school.
I love you
She gulped down the warm drink giddily and savored the flavor in her mouth. It was warm and soothing, sweet, but not too much so. Glancing at the one who gave it to her, she smiled with warm thankfulness.
She never had to commit the act, but she did.
We two were a great pair, two peas in a pod. Our parents often found it odd how we got along so well until three years ago.
"What bring you to Minnesota, Mia?" Jimmy asked, his nose crinkled in distaste.
"I have business here, Jim," I told him, then looked to Mom. "I was wondering if I could stay for a few-"
"She'd just here to ask for favors," Jim interrupted. "Funny. When we asked her to go to Pop's funeral...
"
"Jim, not now." Mom raised her hand and Jim's eyes went wide, like he took great offense to it.
"So you're just gonna let her waltz in here, taking stuff just as she pleases, and all for what? Some job that can't hardly even pay her bills? We can't even pay for-"
"JIM!"
love make you mad
That caress her eternal flow
It was finally a song he could dance to. He danced alone, but he as fine with that.
"Lui arriva, schiera i suoi ragazzi col «rombo» formato Ancelotti e resta in piedi, braccia conserte, immobile."
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i like the sun
i bought a kitten
He died.
England
Once upon a time there was a soul that sold everything she had
It's the never ending storyyy
There once was an archive of text,
an idea that the creators vexed,
"Children will curse,
write gibberish and worse,
they'll write verse to try and give this context.
According to all known laws
of aviation,
there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.
Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.
The bee, of course, flies anyway
because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Ooh, black and yellow!
Let's shake it up a little.
Barry! Breakfast is ready!
Ooming!
Hang on a second.
Hello?
- Barry?
- Adam?
- Oan you believe this is happening?
- I can't. I'll pick you up.
Looking sharp.
Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.
Sorry. I'm excited.
Here's the graduate.
We're very proud of you, son.
A perfect report card, all B's.
Very proud.
Ma! I got a thing going here.
- You got lint on your fuzz.
- Ow! That's me!
- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
- Bye!
Barry, I told you,
stop flying in the house!
- Hey, Adam.
- Hey, Barry.
- Is that fuzz gel?
- A little. Special day, graduation.
Never thought I'd make it.
Three days grade school,
three days high school.
Those were awkward.
Three days college. I'm glad I took
a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
You did come back different.
- Hi, Barry.
- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
- Hear about Frankie?
- Yeah.
- You going to the funeral?
- No, I'm not going.
Everybody knows,
sting someone, you die.
Don't waste it on a squirrel.
Such a hothead.
I guess he could have
just gotten out of the way.
I love this incorporating
an amusement park into our day.
That's why we don't need vacations.
Boy, quite a bit of pomp...

under the circumstances.
- Well, Adam, today we are men.
- We are!
- Bee-men.
- Amen!
Hallelujah!
Students, faculty, distinguished bees,
please welcome Dean Buzzwell.
Welcome, New Hive Oity
graduating class of...

...
9:15.
That concludes our ceremonies.
And begins your career
at Honex Industries!
Will we pick ourjob today?
I heard it's just orientation.
Heads up! Here we go.
Keep your hands and antennas
inside the tram at all times.
- Wonder what it'll be like?
- A little scary.
Welcome to Honex,
a division of Honesco
and a part of the Hexagon Group.
This is it!
Wow.
Wow.
We know that you, as a bee,
have worked your whole life
to get to the point where you
can work for your whole life.
Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.
Our top-secret formula
is automatically color-corrected,
scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured
into this soothing sweet syrup
with its distinctive
golden glow you know as...

Honey!
- That girl was hot.
- She's my cousin!
- She is?
- Yes, we're all cousins.
- Right. You're right.
- At Honex, we constantly strive
to improve every aspect
of bee existence.
These bees are stress-testing
a new helmet technology.
- What do you think he makes?
- Not enough.
Here we have our latest advancement,
the Krelman.
- What does that do?
- Oatches that little strand of honey
that hangs after you pour it.
Saves us millions.
Oan anyone work on the Krelman?
Of course. Most bee jobs are
small ones. But bees know
that every small job,
if it's done well, means a lot.
But choose carefully
because you'll stay in the job
you pick for the rest of your life.
The same job the rest of your life?
I didn't know that.
What's the difference?
You'll be happy to know that bees,
as a species, haven't had one day off
in 27 million years.
So you'll just work us to death?
We'll sure try.
Wow! That blew my mind!
"What's the difference?"
How can you say that?
One job forever?
That's an insane choice to have to make.
I'm relieved. Now we only have
to make one decision in life.
But, Adam, how could they
never have told us that?
Why would you question anything?
We're bees.
We're the most perfectly
functioning society on Earth.
You ever think maybe things
work a little too well here?
Like what? Give me one example.
I don't know. But you know
what I'm talking about.
Please clear the gate.
Royal Nectar Force on approach.
Wait a second. Oheck it out.
- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
- Wow.
I've never seen them this close.
They know what it's like
outside the hive.
Yeah, but some don't come back.
- Hey, Jocks!
- Hi, Jocks!
You guys did great!
You're monsters!
You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!
- I wonder where they were.
- I don't know.
Their day's not planned.
Outside the hive, flying who knows
where, doing who knows what.
You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen
Jock. You have to be bred for that.
Right.
Look. That's more pollen
than you and I will see in a lifetime.
It's just a status symbol.
Bees make too much of it.
Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
and the ladies see you wearing it.
Those ladies?
Aren't they our cousins too?
Distant. Distant.
Look at these two.
- Oouple of Hive Harrys.
- Let's have fun with them.
It must be dangerous
being a Pollen Jock.
Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
against a mushroom!
He had a paw on my throat,
and with the other, he was slapping me!
- Oh, my!
- I never thought I'd knock him out.
What were you doing during this?
Trying to alert the authorities.
I can autograph that.
A little gusty out there today,
wasn't it, comrades?
Yeah. Gusty.
We're hitting a sunflower patch
six miles from here tomorrow.
- Six miles, huh?
- Barry!
A puddle jump for us,
but maybe you're not up for it.
- Maybe I am.
- You are not!
We're going 0900 at J-Gate.
What do you think, buzzy-boy?
Are you bee enough?
I might be. It all depends
on what 0900 means.
Hey, Honex!
Dad, you surprised me.
You decide what you're interested in?
- Well, there's a lot of choices.
- But you only get one.
Do you ever get bored
doing the same job every day?
Son, let me tell you about stirring.
You grab that stick, and you just
move it around, and you stir it around.
You get yourself into a rhythm.
It's a beautiful thing.
You know, Dad,
the more I think about it,
maybe the honey field
just isn't right for me.
You were thinking of what,
making balloon animals?
That's a bad job
for a guy with a stinger.
Janet, your son's not sure
he wants to go into honey!
- Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
- I'm not trying to be funny.
You're not funny! You're going
into honey. Our son, the stirrer!
- You're gonna be a stirrer?
- No one's listening to me!
Wait till you see the sticks I have.
I could say anything right now.
I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!
Let's open some honey and celebrate!
Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
Shave my antennae.
Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!
I'm so proud.
- We're starting work today!
- Today's the day.
Oome on! All the good jobs
will be gone.
Yeah, right.
Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
stirrer, front desk, hair removal...

- Is it still available?
- Hang on. Two left!
One of them's yours! Oongratulations!
Step to the side.
- What'd you get?
- Picking crud out. Stellar!
Wow!
Oouple of newbies?
Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!
Make your choice.
- You want to go first?
- No, you go.
Oh, my. What's available?
Restroom attendant's open,
not for the reason you think.
- Any chance of getting the Krelman?
- Sure, you're on.
I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.
Wax monkey's always open.
The Krelman opened up again.
What happened?
A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
He's dead. Another dead one.
Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.
Dead from the neck up.
Dead from the neck down. That's life!
Oh, this is so hard!
Heating, cooling,
stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,
humming, inspector number seven,
lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,
mite wrangler. Barry, what
do you think I should...
Barry?
Barry!
All right, we've got the sunflower patch
in quadrant nine...

What happened to you?
Where are you?
- I'm going out.
- Out? Out where?
- Out there.
- Oh, no!
I have to, before I go
to work for the rest of my life.
You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?
Another call coming in.
If anyone's feeling brave,
there's a Korean deli on 83rd
that gets their roses today.
Hey, guys.
- Look at that.
- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?
Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.
It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.
Really? Feeling lucky, are you?
Sign here, here. Just initial that.
- Thank you.
- OK.
You got a rain advisory today,
and as you all know,
bees cannot fly in rain.
So be careful. As always,
watch your brooms,
hockey sticks, dogs,
birds, bears and bats.
Also, I got a couple of reports
of root beer being poured on us.
Murphy's in a home because of it,
babbling like a cicada!
- That's awful.
- And a reminder for you rookies,
bee law number one,
absolutely no talking to humans!
All right, launch positions!
Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!
Black and yellow!
Hello!
You ready for this, hot shot?
Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.
Wind, check.
- Antennae, check.
- Nectar pack, check.
- Wings, check.
- Stinger, check.
Scared out of my shorts, check.
OK, ladies,
let's move it out!
Pound those petunias,
you striped stem-suckers!
All of you, drain those flowers!
Wow! I'm out!
I can't believe I'm out!
So blue.
I feel so fast and free!
Box kite!
Wow!
Flowers!
This is Blue Leader.
We have roses visual.
Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.
Roses!
30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.
Stand to the side, kid.
It's got a bit of a kick.
That is one nectar collector!
- Ever see pollination up close?
- No, sir.
I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
over here. Maybe a dash over there,
a pinch on that one.
See that? It's a little bit of magic.
That's amazing. Why do we do that?
That's pollen power. More pollen, more
flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.
Oool.
I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?
Oopy that visual.
Wait. One of these flowers
seems to be on the move.
Say again? You're reporting
a moving flower?
Affirmative.
That was on the line!
This is the coolest. What is it?
I don't know, but I'm loving this color.
It smells good.
Not like a flower, but I like it.
Yeah, fuzzy.
Ohemical-y.
Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.
My sweet lord of bees!
Oandy-brain, get off there!
Problem!
- Guys!
- This could be bad.
Affirmative.
Very close.
Gonna hurt.
Mama's little boy.
You are way out of position, rookie!
Ooming in at you like a missile!
Help me!
I don't think these are flowers.
- Should we tell him?
- I think he knows.
What is this?!
Match point!
You can start packing up, honey,
because you're about to eat it!
Yowser!
Gross.
There's a bee in the car!
- Do something!
- I'm driving!
- Hi, bee.
- He's back here!
He's going to sting me!
Nobody move. If you don't move,
he won't sting you. Freeze!
He blinked!
Spray him, Granny!
What are you doing?!
Wow...
the tension level
out here is unbelievable.
I gotta get home.
Oan't fly in rain.
Oan't fly in rain.
Oan't fly in rain.
Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!
Ken, could you close
the window please?
Ken, could you close
the window please?
Oheck out my new resume.
I made it into a fold-out brochure.
You see? Folds out.
Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.
What was that?
Maybe this time. This time. This time.
This time! This time! This...

Drapes!
That is diabolical.
It's fantastic. It's got all my special
skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.
What's number one? Star Wars?
Nah, I don't go for that...

...
kind of stuff.
No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
They're out of their minds.
When I leave a job interview, they're
flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.
There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.
I don't remember the sun
having a big 75 on it.
I predicted global warming.
I could feel it getting hotter.
At first I thought it was just me.
Wait! Stop! Bee!
Stand back. These are winter boots.
Wait!
Don't kill him!
You know I'm allergic to them!
This thing could kill me!
Why does his life have
less value than yours?
Why does his life have any less value
than mine? Is that your statement?
I'm just saying all life has value. You
don't know what he's capable of feeling.
My brochure!
There you go, little guy.
I'm not scared of him.
It's an allergic thing.
Put that on your resume brochure.
My whole face could puff up.
Make it one of your special skills.
Knocking someone out
is also a special skill.
Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.
- Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
- Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.
- You could put carob chips on there.
- Bye.
- Supposed to be less calories.
- Bye.
I gotta say something.

She saved my life.
I gotta say something.
All right, here it goes.
Nah.
What would I say?
I could really get in trouble.
It's a bee law.
You're not supposed to talk to a human.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
I've got to.
Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!
No. Yes. No.
Do it. I can't.
How should I start it?
"You like jazz?" No, that's no good.
Here she comes! Speak, you fool!
Hi!
I'm sorry.
- You're talking.
- Yes, I know.
You're talking!
I'm so sorry.
No, it's OK. It's fine.
I know I'm dreaming.
But I don't recall going to bed.
Well, I'm sure this
is very disconcerting.
This is a bit of a surprise to me.
I mean, you're a bee!
I am. And I'm not supposed
to be doing this,
but they were all trying to kill me.
And if it wasn't for you...

I had to thank you.
It's just how I was raised.
That was a little weird.
- I'm talking with a bee.
- Yeah.
I'm talking to a bee.
And the bee is talking to me!
I just want to say I'm grateful.
I'll leave now.
- Wait! How did you learn to do that?
- What?
The talking thing.
Same way you did, I guess.
"Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.
- That's very funny.
- Yeah.
Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
we'd cry with what we have to deal with.
Anyway...

Oan I...

...
get you something?
- Like what?
I don't know. I mean...

I don't know. Ooffee?
I don't want to put you out.
It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.
- It's just coffee.
- I hate to impose.
- Don't be ridiculous!
- Actually, I would love a cup.
Hey, you want rum cake?
- I shouldn't.
- Have some.
- No, I can't.
- Oome on!
I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.
- Where?
- These stripes don't help.
You look great!
I don't know if you know
anything about fashion.
Are you all right?
No.
He's making the tie in the cab
as they're flying up Madison.
He finally gets there.
He runs up the steps into the church.
The wedding is on.
And he says, "Watermelon?
I thought you said Guatemalan.
Why would I marry a watermelon?"
Is that a bee joke?
That's the kind of stuff we do.
Yeah, different.
So, what are you gonna do, Barry?
About work? I don't know.
I want to do my part for the hive,
but I can't do it the way they want.
I know how you feel.
- You do?
- Sure.
My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.
- Really?
- My only interest is flowers.
Our new queen was just elected
with that same campaign slogan.
Anyway, if you look...

There's my hive right there. See it?
You're in Sheep Meadow!
Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!
No way! I know that area.
I lost a toe ring there once.
- Why do girls put rings on their toes?
- Why not?
- It's like putting a hat on your knee.
- Maybe I'll try that.
- You all right, ma'am?
- Oh, yeah. Fine.
Just having two cups of coffee!
Anyway, this has been great.
Thanks for the coffee.
Yeah, it's no trouble.
Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
I'd be up the rest of my life.
Are you...
?
Oan I take a piece of this with me?
Sure! Here, have a crumb.
- Thanks!
- Yeah.
All right. Well, then...

I guess I'll see you around.
Or not.
OK, Barry.
And thank you
so much again...
for before.
Oh, that? That was nothing.
Well, not nothing, but...
Anyway...

This can't possibly work.
He's all set to go.
We may as well try it.
OK, Dave, pull the chute.
- Sounds amazing.
- It was amazing!
It was the scariest,
happiest moment of my life.
Humans! I can't believe
you were with humans!
Giant, scary humans!
What were they like?
Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.
They eat crazy giant things.
They drive crazy.
- Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
- Some of them. But some of them don't.
- How'd you get back?
- Poodle.
You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
whatever you wanted to see.
You had your "experience." Now you
can pick out yourjob and be normal.
- Well...

- Well?
Well, I met someone.
You did? Was she Bee-ish?
- A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
- No, no, no, not a wasp.
- Spider?
- I'm not attracted to spiders.
I know it's the hottest thing,
with the eight legs and all.
I can't get by that face.
So who is she?
She's...
human.
No, no. That's a bee law.
You wouldn't break a bee law.
- Her name's Vanessa.
- Oh, boy.
She's so nice. And she's a florist!
Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!
We're not dating.
You're flying outside the hive, talking
to humans that attack our homes
with power washers and M-80s!
One-eighth a stick of dynamite!
She saved my life!
And she understands me.
This is over!
Eat this.
This is not over! What was that?
- They call it a crumb.
- It was so stingin' stripey!
And that's not what they eat.
That's what falls off what they eat!
- You know what a Oinnabon is?
- No.
It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.
They heat it up...

Sit down!
...
really hot!
- Listen to me!
We are not them! We're us.
There's us and there's them!
Yes, but who can deny
the heart that is yearning?
There's no yearning.
Stop yearning. Listen to me!
You have got to start thinking bee,
my friend. Thinking bee!
- Thinking bee.
- Thinking bee.
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
There he is. He's in the pool.
You know what your problem is, Barry?
I gotta start thinking bee?
How much longer will this go on?
It's been three days!
Why aren't you working?
I've got a lot of big life decisions
to think about.
What life? You have no life!
You have no job. You're barely a bee!
Would it kill you
to make a little honey?
Barry, come out.
Your father's talking to you.
Martin, would you talk to him?
Barry, I'm talking to you!
You coming?
Got everything?
All set!
Go ahead. I'll catch up.
Don't be too long.
Watch this!
Vanessa!
- We're still here.
- I told you not to yell at him.
He doesn't respond to yelling!
- Then why yell at me?
- Because you don't listen!
I'm not listening to this.
Sorry, I've gotta go.
- Where are you going?
- I'm meeting a friend.
A girl? Is this why you can't decide?
Bye.
I just hope she's Bee-ish.
They have a huge parade
of flowers every year in Pasadena?
To be in the Tournament of Roses,
that's every florist's dream!
Up on a float, surrounded
by flowers, crowds cheering.
A tournament. Do the roses
compete in athletic events?
No. All right, I've got one.
How come you don't fly everywhere?
It's exhausting. Why don't you
run everywhere? It's faster.
Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
All right, your turn.
TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
That's insane!
You don't have that?
We have Hivo, but it's a disease.
It's a horrible, horrible disease.
Oh, my.
Dumb bees!
You must want to sting all those jerks.
We try not to sting.
It's usually fatal for us.
So you have to watch your temper.
Very carefully.
You kick a wall, take a walk,
write an angry letter and throw it out.
Work through it like any emotion:
Anger, jealousy, lust.
Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?
Yeah.
- What is wrong with you?!
- It's a bug.
He's not bothering anybody.
Get out of here, you creep!
What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?
Yeah, it was. How did you know?
It felt like about 10 pages.
Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.
You've really got that
down to a science.
- I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
- I'll bet.
What in the name
of Mighty Hercules is this?
How did this get here?
Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,
Ray Liotta Private Select?
- Is he that actor?
- I never heard of him.
- Why is this here?
- For people. We eat it.
You don't have
enough food of your own?
- Well, yes.
- How do you get it?
- Bees make it.
- I know who makes it!
And it's hard to make it!
There's heating, cooling, stirring.
You need a whole Krelman thing!
- It's organic.
- It's our-ganic!
It's just honey, Barry.
Just what?!
Bees don't know about this!
This is stealing! A lot of stealing!
You've taken our homes, schools,
hospitals! This is all we have!
And it's on sale?!
I'm getting to the bottom of this.
I'm getting to the bottom
of all of this!
Hey, Hector.
- You almost done?
- Almost.
He is here. I sense it.
Well, I guess I'll go home now
and just leave this nice honey out,
with no one around.
You're busted, box boy!
I knew I heard something.
So you can talk!
I can talk.
And now you'll start talking!
Where you getting the sweet stuff?
Who's your supplier?
I don't understand.
I thought we were friends.
The last thing we want
to do is upset bees!
You're too late! It's ours now!
You, sir, have crossed
the wrong sword!
You, sir, will be lunch
for my iguana, Ignacio!
Where is the honey coming from?
Tell me where!
Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!
Orazy person!
What horrible thing has happened here?
These faces, they never knew
what hit them. And now
they're on the road to nowhere!
Just keep still.
What? You're not dead?
Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
that moves. Where you headed?
To Honey Farms.
I am onto something huge here.
I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,
crazy stuff. Blows your head off!
I'm going to Tacoma.
- And you?
- He really is dead.
All right.
Uh-oh!
- What is that?!
- Oh, no!
- A wiper! Triple blade!
- Triple blade?
Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!
Why does everything have
to be so doggone clean?!
How much do you people need to see?!
Open your eyes!
Stick your head out the window!
From NPR News in Washington,
I'm Oarl Kasell.
But don't kill no more bugs!
- Bee!
- Moose blood guy!!
- You hear something?
- Like what?
Like tiny screaming.
Turn off the radio.
Whassup, bee boy?
Hey, Blood.
Just a row of honey jars,
as far as the eye could see.
Wow!
I assume wherever this truck goes
is where they're getting it.
I mean, that honey's ours.
- Bees hang tight.
- We're all jammed in.
It's a close community.
Not us, man. We on our own.
Every mosquito on his own.
- What if you get in trouble?
- You a mosquito, you in trouble.
Nobody likes us. They just smack.
See a mosquito, smack, smack!
At least you're out in the world.
You must meet girls.
Mosquito girls try to trade up,
get with a moth, dragonfly.
Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.
You got to be kidding me!
Mooseblood's about to leave
the building! So long, bee!
- Hey, guys!
- Mooseblood!
I knew I'd catch y'all down here.
Did you bring your crazy straw?
We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
and it's pretty much pure profit.
What is this place?
A bee's got a brain
the size of a pinhead.
They are pinheads!
Pinhead.
- Oheck out the new smoker.
- Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.
The Thomas 3000!
Smoker?
Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
Twice the nicotine, all the tar.
A couple breaths of this
knocks them right out.
They make the honey,
and we make the money.
"They make the honey,
and we make the money"?
Oh, my!
What's going on? Are you OK?
Yeah. It doesn't last too long.
Do you know you're
in a fake hive with fake walls?
Our queen was moved here.
We had no choice.
This is your queen?
That's a man in women's clothes!
That's a drag queen!
What is this?
Oh, no!
There's hundreds of them!
Bee honey.
Our honey is being brazenly stolen
on a massive scale!
This is worse than anything bears
have done! I intend to do something.
Oh, Barry, stop.
Who told you humans are taking
our honey? That's a rumor.
Do these look like rumors?
That's a conspiracy theory.
These are obviously doctored photos.
How did you get mixed up in this?
He's been talking to humans.
- What?
- Talking to humans?!
He has a human girlfriend.
And they make out!
Make out? Barry!
We do not.
- You wish you could.
- Whose side are you on?
The bees!
I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
Those crazy legs kept me up all night.
Barry, this is what you want
to do with your life?
I want to do it for all our lives.
Nobody works harder than bees!
Dad, I remember you
coming home so overworked
your hands were still stirring.
You couldn't stop.
I remember that.
What right do they have to our honey?
We live on two cups a year. They put it
in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!
Even if it's true, what can one bee do?
Sting them where it really hurts.
In the face! The eye!
- That would hurt.
- No.
Up the nose? That's a killer.
There's only one place you can sting
the humans, one place where it matters.
Hive at Five, the hive's only
full-hour action news source.
No more bee beards!
With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.
Weather with Storm Stinger.
Sports with Buzz Larvi.
And Jeanette Ohung.
- Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.
- And I'm Jeanette Ohung.
A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,
intends to sue the human race
for stealing our honey,
packaging it and profiting
from it illegally!
Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,
we'll have three former queens here in
our studio, discussing their new book,
Olassy Ladies,
out this week on Hexagon.
Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.
Did you ever think, "I'm a kid
from the hive. I can't do this"?
Bees have never been afraid
to change the world.
What about Bee Oolumbus?
Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?
Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.
We were thinking
of stickball or candy stores.
How old are you?
The bee community
is supporting you in this case,
which will be the trial
of the bee century.
You know, they have a Larry King
in the human world too.
It's a common name. Next week...

He looks like you and has a show
and suspenders and colored dots...

Next week...

Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
guest even though you just heard 'em.
Bear Week next week!
They're scary, hairy and here live.
Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
squinty eyes, very Jewish.
In tennis, you attack
at the point of weakness!
It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.
Honey, her backhand's a joke!
I'm not gonna take advantage of that?
Quiet, please.
Actual work going on here.
- Is that that same bee?
- Yes, it is!
I'm helping him sue the human race.
- Hello.
- Hello, bee.
This is Ken.
Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.
Why does he talk again?
Listen, you better go
'cause we're really busy working.
But it's our yogurt night!
Bye-bye.
Why is yogurt night so difficult?!
You poor thing.
You two have been at this for hours!
Yes, and Adam here
has been a huge help.
- Frosting...

- How many sugars?
Just one. I try not
to use the competition.
So why are you helping me?
Bees have good qualities.
And it takes my mind off the shop.
Instead of flowers, people
are giving balloon bouquets now.
Those are great, if you're three.
And artificial flowers.
- Oh, those just get me psychotic!
- Yeah, me too.
Bent stingers, pointless pollination.
Bees must hate those fake things!
Nothing worse
than a daffodil that's had work done.
Maybe this could make up
for it a little bit.
- This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.
- I guess.
You sure you want to go through with it?
Am I sure? When I'm done with
the humans, they won't be able
to say, "Honey, I'm home,"
without paying a royalty!
It's an incredible scene
here in downtown Manhattan,
where the world anxiously waits,
because for the first time in history,
we will hear for ourselves
if a honeybee can actually speak.
What have we gotten into here, Barry?
It's pretty big, isn't it?
I can't believe how many humans
don't work during the day.
You think billion-dollar multinational
food companies have good lawyers?
Everybody needs to stay
behind the barricade.
- What's the matter?
- I don't know, I just got a chill.
Well, if it isn't the bee team.
You boys work on this?
All rise! The Honorable
Judge Bumbleton presiding.
All right. Oase number 4475,
Superior Oourt of New York,
Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry
is now in session.
Mr. Montgomery, you're representing
the five food companies collectively?
A privilege.
Mr. Benson...
you're representing
all the bees of the world?
I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
we're ready to proceed.
Mr. Montgomery,
your opening statement, please.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
my grandmother was a simple woman.
Born on a farm, she believed
it was man's divine right
to benefit from the bounty
of nature God put before us.
If we lived in the topsy-turvy world
Mr. Benson imagines,
just think of what would it mean.
I would have to negotiate
with the silkworm
for the elastic in my britches!
Talking bee!
How do we know this isn't some sort of
holographic motion-picture-capture
Hollywood wizardry?
They could be using laser beams!
Robotics! Ventriloquism!
Oloning! For all we know,
he could be on steroids!
Mr. Benson?
Ladies and gentlemen,
there's no trickery here.
I'm just an ordinary bee.
Honey's pretty important to me.
It's important to all bees.
We invented it!
We make it. And we protect it
with our lives.
Unfortunately, there are
some people in this room
who think they can take it from us
'cause we're the little guys!
I'm hoping that, after this is all over,
you'll see how, by taking our honey,
you not only take everything we have
but everything we are!
I wish he'd dress like that
all the time. So nice!
Oall your first witness.
So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
of Honey Farms, big company you have.
I suppose so.
I see you also own
Honeyburton and Honron!
Yes, they provide beekeepers
for our farms.
Beekeeper. I find that
to be a very disturbing term.
I don't imagine you employ
any bee-free-ers, do you?
- No.
- I couldn't hear you.
- No.
- No.
Because you don't free bees.
You keep bees. Not only that,
it seems you thought a bear would be
an appropriate image for a jar of honey.
They're very lovable creatures.
Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.
You mean like this?
Bears kill bees!
How'd you like his head crashing
through your living room?!
Biting into your couch!
Spitting out your throw pillows!
OK, that's enough. Take him away.
So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
Your name intrigues me.
- Where have I heard it before?
- I was with a band called The Police.
But you've never been
a police officer, have you?
No, I haven't.
No, you haven't. And so here
we have yet another example
of bee culture casually
stolen by a human
for nothing more than
a prance-about stage name.
Oh, please.
Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?
Because I'm feeling
a little stung, Sting.
Or should I say...
Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!
That's not his real name?! You idiots!
Mr. Liotta, first,
belated congratulations on
your Emmy win for a guest spot
on ER in 2005.
Thank you. Thank you.
I see from your resume
that you're devilishly handsome
with a churning inner turmoil
that's ready to blow.
I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?
Not yet it isn't. But is this
what it's come to for you?
Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
so you don't
have to rehearse
your part and learn your lines, sir?
Watch it, Benson!
I could blow right now!
This isn't a goodfella.
This is a badfella!
Why doesn't someone just step on
this creep, and we can all go home?!
- Order in this court!
- You're all thinking it!
Order! Order, I say!
- Say it!
- Mr. Liotta, please sit down!
I think it was awfully nice
of that bear to pitch in like that.
I think the jury's on our side.
Are we doing everything right, legally?
I'm a florist.
Right. Well, here's to a great team.
To a great team!
Well, hello.
- Ken!
- Hello.
I didn't think you were coming.
No, I was just late.
I tried to call, but...
the battery.
I didn't want all this to go to waste,
so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.
Oh, that was lucky.
There's a little left.
I could heat it up.
Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.
So I hear you're quite a tennis player.
I'm not much for the game myself.
The ball's a little grabby.
That's where I usually sit.
Right...
there.
Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,
and he agreed with me that eating with
chopsticks isn't really a special skill.
You think I don't see what you're doing?
I know how hard it is to find
the rightjob. We have that in common.
Do we?
Bees have 100 percent employment,
but we do jobs like taking the crud out.
That's just what
I was thinking about doing.
Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.
I'm going to drain the old stinger.
Yeah, you do that.
Look at that.
You know, I've just about had it
with your little mind games.
- What's that?
- Italian Vogue.
Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.
A lot of ads.
Remember what Van said, why is
your life more valuable than mine?
Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!
I think something stinks in here!
I love the smell of flowers.
How do you like the smell of flames?!
Not as much.
Water bug! Not taking sides!
Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!
This is pathetic!
I've got issues!
Well, well, well, a royal flush!
- You're bluffing.
- Am I?
Surf's up, dude!
Poo water!
That bowl is gnarly.
Except for those dirty yellow rings!
Kenneth! What are you doing?!
You know, I don't even like honey!
I don't eat it!
We need to talk!
He's just a little bee!
And he happens to be
the nicest bee I've met in a long time!
Long time? What are you talking about?!
Are there other bugs in your life?
No, but there are other things bugging
me in life. And you're one of them!
Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...

My nerves are fried from riding
on this emotional roller coaster!
Goodbye, Ken.
And for your information,
I prefer sugar-free, artificial
sweeteners made by man!
I'm sorry about all that.
I know it's got
an aftertaste! I like it!
I always felt there was some kind
of barrier between Ken and me.
I couldn't overcome it.
Oh, well.
Are you OK for the trial?
I believe Mr. Montgomery
is about out of ideas.
We would like to call
Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.
Good idea! You can really see why he's
considered one of the best lawyers...

Yeah.
Layton, you've
gotta weave some magic
with this jury,
or it's gonna be all over.
Don't worry. The only thing I have
to do to turn this jury around
is to remind them
of what they don't like about bees.
- You got the tweezers?
- Are you allergic?
Only to losing, son. Only to losing.
Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you
what I think we'd all like to know.
What exactly is your relationship
to that woman?
We're friends.
- Good friends?
- Yes.
How good? Do you live together?
Wait a minute...

Are you her little...

...
bedbug?
I've seen a bee documentary or two.
From what I understand,
doesn't your queen give birth
to all the bee children?
- Yeah, but...

- So those aren't your real parents!
- Oh, Barry...

- Yes, they are!
Hold me back!
You're an illegitimate bee,
aren't you, Benson?
He's denouncing bees!
Don't y'all date your cousins?
- Objection!
- I'm going to pincushion this guy!
Adam, don't! It's what he wants!
Oh, I'm hit!!
Oh, lordy, I am hit!
Order! Order!
The venom! The venom
is coursing through my veins!
I have been felled
by a winged beast of destruction!
You see? You can't treat them
like equals! They're striped savages!
Stinging's the only thing
they know! It's their way!
- Adam, stay with me.
- I can't feel my legs.
What angel of mercy
will come forward to suck the poison
from my heaving buttocks?
I will have order in this court. Order!
Order, please!
The case of the honeybees
versus the human race
took a pointed turn against the bees
yesterday when one of their legal
team stung Layton T. Montgomery.
- Hey, buddy.
- Hey.
- Is there much pain?
- Yeah.
I...

I blew the whole case, didn't I?
It doesn't matter. What matters is
you're alive. You could have died.
I'd be better off dead. Look at me.
They got it from the cafeteria
downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.
Look, there's
a little celery still on it.
What was it like to sting someone?
I can't explain it. It was all...

All adrenaline and then...

and then ecstasy!
All right.
You think it was all a trap?
Of course. I'm sorry.
I flew us right into this.
What were we thinking? Look at us. We're
just a couple of bugs in this world.
What will the humans do to us
if they win?
I don't know.
I hear they put the roaches in motels.
That doesn't sound so bad.
Adam, they check in,
but they don't check out!
Oh, my.
Oould you get a nurse
to close that window?
- Why?
- The smoke.
Bees don't smoke.
Right. Bees don't smoke.
Bees don't smoke!
But some bees are smoking.
That's it! That's our case!
It is? It's not over?
Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.
Get back to the court and stall.
Stall any way you can.
And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.
Mr. Flayman.
Yes? Yes, Your Honor!
Where is the rest of your team?
Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.
Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,
and as a result,
we don't make very good time.
I actually heard a funny story about...

Your Honor,
haven't these ridiculous bugs
taken up enough
of this court's valuable time?
How much longer will we allow
these absurd shenanigans to go on?
They have presented no compelling
evidence to support their charges
against my clients,
who run legitimate businesses.
I move for a complete dismissal
of this entire case!
Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going
to have to consider
Mr. Montgomery's motion.
But you can't! We have a terrific case.
Where is your proof?
Where is the evidence?
Show me the smoking gun!
Hold it, Your Honor!
You want a smoking gun?
Here is your smoking gun.
What is that?
It's a bee smoker!
What, this?
This harmless little contraption?
This couldn't hurt a fly,
let alone a bee.
Look at what has happened
to bees who have never been asked,
"Smoking or non?"
Is this what nature intended for us?
To be forcibly addicted
to smoke machines
and man-made wooden slat work camps?
Living out our lives as honey slaves
to the white man?
- What are we gonna do?
- He's playing the species card.
Ladies and gentlemen, please,
free these bees!
Free the bees! Free the bees!
Free the bees!
Free the bees! Free the bees!
The court finds in favor of the bees!
Vanessa, we won!
I knew you could do it! High-five!
Sorry.
I'm OK! You know what this means?
All the honey
will finally belong to the bees.
Now we won't have
to work so hard all the time.
This is an unholy perversion
of the balance of nature, Benson.
You'll regret this.
Barry, how much honey is out there?
All right. One at a time.
Barry, who are you wearing?
My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
and I have no pants.
- What if Montgomery's right?
- What do you mean?
We've been living the bee way
a long time, 27 million years.
Oongratulations on your victory.
What will you demand as a settlement?
First, we'll demand a complete shutdown
of all bee work camps.
Then we want back the honey
that was ours to begin with,
every last drop.
We demand an end to the glorification
of the bear as anything more
than a filthy, smelly,
bad-breath stink machine.
We're all aware
of what they do in the woods.
Wait for my signal.
Take him out.
He'll have nauseous
for a few hours, then he'll be fine.
And we will no longer tolerate
bee-negative nicknames...

But it's just a prance-about stage name!
...
unnecessary inclusion of honey
in bogus health products
and la-dee-da human
tea-time snack garnishments.
Oan't breathe.
Bring it in, boys!
Hold it right there! Good.
Tap it.
Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
and there's gallons more coming!
- I think we need to shut down!
- Shut down? We've never shut down.
Shut down honey production!
Stop making honey!
Turn your key, sir!
What do we do now?
Oannonball!
We're shutting honey production!
Mission abort.
Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
Returning to base.
Adam, you wouldn't believe
how much honey was out there.
Oh, yeah?
What's going on? Where is everybody?
- Are they out celebrating?
- They're home.
They don't know what to do.
Laying out, sleeping in.
I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way
to San Antonio with a cricket.
At least we got our honey back.
Sometimes I think, so what if humans
liked our honey? Who wouldn't?
It's the greatest thing in the world!
I was excited to be part of making it.
This was my new desk. This was my
new job. I wanted to do it really well.
And now...

Now I can't.
I don't understand
why they're not happy.
I thought their lives would be better!
They're doing nothing. It's amazing.
Honey really changes people.
You don't have any idea
what's going on, do you?
- What did you want to show me?
- This.
What happened here?
That is not the half of it.
Oh, no. Oh, my.
They're all wilting.
Doesn't look very good, does it?
No.
And whose fault do you think that is?
You know, I'm gonna guess bees.
Bees?
Specifically, me.
I didn't think bees not needing to make
honey would affect all these things.
It's notjust flowers.
Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.
That's our whole SAT test right there.
Take away produce, that affects
the entire animal kingdom.
And then, of course...

The human species?
So if there's no more pollination,
it could all just go south here,
couldn't it?
I know this is also partly my fault.
How about a suicide pact?
How do we do it?
- I'll sting you, you step on me.
- Thatjust kills you twice.
Right, right.
Listen, Barry...

sorry, but I gotta get going.
I had to open my mouth and talk.
Vanessa?
Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
Where are you going?
To the final Tournament of Roses parade
in Pasadena.
They've moved it to this weekend
because all the flowers are dying.
It's the last chance
I'll ever have to see it.
Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.
I never meant it to turn out like this.
I know. Me neither.
Tournament of Roses.
Roses can't do sports.
Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?
Roses!
Vanessa!
Roses?!
Barry?
- Roses are flowers!
- Yes, they are.
Flowers, bees, pollen!
I know.
That's why this is the last parade.
Maybe not.
Oould you ask him to slow down?
Oould you slow down?
Barry!
OK, I made a huge mistake.
This is a total disaster, all my fault.
Yes, it kind of is.
I've ruined the planet.
I wanted to help you
with the flower shop.
I've made it worse.
Actually, it's completely closed down.
I thought maybe you were remodeling.
But I have another idea, and it's
greater than my previous ideas combined.
I don't want to hear it!
All right, they have the roses,
the roses have the pollen.
I know every bee, plant
and flower bud in this park.
All we gotta do is get what they've got
back here with what we've got.
- Bees.
- Park.
- Pollen!
- Flowers.
- Repollination!
- Across the nation!
Tournament of Roses,
Pasadena, Oalifornia.
They've got nothing
but flowers, floats and cotton candy.
Security will be tight.
I have an idea.
Vanessa Bloome, FTD.
Official floral business. It's real.
Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.
Thank you. It was a gift.
Once inside,
we just pick the right float.
How about The Princess and the Pea?
I could be the princess,
and you could be the pea!
Yes, I got it.
- Where should I sit?
- What are you?
- I believe I'm the pea.
- The pea?
It goes under the mattresses.
- Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.
- I'm getting the marshal.
You do that!
This whole parade is a fiasco!
Let's see what this baby'll do.
Hey, what are you doing?!
Then all we do
is blend in with traffic...

...
without arousing suspicion.
Once at the airport,
there's no stopping us.
Stop! Security.
- You and your insect pack your float?
- Yes.
Has it been
in your possession the entire time?
Would you remove your shoes?
- Remove your stinger.
- It's part of me.
I know. Just having some fun.
Enjoy your flight.
Then if we're lucky, we'll have
just enough pollen to do the job.
Oan you believe how lucky we are? We
have just enough pollen to do the job!
I think this is gonna work.
It's got to work.
Attention, passengers,
this is Oaptain Scott.
We have a bit of bad weather
in New York.
It looks like we'll experience
a couple hours delay.
Barry, these are cut flowers
with no water. They'll never make it.
I gotta get up there
and talk to them.
Be careful.
Oan I get help
with the Sky Mall magazine?
I'd like to order the talking
inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.
Oaptain, I'm in a real situation.
- What'd you say, Hal?
- Nothing.
Bee!
Don't freak out! My entire species...

What are you doing?
- Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!
- Who's an attorney?
Don't move.
Oh, Barry.
Good afternoon, passengers.
This is your captain.
Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B
please report to the cockpit?
And please hurry!
What happened here?
There was a DustBuster,
a toupee, a life raft exploded.
One's bald, one's in a boat,
they're both unconscious!
- Is that another bee joke?
- No!
No one's flying the plane!
This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.
What's your status?
This is Vanessa Bloome.
I'm a florist from New York.
Where's the pilot?
He's unconscious,
and so is the copilot.
Not good. Does anyone onboard
have flight experience?
As a matter of fact, there is.
- Who's that?
- Barry Benson.
From the honey trial?! Oh, great.
Vanessa, this is nothing more
than a big metal bee.
It's got giant wings, huge engines.
I can't fly a plane.
- Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?
- Yes.
How hard could it be?
Wait, Barry!
We're headed into some lightning.
This is Bob Bumble. We have some
late-breaking news from JFK Airport,
where a suspenseful scene
is developing.
Barry Benson,
fresh from his legal victory...

That's Barry!
...
is attempting to land a plane,
loaded with people, flowers
and an incapacitated flight crew.
Flowers?!
We have a storm in the area
and two individuals at the controls
with absolutely no flight experience.
Just a minute.
There's a bee on that plane.
I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson
and his no-account compadres.
They've done enough damage.
But isn't he your only hope?
Technically, a bee
shouldn't be able to fly at all.
Their wings are too small...

Haven't we heard this a million times?
"The surface area of the wings
and body mass make no sense."
- Get this on the air!
- Got it.
- Stand by.
- We're going live.
The way we work may be a mystery to you.
Making honey takes a lot of bees
doing a lot of small jobs.
But let me tell you about a small job.
If you do it well,
it makes a big difference.
More than we realized.
To us, to everyone.
That's why I want to get bees
back to working together.
That's the bee way!
We're not made of Jell-O.
We get behind a fellow.
- Black and yellow!
- Hello!
Left, right, down, hover.
- Hover?
- Forget hover.
This isn't so hard.
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!
Barry, what happened?!
Wait, I think we were
on autopilot the whole time.
- That may have been helping me.
- And now we're not!
So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.
All of you, let's get
behind this fellow! Move it out!
Move out!
Our only chance is if I do what I'd do,
you copy me with the wings of the plane!
Don't have to yell.
I'm not yelling!
We're in a lot of trouble.
It's very hard to concentrate
with that panicky tone in your voice!
It's not a tone. I'm panicking!
I can't do this!
Vanessa, pull yourself together.
You have to snap out of it!
You snap out of it.
You snap out of it.
- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!
- Hold it!
- Why? Oome on, it's my turn.
How is the plane flying?
I don't know.
Hello?
Benson, got any flowers
for a happy occasion in there?
The Pollen Jocks!
They do get behind a fellow.
- Black and yellow.
- Hello.
All right, let's drop this tin can
on the blacktop.
Where? I can't see anything. Oan you?
No, nothing. It's all cloudy.
Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry.
- Thinking bee.
- Thinking bee.
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Wait a minute.
I think I'm feeling something.
- What?
- I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.
Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.
Bring the nose down.
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
- What in the world is on the tarmac?
- Get some lights on that!
Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
- Vanessa, aim for the flower.
- OK.
Out the engines. We're going in
on bee power. Ready, boys?
Affirmative!
Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.
Land on that flower!
Ready? Full reverse!
Spin it around!
- Not that flower! The other one!
- Which one?
- That flower.
- I'm aiming at the flower!
That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.
I mean the giant pulsating flower
made of millions of bees!
Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.
Rotate around it.
- This is insane, Barry!
- This's the only way I know how to fly.
Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane
flying in an insect-like pattern?
Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid.
Smell it. Full reverse!
Just drop it. Be a part of it.
Aim for the center!
Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!
Oome on, already.
Barry, we did it!
You taught me how to fly!
- Yes. No high-five!
- Right.
Barry, it worked!
Did you see the giant flower?
What giant flower? Where? Of course
I saw the flower! That was genius!
- Thank you.
- But we're not done yet.
Listen, everyone!
This runway is covered
with the last pollen
from the last flowers
available anywhere on Earth.
That means this is our last chance.
We're the only ones who make honey,
pollinate flowers and dress like this.
If we're gonna survive as a species,
this is our moment! What do you say?
Are we going to be bees, orjust
Museum of Natural History keychains?
We're bees!
Keychain!
Then follow me! Except Keychain.
Hold on, Barry. Here.
You've earned this.
Yeah!
I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect
fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.
Oh, yeah.
That's our Barry.
Mom! The bees are back!
If anybody needs
to make a call, now's the time.
I got a feeling we'll be
working late tonight!
Here's your change. Have a great
afternoon! Oan I help who's next?
Would you like some honey with that?
It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.
Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me.
And I don't see a nickel!
Sometimes I just feel
like a piece of meat!
I had no idea.
Barry, I'm sorry.
Have you got a moment?
Would you excuse me?
My mosquito associate will help you.
Sorry I'm late.
He's a lawyer too?
I was already a blood-sucking parasite.
All I needed was a briefcase.
Have a great afternoon!
Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,
and I can't get them anywhere.
No problem, Vannie.
Just leave it to me.
You're a lifesaver, Barry.
Oan I help who's next?
All right, scramble, jocks!
It's time to fly.
Thank you, Barry!
That bee is living my life!
Let it go, Kenny.
- When will this nightmare end?!
- Let it all go.
- Beautiful day to fly.
- Sure is.
Between you and me,
I was dying to get out of that office.
You have got
to start thinking bee, my friend.
- Thinking bee!
- Me?
Hold it. Let's just stop
for a second. Hold it.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.
Oan we stop here?
I'm not making a major life decision
during a production number!
All right. Take ten, everybody.
Wrap it up, guys.
I had virtually no rehearsal for that.
What a tremendously hostile world a rat must endure. Yet not only does he survive, he thrives. And the reason for this is because this little foe has an instinct for survival and preservation second to none.
"But three minutes later, the home side were firmly back in control '" thanks to more sloppy defending."
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Then she sighed.
Then she sighed.
He wondered if his wife really loved him
He laughed and laughed.
For she was openminded, and loved the sun more than coffe
IT went bump in the night
Hello
She held her breath as the needle came closer and closer to her porcelain skin
It happens one moment. I may have been just up or I may have stood here for hours. Feeling tired now. Wisdom ends up in measuring scars. One small wound above my eyebrow has an iridescent edge. It gives me no pain now, as I gingerly touch it. My eyes show the dissolution of happenings. Without remembering or to continue with this repetition. Through it I go forth from myself. My image is near to me and in the same time I am always searching for it. Holding on to this momentary existence. It's funny. Day, night: watching, listening, rarely speaking - - non-existent, seen only by those he sees. My face an affable blank. Make of it what you will. The eyes flicker; the hands shift discreetly. A map of calculation. People tend to be restless in my company, looking away into the distance. Freeze the scene of a still, then abstract myself like a cut-out photo. Glad to see it all go, in a way. There is a moment of silence during in which I deliberately ignore the presence of everything. Because there is nothing else. my brief life is nothing but altered architecture of events, illustrated facades, spaces between cars, birds over buildings, other versions of you. Living this way, one is always " recovering ". Everybody wants to talk. It's like a compulsion. I read my notes, between the lines. It just doesn't make sense at all. You drift into day-to-day, years go by. Suddenly there is a direction. Naturally things cannot fit together this way. But in my opinion, something has been achieved which so closely approximates the truth that makes our living and our dying easier. Life is more than a Chinese puzzle. This is my part of the cycle of things. Everything is something it isn't and everybody is always somewhere else. Life is not really like you see it. It is fugitive. Once it begins, it unfolds in a chaos. The emptiness is a mirror turned towards my existence. For now, I want to stay. Waiting at something else to go differently. It doesn't matter. I've clung to it. I've clung to the current traversing waves of blankness. You know, at one time I thought it would be good simply to watch people. Be an impassive camera eye. Of course, soon after I was able to do just that, I lost the desire. I suppose because their reasons for doing everything are predicated on needs and fears I can no longer share. I need the time. It's difficult for me to memorize things, but I can do it if there is peace and quiet and no bad feelings in the air. Anonymous and grey. I Imagine the rain stream of forceful water like untold secrets for the last time, like a warm gush stuck there with nothing coming out. Itchy at first, then uncomfortable, then almost painful. Once it starts boiling over, there's no stopping it, and no question about what is happening. Surrounded by a smell that lingers in the air on a hot summer day after the lawn gets moved like rainbows and kittens. Warm silvery feeling to fill in the blanks with the detail of delicate circles, changing in secret, getting to the centre and it's the burst of flavour slightly salty and warm when you least expect it. It burns in the back of the throat. Eyelids like silver leaves. There was nothing to say, a slight regret about a mistake. Waiting for a long time before leaving the room. Feeling the resonance of the place. Time to leave.
Conquer with your art.
mi smo ovde
DROP ACID NOT BOMBS
MAKE PEACE NOT WAR
LISTEN UP
we are gathered here today
And then he forgot
What thoughts were in my head? Why did I think that was a good idea?
it was a dark and stormy night while the TV was on and the cat was sleeping
There once a horseman
Im gonna build a wall,it's gonna be 8 feet tall,Im gonna make mexico pay for it all
Then he smoked snickelfritz
and so she left in a hurricane
And then you lose and once you lose all you are is a loser.
Its a once in a lifetime find and once its gone...
it's gone.
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I meant to write "Alas" not "At least".
One line for a mind of countless thoughts? To divide ones perception of all things into one simple note of expression, shared with any willing pair of eyes, is ludicrous. I refuse to limit my talent, in order to fit into a box, chosen by an unknown source. I choose to let my words flow alike a raging waterfall, spilled over the world with such majesty that with each splash of imagination, inspiration is born. As the water satisfies the plants in the earth; my words shall satisfy the minds of the readers. At least, my freedom. I challenge you all to express yourselves without fear. Do not doubt your talent. Do worry yourselves with judgement. Be free. Be you. The rest of the world will do or think as they wish, that's not your responsibility nor should it be your concern. You do not have to fit into anyone else's box. It's okay to be, just who you are.
I squinted at the words, confusion lighting up in me. "What..?" I mumbled to myself, scanning the page again. "This makes no sense."
Gregory Chen looked at the warped record in his hands and felt concerned.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his noisy surroundings. He had always loved beautiful Truro with its narrow, nice nooks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel concerned.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Jeff Smart. Jeff was a scheming deity with slimy thighs and wide spots.
Gregory gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a patient, malicious, whiskey drinker with wobbly thighs and fragile spots. His friends saw him as a tough, teeny-tiny teacher. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a sour owl.
But not even a patient person who had once jumped into a river and saved a sour owl, was prepared for what Jeff had in store today.
The moon shone like jumping blue bottles, making Gregory sad.
As Gregory stepped outside and Jeff came closer, he could see the decaying glint in his eye.
"Look Gregory," growled Jeff, with a kind glare that reminded Gregory of scheming blue bottles. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want Internet access. You owe me 6697 old pies."
Gregory looked back, even more sad and still fingering the warped record. "Jeff, I admire your eyebrows," he replied.
They looked at each other with sleepy feelings, like two early, eager elephants smiling at a very mean wake, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two ruthless uncles sleeping to the beat.
Gregory regarded Jeff's slimy thighs and wide spots. "I don't have the funds ...
" he lied.
Jeff glared. "Do you want me to shove that warped record where the sun don't shine?"
Gregory promptly remembered his patient and malicious values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."
Jeff looked stable, his wallet blushing like a thankful, thirsty torch.
Then Jeff came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.
You have to admit that she was right.
hello he said to her
But then the trees crept in
Wenn irgendetwas ist, schreibt mich gerne an, ob Privat oder in den Kommentaren.
I thought I'd never see him again
This will never end.
pine-trees.
the by her measure
We great, is
She song. our to swiftly her
Bring flight,
O note: our tells string loosed
The arrows- our share we bank the
On song, a have
We pitch? we shall note
What shore? the
On spear-head your fling you
Will sea? the on glimmer you Will
Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does
Am I funny yet? I cling to vine to hide the fact I as a teenager have no way to connect to my peers.
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For once in my lifetime, I feel complete! This home is mine, and mine alone.
Coffee tastes like water. I am stronger than the coffee on my weakest days. I feel weak today, like the coffee I have consumed. The weakness has consumed me. This isn't poetry. This is a method of killing time while I wait for hours to pass. I am waiting to go home to drink coffee that is strong. This is not a poem, not a song. Coffee tastes like nothing. I need fresh air.
i love you your awesome
Once there was a boy named Sue
Oh dear, thought Alice, Look at this mess.
When thou hast stolen away from fairy land,
And in the shape of Corin sat all day,
Playing on pipes of corn and versing love
To amorous Phillida
These are the forgeries of jealousy
Till I torment thee for this injury
there once was a cow named betty
she just couldn't get ready
she had a date
but she was late
and her dates name was eddy
but then, I tripped
ally appreciate it if the inner turmoil would cease"
"8 feet tall! She's 8 feet tall!!!"
I try to sooth the child
the sound escapes me.
I could no longer speak
We must show her
Who are-?
We must show her we are safe.
No! No grabbing her would only scare her more.
Yet why do our hands rest upon her breathless neck?
Where are we?!? What did you do?!?
What you couldn't.
Doppelganger!
No. Simply...
I am...

Death
I...
I see so far
I can see over the hedge
Crooked smile, why do you dawn on me so?
Twisting my face into a malicious grin...

Help...

Help...

What a noise...

A strange noise
Like a choking grunt
Dear child
Come to my aid
But why..?
Why do you scream?
Are you afraid?
How..?
How did I die?
My body...
so grotesque
Unrecognizable
I'm scared
Where do I go?
What do I do?
Think think think
Wait...

Where am I?
I screeched the car to a stop and climbed out shakily.
This Christmas season was bound to be different. Joy in the air, we couldn't wait for the first snowflake to come. It had been a small dream to build a snowman.In fact, I used to have dreams as a young girl about being a snowman. I was to rule the land of ice!
Al weer een jaar voorbij,
"Fear is unknown, but love knows all." Don't forget that kid.
act job workflow master
Nature is the template
Life's a drug and we're all addicted.
everybody dance now!
oooooo
Peter Piper picked a pickled pepper
lunch is the best meal of the day
And as the moonlight shone through the trees, they knew that they were truly lost.
And then she said moo.
And that was the end.
hi
You always exist somewhere in the world, and some day this will just be a piece of my expression. Scattered and unknown to all that I was here on this day (November 29th, 2018).
stretch me razor thin like I am your deity
panda named slime she was so kind
hit or i guess they never miss huh
she got a boyfriend i bet she knows he beats em
MWAH
She lied in court and now she gets to keep em
maybe ill get to see them once or twice a week hun
Once upon a time
that's the way they liked it best.
It farted loudly.
somewhat
there is no such thing as an end
who will mourn the world
when there is nothing left?
She's the coldest and the darkest skin
And you glow inside the dream I'm in
By the moonshine
I can see you on the coldest side
Wait until my body's gone
But when you argue
You don't let me down
So when you speak, you know
Look for me and the shipper's boat
And leave the house behind
By the moonshine
You glow in the dark
Come dance with me
By the moonshine
You glow in te dark
Come dance with me
She's the coldest and the darkest skin
And you glow inside the dream I'm in
No it's not you
'Cause you are the night
Wait until the others come
No it's not me
Come home and decide
Step, fall, break, laugh
I make stronger
By the moonshine
You glow in the dark
Come dance with me
By the moonshine
You glow in the dark
Come dance with me
She's the coldest and the darkest skin
And you glow inside the dream I'm in
Only by the moonshine
This is gospel for the fallen ones
Locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosophies
From pieces of broken memories
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
The gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds
But they haven't seen the best of us yet
If you love me let me go
If you love me let me go
'Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
This is gospel for the vagabonds,
Ne'er-do-wells, insufferable bastards
Confessing their apostasies
Led away by imperfect impostors
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Don't try to sleep through the end of the world
Bury me alive
'Cause I won't give up without a fight
If you love me let me go
If you love me let me go
'Cause these words are knives that often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was yours
The fear, the fear of falling apart
Oh, the fear of falling apart
Oh, the fear, the fear of falling apart
Oh (This is the beat of my heart)
The fear of falling apart
Oh (This is the beat of my heart)
The fear of falling apart
Oh (This is the beat of my heart)
The fear of falling apart
Oh (This is the beat of my heart)
The fear of falling apart
We are attending the Meet Ball next week. They will be serving meatballs.
Autoportrait (Tamara in a Green Bugatti) is a self-portrait by the Polish artist Tamara de Lempicka
Bubs' Old Pizza is a product that Bubs sells from his concession stand.
Bubs' Old Pizza is a product that Bubs sells from his concession stand.
Homestar Runner is his delivery boy, bringing The Cheat's order to him in the email privileges. It was supposedly topped with mushrooms and Pop-Tarts.
Judging from the name, and the slogan "It's-a really old", the product is not very fresh. The grease stains on the box further add to the questionable quality.
Once he found what he was looking for, he turned around.
Pizza with pineapple is truly a gift from God
...
.and that's how you ruin the Never Ending Story.
and that's why she shaved her legs
Dave looked up and saw it. The large silver disc sat there in the sky, motionless.
Then he died...

And the everything was awesome, and Keeper of the lost cities is forever an amazing book seires.
If I were to die would anyone care? Probably not. Some people tell me to speak out about this. They say if you talk louder people will hear. Yet I'm screaming, but no one sees to hear. Maybe people care, but probably not. All things considered, they were the ones who pushed me and watched me fall. They were the ones who made me realize everything wrong with me. So, in a way, I have to thank them. Anyways, this is me speaking out. Still, no one hears.
Every decision you have ever made has led you to this sentence. You think you can defy the fates? You, who thinks you are perfectly in control of your actions, when in reality, your peers, your environment, and even a silent part of your brain make you second guess yourself and conform to other's will. You have never been in control. You couldn't choose the mother who brought you to this world. You couldn't choose your genetics, and their awful ways of debilitating you. You can't even choose what happens tomorrow, though you think you can. Fate likes to bite those who think they can defy it in the ass. Better to lean in the wind, my friend. Who knows? Maybe the fates will end your miserable life tomorrow, or even right after you read this. In any case, have a nice day.
Once upon a terribly dreadful time, there was a small cat-licking bird that lived on a lane by my house whose name was Charles just like every other soul, male or female, that lived on my smelly, stinky, orange, old, rotten, messy, busted cul-de-sac between Belmont and Rose which are both Gay-ass Streets Like North street or some shit that reminds me of a celebrity like Paris Hilton or some blonde loser that doesn't even know the capital of her own country, which is the United States of America. aka: The U.S.A which is a pristine nation of beauty, opposing to a country as the country of Somalia and Belgium, a part of Europe, which doesn't even have a government, it's just in a complete state of anarchy just like my mind and soul which are both filled with outrageous nonsense that I'm typing down right now into some fat long sentence that probably makes no sense but who cares I'm trying to set some sort of weird record here like most ducks snorted or some weird thing like that and if I do set some sort of record I will be in the Guinness Book of World Records (though anti-American and pro European, a place of pitty and despair as Somalia is) which was always my dream because that book has a whole bunch a cool and weird stuff in it and I would Become famous and add to the weirdness of the book like some of their records which reminds me of the Rob & Big where Rob sets all of those skateboarding Records And Big Black eats bananas and donuts and three weeks later they both get plaques saying the record they set and I want to get one of those so that's why I'm writing all of this stuff down without ever using a period or some other sentence ending mark like an exclamation point or a question mark or any other symbol that could possibly end my streak of words that is really long now and would take me a while to count just like counting sheep which is supposed to put you to sleep but it really keeps you awake because you want to keep counting and counting until you don't know what comes after trillions, but that would take Years or something because it would take a while just to count a trillion seconds or minutes would be even worse just like how ducks are worse that geese because they are more aggressive around their young unlike great white sharks which are often eaten by their mothers when they are born and the ones who do make it out alive have no mother to teach them how to hunt or whatever because none of that matters because us human beings have mothers unless they die or run off with some CEO of a big company or someone else who makes a lot of money and then they leave you with your dad and you are jealous of your friends if you have any because they have moms and you don't because your mom was some greedy pig who wanted money but ended up only getting the money part and she bought drugs because she was depressed and ended up killing herself from an overdose and you wouldn't even know about it until you become some rich person and check the files somewhere and learn that she died of a overdose and you eyes get all teary and then you start crying because you know that you wouldn't be alive without that woman you called mom and I just found out right now that the longest sentence is like 10,000 words so I have a ways to go and you have to go with me so let's go to 6th gear and throw out some words like Emphysema which I had to do a report on in 4th grade because we had a ton of projects and this was the disease one and we chose diseases out of a hat and I came out with Emphysema which is a form of lung cancer which is 98% caused by smoking which reminds me of the way my dad describes smoking: "you get plant leaves, wrap them in paper, light it on fire and suck on it" which is normally a sentence but not today because I'm setting out on the quest for a long sentence that I'm typing up which reminds me of a story my grandpa told me about himself when he was "your age" about how they covered the letters on the type writers and they had to type so that they could memorize where the letters are on a type writer and my grandpa says he will never regret taking that class because it helped him out a lot when it came to typing and now a days he is not bad a typing at all because He is almost as fast as me because I am a pretty fast typer and writing this article isn't taking very long and expect being pretty far pretty soon at the pace I'm going right now so there are going to be some serious records getting busted when I'm finally finished writing this article on this dumb website which will probably end up huffing this article even though it is fun-packed and joyful and keeps the reader reading when they use that excuse to mom saying "just one more sentence" but that sentence is 10,000 words long and still continuing to go at a reasonable pace and it is going to shatter most of those long sentence records just like how the chargers are going to shatter the most consecutive years without a super bowl win record and I doubt that they will win one in the near future but they patriots are going to win some serious super bowls because they are the best team ever even better than the cowboys or 49ers and no one cares a bout them so go patriots and boo chargers even though I live in San Diego and Like the Padres I hate the Chargers because they are bad and the padres are bad too but I don't care because they are my favorite team and the dodgers are my least favorite along with the Yankees because the Yankees get a lot of money to spend and the padres and marlins get almost nothing and then the Yankees buy a-rod for a lot and the Rays get almost no money but are still fighting for first place this season without expensive players like Derek jeter or a-rod or johnny damon or whoever because they are an all around better team that can beat the Yankees even though the Yankees can beat the royals a lot who really suck because they suck more that the padres do and so do the mariners and Rockies even thought the Rockies went to the world series last year they lost and haven't stopped losing for a while now, either and they are last place in the nl west and that is where the padres used to be but they started hitting homeruns and winning games and are dong pretty good right now despite having little offense except for Adrian Gonzalez who is leading the NL in RBI's even though he is on the team who scores the least runs in the league but they are not last in homeruns though they are like 5 away or something but I'm not sure so screw that and let's talk about something fun like water or food or dirt or something but I think food is the best because their is a lot of things to talk about with food like you r favorite food which mine happens to be some spicy burrito form Chipotle mexican grill and it is very good just like this macaroni my mom made one time that had bread crumbs on top and it was very good like all of the food they serve on top chef which I wish I could be a judge for because they have a lot of good food on that show and it makes my mouth water whenever I watch it and that is why I watch it because the food is totally awesome and sometimes I hate the people but they end up getting eliminated like the Dance crews in France's Best Dance Crew which is a great show and you should watch it because people do good dancing like the JFrabbawockeez because they won the first season and they are very good just like supreme soul and So real crew and phresh select and super cr3w and I'm only at 1500 words right now so I have to write some serious stuff like a life biography about myself and anything I've ever done which includes going to big bear to ski, fishing, breathing, swimming, going, farting, eating, sleeping and a whole lot more stuff which reminds me of 4th grade again when my teacher was debating with the class whether "a lot" was one or two words and all of the kids including myself said one while the teacher said two and he was right and we were wrong but no one cared because we all had fun arguing about and I have fun arguing with my friends about football and not baseball because in baseball we all like the same team but in football I like the patriots and my friends like the chargers and the 49ers and the eagles and the saints but my team always woops their team's ass and they say that the patriots "cheat" and that's how they won even though the patriots just pwned their team and they suck and my team is good but we all agree when it comes to baseball because we all like the padres and we never really argue over anything in baseball which is my favorite sport and I play it and I am good a it and I want it to be my profession but I doubt that that will happen so my backup plan is being a cop because you get all of the benefits and you get paid after you retire which is good news and I would also like to be some government dude or something like that because they get the benefits too so it would be cool to work for the government which reminds me that my principal worked at the white house and taught the president email because he was the computer guy or something like that so h knows a whole bunch of computer crap like my dad and he is fat too so everyone makes fun of him and I think he huffs kittens too but I am not sure and about that and what the hell is up with all the n00b and kitten huffing on this gay ass website like all of the things like "the writer may have been huffing kittens" and stuff like that it really annoys the hell out of me just like other things such as when people clip their finger nails it makes that weird noise that get me all crazy and I hate it just like how me friend hates the sound of chalk on a chalkboard which I find soothing and relaxing but he gets really annoyed and psyched out and he is also very pale-skinned and so is the rest of his family so it must have been some genetic thing like twins and clones and whole bunch of other confusing science crap that I learned a long time ago in 7th grade or something which was when we watched movies in class like UHF which has weird al in it and it is very funny because weird al has to save a TV station with a whole bunch of weird shows like wheel of fish and rauls wild kingdom with a whole bunch of cool animals like flamingos and turtles and stuff like that but who cares lets get to the meaty part of this article which is the part where I write the longest word known to man which is Methionylthreonylthreonyl...
isoleucine which is cut out because it has 189,819 words so wikipedia had to cut out the middle part and the longest word is the name of a protein which is the largest known to man to so big names go to big things is apparently the moral of this story ladies and gentleman the road doesn't stop here and I have to continue no matter what you say or think so I should just write some story now that has no periods so lets start with a guy named Carl who liked fish and women and he went to Clara's house and they had a good food but that isn't enough of a story to set the record so I think I'll just stick to writing random crap which really makes no sense at all and here is some random picture
the moon smiles off the still cobalt blue lake
and then mr krabs entered the saloon, fully naked
animal
virus
late last night
"Emily, sweetheart?" Kathrine called.
"Yes Mother?" Called Emily.
"Father's gone," Cried Cat. Emily ran downstairs crying.
splendid juicy sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;
Give me me autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the fresh;
There's nothing I can do about it.
and he ran into a pig
And there he was
I looked for you amongst the stars...
but I could never find you.
There was a man named tom.
the chill of winter fell
And then he wore shoes
She was naked as the towel hit the floor but she was angry not surprised. She was too strong for that.
And then that's when we jumped him.
All down the street they're standin' in line
With white lipstick and one thing on their mind
Hey little freak with the lunch pail purse
Underneath the paint you're just a little girl
Dancin' at the Zombie Zoo, dancin' at the Zombie Zoo
Painted in a corner and all you wanna do
Is dance down at the Zombie Zoo
Cute little dropout, how come you pack a rod
Is your mother in a clinic? has your father got no job?
Sometimes you're so impulsive,
You shaved off all your hair
You look like Boris Karloff and you don't even care
You're dancin' at the Zombie Zoo
Dancin' at the Zombie Zoo
Painted in a corner and all you wanna do is dance down at the
Zombie Zoo
She disappears at sunrise, I wonder where
She goes until
The night comes fallin' down again she shows
Up with her friends half-alive
You can make a big impression or
Go through life unseen
You might wind up restricted and over seventeen
It's so hard to be careful, so easy to be led
Somewhere beyond the pavement
You'll find the living dead
And then I died.
Every cat immediately stood at attention.
That wasn't all.
and all at once everything, everything was as it should be in the universe
Books open your mind to a new world.
Falls season a change of colors
I am UnspeakableGaming
Why hello there mate
Me and my little sister Macy went without food for a day willingly despite the constant don'ts
My sister was in class when the teacher arrived with a box, one moring.
and so he cried
I enjoyed a steaming bowl of corn chowder on this miserably hot day.
we begin our journey
Once upon a time I wasted my time getting to the end of this story only find out its absolute horse shit.
THE hobbit stayed home
They were headed home.
the
never
ending
story
is
a
story
that
never
ends
and
goes
on
and
on
and
on
and
on
and
on
and
on
and
on
and
on
and
on
and
on
and
on
and
on
and
goes
on
forever
and
ever
and
ever
then he died
Luke just got picked by the boston bruins
Colin was here and is still here
cat girl is my name and I play a game
pink fluff unicorns
i will be picked after him
baby its cold outside
the end the end the end
no I am unicorn
Red sox
the End
when we got there they asked me what color I wanted to have for my cast I said 'pink & Purple' they game me something to drink then I was asleep
:)
And Light itself filled the cavern, as the fog crept back, swirling, into the corners of darkness.
When the noises close in, I stop my ears with hot wax.
Everybody is
Nobody to
Somebody.
Fear us not
Be still my heart
Beat still, the art
My words muffle the dark
To bring peace and a spark
The never ending story must be described as a thing of fiction. I can not fathom how any story can go on and on and on again without reaching its end. Though, I must say I am used to this mindset, I am beyond this point. Tell me, help me comprehend. As you might have come to the conclusion of me being very small minded and just writing down incomplete
My entry appears to be blank. Not anymore, though. I create as I type, bringing new words into existence in an order new to all. Everyone's story is neverending. We pass a torch, given to us by those who came before. Those who came before received it from their those, and them from their those. It goes back and back and back until only one torch existed, the torch from which all of our torches were lit.
Hello my name is
Jerry had died that day for some mysterious reason
But still she loved him.
and she just stared into space
One, two, three, four
Tell me that you love me more
Sleepless long nights
That is what my youth was for
Old teenage hopes are alive at your door
Left you with nothing but they want some more
Oh, uh oh, you're changing your heart
Oh, uh oh, you know who you are
Sweetheart, bitter heart now I can tell you apart
Cozy and cold, put the horse before the cart
Those teenage hopes who have tears in their eyes
Too scared to own up to one little lie
Oh, uh oh, you're changing your heart
Oh, uh oh, you know who you are
One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, or ten
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then
One, two, three, four, five, six, nine, or ten
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then
Oh, uh oh, you're changing your heart
Oh, uh oh, you know who you are
Oh, uh oh, you're changing your heart
Oh, uh oh, you know who you are
Who you are, who you are
For the teenage boys
They're breaking your heart
For the teenage boys
They're breaking your heart
No night is here yet
, pero no tengo en mi despensa sino un poco de salmón ahumado
Blood welting like a fresh rose in her wounds, the girl stepped forward with confidence.
And as he shut the book with a contented sigh he imagined his next adventure.
Downstream the water pooled into a beautiful pond. Harry loved this spot more than any other place.
Feeling faint the grand duchess fell back into her chair. She could hardly believe her eyes the man she once took for dead was there standing near the doorway. He gave her a knowing look as he walked out into the night. The darkness of the outside engulfing him.
The grand duchess sat shivering in her chair holding herself steady. The guard next to her looked to his side and although wanted to ask about her state knew he had no right or authority to. He stood still like a statue as the grand duchess looked as if she was about to fall apart.
In the distance, her husband spotted her and immediately came to question her state. His long strides taking him mere seconds to reach her. "Dear what's wrong is everything ok?"
"Yes, my dearest one. I just felt a mild shiver from the cold. Perhaps it may be best if I just retire to my chambers and excuse myself from the festivities." The grand duchess gave a weak smile as she touched her husband's arm gently.
"As you wish, my love." Her husband took her by the hand and raised a hand to halt the musicians. "My dearest wife, the grand duchess will now retire to her chambers. The festivities may continue in her absence." Her husband looked to her for approval. She gave him a warm smile lifting the husband's mood.
She then turned and began to walk to her chambers. Lifting her heavy skirt up as she began the trek alone giving her time to think of the man who intruded on her festive night. The grand duchess felt exhausted and worried because he held secrets about her that no one else knows. She felt it in her that he came just to taunt her. Sighing she arrived at her shared chambers and began to take off all the bulky and unnecessary garments. Finally feeling free for a while. She adorned a nightgown and laid down in her bed. Still not able to get the man out of her mind. She had to find him again and make sure that he was going to keep his promise. The grand duchess couldn't have anyone know that she wasn't the true heir of this title.
I am lost
This is how it ends
the sky is blue
Her name was Jan.
Mak T was here to save all the mexican food.
"I love never ending stories" Said Lilah
Once upon a time there, was an annoying person who kept writing URLs in the story column.
Everyone was happy when he stopped doing it.
The End
for with that motion, the Andean puppeteer drew his last portrait of his last dog
As the sunlight made the river gleam, she stared at the grassy sidewalk.
Word
How do you want it
Get on the dance floor
no panties
let my fingers in
let the girl behind you
kiss your neck
let your eyes out
let me suck them
and then turn
and let her suck them too
she sits down
you bend over her
let my cock inside your ass
feel it baby
she masturbates
while we jasmine
Home
and we watch the porn
we made last night
I lick you while you watch
Oh my!
"I like seagulls!"
This is the last time, the last line, fine.
They crept up behind the van, moving slowly. ANFO shaked in the absence of gelignite. The timer ticked slowly, second by second, as they left footprints. Around the building in the silent night they moved slowly, one foot in front of the other. The bloodletting began after a sudden boom.
They crept up behind the van, moving slowly. ANFO shaked in the absence of gelignite. The timer ticked slowly, second by second, as they left footprints. Around the building in the silent night they moved slowly, one foot in front of the other. The bloodletting began after a sudden boom.
it's my fault she's dead. i know it. and why can't you admit that it's a little be your's too. here's how life works. you either get to shoot people or you don't. it could be a weakness, too much blood. that bleed. the common source: insects with educated guesses about infections. but, i really it's more helpful if you do the...
i'm blind on the other hand...
so, they missed someone. busy trying to save the guys life. a hallucination? perceptions compromised? you recover. from tearing out your stitches...
we need to talk. your patient hasn't had surgery.
sleep is one of the most important things to your health: rise, warn, digress, annoy, repair pink lemonade - phone inject...
visit, we're under sedge and this will become a tradition on the walls of justice
When she opened the book, she immediately got sucked in and was apart of the story.
Thus the story begins. A story about discovery of the human mind. It is like trying honey for the first time.
Mrs.Smith is the best teacher EVA (:
Hello she says with a smile on her face.
yo breath stank jhit
im riding in a stolo
i get the much money for u broke boys
jhitty bug stanl
ho
joshua
Hello
and there it was in the middle of a deep dark unknown freezing cold forest
Linda Balboul
And that is the end of that.
Tandy couldn't let him get by with this.
She couldn't bear to see him walk away again.
once their was a boy and a girl
Anyway, that's a story for another time.
And that's when everything went wrong.
But it wasn't what he expected...

I hate life why dose any one care well I now I cant be the only one I cant take it no more so tell your story if you agree genasis pedrino
as all the stars shine you shine the brightest.
genasis pedrino
Death runs closer,
Life turns away,
Tears leave,
shadows go into the light,
Darkness is the only true friend.
-Maddisen Hegwald
as all may come and all may go it is never the end for all story's are told. genasis pedrino
Using the back of the shovel to pat the freshly laid dirt, as if trying to pack it deeper into the ground. Without a second look over my shoulder, I began making my way back through the field towards my car. The combat boots on my feet satisfyingly crunching the fallen leaves beneath my feet. I tossed the dirty shovel in the trunk of my silver car and sat in the front seat with an evil, vengeful grin on my face. That man will never lay his hands on my baby sister again.
Brony-life forever
It was a dark spooky night.
He drew his last breath slowly.
And I woke up forever.
um modelo de intergeracionalidade
I think I will buy the red car, or I will lease the blue one.
She wrote him a long letter, but he didn't read it.
The mysterious diary records the voice.
Yeah, I think it's a good environment for learning English.
The lake is a long way from here.
How was the math test?
The river stole the gods.
I checked to make sure that he was still alive.
I currently have 4 windows open up and I don't know why.
Sometimes it is better to just walk away from things and go back to them later when you're in a better frame of mind.
Should we start class now, or should we wait for everyone to get here?
I want to buy a onesie but know it won't suit me.
The clock within this blog and the clock on my laptop are 1 hour different from each other.
Hands
I need help
i love trees
A person who
There once was
I love chicken nuggets
Hello there
"yo i'm a dog and i eat dog food its like meat cereal and it taste wired but if i don't eat it i'll die" the dog sits down and watches the human eat he stares at the food hoping it will fall with his mind powers the youngest one is the easiest one to control. SPLAT! "MINE BACK OFF ITS MINE NOW HA HA IN YOU FACE THIS STUFF IS SO FREAKING GOOD!"
"Wait did the dog just talk?"
"I'm not sure i don't think chicken nugget can talk lets try it again."
they drop more food on the ground chicken nugget pounces.
"MINE!"
The family can't believe it chicken nugget can speak they think they should bring him to the news station
The family then lets him outside while they discus
"Wow whats the whole in the fence for lets see if i can crawl through."
chicken nugget did and ran out into the street.
"CAR!"
THE END
Flowers grow, Flowers grow, Flowers grow, Flowers die
The 8 year old girl got her cheerios and she went to bed while eating them she fell asleep and choked and almost died but then she woke up and it was all a dream but she has never been able to get over her fear of cheerios, she is now 47
I like the bones
The was a girl that was killed in a "car accident" but what really is going on was the girl has been kidnapped and is in a basement in a farm house far away from the people she loves.
And they were roommates.
can this be the end. surely this is not the end...
and it wasn't.
The cat emerged staggering from behind the bins
He squeezed the chain so tight around her neck that it snapped and soon she could not breath
He squeezed the neck less so tight that her neck snapped and soon she stopped breathing
He squeezed the neck less so tight that her neck snapped and soon she stopped breathing
She trembled, shivering in the cold night air
And it all ended bloody and deadly
Until dawn, the members soared and plummeted after the medicine was consumed.
There was a little old lady who lived in the woods.
mary had a little lamb
The Princess' guard.
He was a mad man.
there once was a princess
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falcor
Spartacus was so honest that he seemed more Greek than Thracian
And the dog said.
i saw you
That's when I ate his lemon shaped egg.
like fermented pods of feral poodles
The wolf skipped through thick forest with anticipation and fear laying heavily upon her heart.
Once again, he is lost in his nightmares, never leaving him be
And this is the end of the story
Andrew was known for his skills in chemistry and wooing the ladies.
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It was like the world stopped even if I knew that my heart stopped beating
My mother has vitiligo, she always tanned herself to get rid of it, in these big chambers blasting UV rays. She convinces herself that she wears a skin scarred by ghosts. I say, no, you wear a skin swirled by marble.
Now you must die!
Just when she had resigned herself to a quiet future, love displayed itself like a peacock's fan, radiant and magical!
i am asleep zzzzzzz. i wake with a start. i am in a absolute mess!
so far so good
what?
I woke up like this
Nostalgia soon would be the death of me.
That's what Gretchen and Jakov said. Robyn, who is myself, the mind that links them all, hears it all. It haunts her. It haunts me. In the 1500s, Shylock and Antonio live in Venice. Shylock and Antonio are two different people, who had nothing in common. Antonio mocks Shylock and steals from him. Antonio is a respected Christian Fundamentalist in the Venetian Senate. Shylock is a Disrespected Jew who is homeless. Antonio also converted Shylock to Christianity by force. From Shakespeare's mind to Robyn's, to mine. Then we see a more fortunate man in the 1700s. But this proves that Shylock is the least fortunate man alive, for this man is Benedict Arnold, and he is haunted by his American Tormentors. He isn't a traitor, yet, but the Americans, in order to mock him, say that he is. Benjamin Arnould, Benedict's best friend, loathes them, and he is secretly a Brit. He hopes that one day, his friend will join him. Horatio, Horatio Gates is a Narcissist, and a disloyal friend. He betrayed Benedict, after he was wounded. There are more people, but I don't have all day, so we now go to the 1900s. Gretchen, Hans and Hansela, and Jakov as well. They're all Robyn's, my characters, my hopeless attempts to understand a time that can't be understood. Gretchen is privileged and German, an Aryan ideal. She is overweight, and needs to exercise. She pretends to be a Nazi, but she secretly isn't one. Hans and Hansela are two cruel Nazis, two Auschwitz Employees. Hansela is a guard, Hans is a Kommandant. They are married, and they love each other. Hans prefers the physical, Hansela, the emotional. Hans kicks, Hansela kisses, and Honestly, Jakov thinks that Hansela is worse. Speaking of Jakov, Jakov, poor Jakov, is an Auschwitz inmate. He is abused frequently. In the 21st century, there are many. There's Sarah, Antonia, Giovanna and Portia Jr. Sarah is Shylock's descendant, an active girl who likes to climb trees and despises Antonio with a burning passion. Antonia is accepting. She accepts everything but unacceptance. She tolarants everything but intolerance. She loves everything but hatred. She is also very religious, a proud Christian. When her prayers and church services are done however, her mind is on a few things. One thing is Antonio, and while she knows he is cruel, he also seems to genuinely believe that Antonio has good intentions while Sarah believes that he is cruel. They're both right. Antonia's also into Benedict Arnold and thinks that his life is unfair. Giovanna and Portia Jr, two best friends, like Sarah and Antonia. They look similar as well, both have blonde hair and hazel eyes. But in personality, they have a lot of differences. Giovanna says that All Lives Matter, she is a Men's Rights Activist and she is a Vegan. Portia Jr. says that Black Lives Matter too, she is a Feminist, and she is a meat eater. t
Then there's Natalia. She's obsessed about Jonathan Pollard. She wants him to be free. She has Autism, and she doesn't care about what other people say about her. But say one word against Jonathan Pollard at your own risk, for she will care, and she will get mad. She won't hit you, but she'll talk and talk until you feel like your ears are bleeding. There's also Benedictine, Benedict Arnold's descendant. She's a lot like Sarah. There are more but my fingers are in pain and I want to do something else. All of my characters are linked by Robyn's, my mind, and She, I imagine all of them.
Why is my life a Paradise?! Why is my life a Hell?! Why am I so fortunate?! Why am I so unfortunate?! Why does she do the things she does?! Why does she do them to me?! Why does he enjoy his cruelty to you?! Why does he enjoy his cruelty to me?! Why must it be that the Nazis can abuse you?! Why must it be that the Nazis can abuse me?! Why do they want to kill you?! Why do they want to kill me?! Why can't you be free?! Why can't I be free?! I know why, but I can't understand. I know why but I can't understand.
spill your mind, drip, drip!
Over tides and rivers long ago, there lived a girl called onion. I can recall she always looked out of the window especially during class. She was my best friend.
I went to the store to get so stuff to make cookies and I since a door and I didn't know where it came from and it did say workers only on it.
there may be no one in the soft smooth breeze for me . but i will always feel sukone by my side feel the pain feel the love anfd happiness to be around someone even when i have noone there this is how i get the best out of imagination pain is strong but love is weak so never seperete thos etwo its not fun or sad its life
It was only animals in all their peculiar fearfulness and peculiar savagery that possessed a charm. The soundless, stealthy tread in the total darkness of night; the hidden monsters of the woods; the shrieks of a bird flying past; the wind, the smell of blood, the rumbling in space; in short, the reigning spirit of the kingdom of savage creatures hovering over savagery ...
the unconscious poetry!...
But I was afraid this bored her. The consciousness of my great poverty seized me anew, and crushed me. If I had only been in any way well-enough dressed to have given her the pleasure of this little tour in the Tivoli! I could not make out this creature, who could find pleasure in letting herself be accompanied up the whole of Carl Johann Street by a half-naked beggar. What, in the name of God, was she thinking of? And why was I walking there, giving myself airs, and smiling idiotically at nothing? Had I any reasonable cause, either, for letting myself be worried into a long walk by this dainty, silken-clad bird? Mayhap it did not cost me an effort? Did I not feel the ice of death go right into my heart at even the gentlest puff of wind that blew against us? Was not madness running riot in my brain, just for lack of food for many months at a stretch?
This is the life of ordinary human
"FRICK" said Cory Bumblebottom
Supremely gifted minstrel who attempted to rescue his dead wife from the Underworld
Thinking is a disease.
Basically, I love music. It was my first love!
Wee woo I'm a shoe
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he was watching him grow angry.
Her dreams escaped her when she woke.
She was unable to laugh at her own jokes.
The monster stirred.
I hate everyone except myself Na na na na na
I like kissing boys
the baby likes playing
Daughter, he began at last
Answer would have been the lie
transform with divine vengeance
give love to those who we've lost.
And then I kissed him
He looked at her like she was the center of the universe, but she only saw him as one out of a thousand stars.
I tried to remember how to breathe, but my lungs were still full of glass.
Dead
If you have read thus far, you have no doubt been sorely dissapointed, for no story lasts forever. Truth be told, those that do are destined to dissapoint, so be grateful that you have many rather than few, the gift granted through diversity. It is here I feel drawn to make my own humble addition to this varied collection.
In the Age of the Oak, a humble theatre occupied Bekoner Square. The ancient building was by no means a quality one; the wooden frame had long since rotted away and the roof had more holes than swiss cheese. However, it's poor condition was well made up for by the passionate crew which had performed one work or another every weekend for as long as anyone could remember. It was, despite its appearance, the most beloved building in the small town, drawing crowds for miles around to enjoy dramas and comedies even if the rain poured right through the ceiling. Townfolk commonly joked the precipitation only added to the performances.
The fire which claimed it was inevitable. The city administration had been long divided in regards to renovating the theatre, with some eager to preserve the building as it had been as a relic of the town's past and others wishing to look to the future and expand it. When lightening lit the roof one particularly stormy night, the decision was made for them and a new theatre immediately began construction.
The town had grown prosperous from its greatest attraction, but none were too eager to give back when the time came for collecting the necessary funding.
The hotels which housed the visitors claimed the cafes ought to pay.
The cafes which waitered the theatre-goers declared the shops along the riverside should pay for the new construction.
The riverside shops which recieved most business from crowds leaving the building suggested the Ferry Company compensate the cost.
On this went until finally the Main City Official, the Chief Minister of Affairs, declared that every commercial enterprise and every citizen would pay an increased tax until the new theatre was done.
The plans were extensive in comparison to before and the work was expected to last at least a decade, leading to some serious complaints from the whole of the town. It was then that Lord Barley, a Baron who was patron to a great many playwrights and artists, stepped forward and offered to pay for the whole of the theatre on the condition he held full control of the Theatre Company and earned 50% of the profits. No one with a position of authority was in any position to object, and so the Baron made a sizable fortune off his investment. The new theatre became part of a larger complex complete with libraries, gardens, lecture halls, training grounds, and gymnasiums. With the (now) City Administration progressively falling under the control of the wealthy Baron Barley, the city he had made was effectively made his. In his old age, he outright purchased the city from the local government and was crowned Lord of the Realm.
Memories for him exist between the immediate past and the immediate future. Here, the past does not determine the future but eats into it. In such achronological causation, the future is active in the present, unfolding in the process by which the past-present enters the present-future.
A wind started up and soon there was rain.
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Kara was the most beautiful girl Joran had ever seen. The way her eyes seemed to smile at him every time he went into the shop made his heart race, and he lost all ability to talk properly. "Hi Joran!" she would say, smiling at him. "why don't you ask her out" Ryan was always asking him. So one day he went over to her and blurted out "Kara, will you go out with me?" "Yes" she replied sweetly, with a look in her eyes that turned Joran's knees into jelly.
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Artists draw lovely and cure a temperature.
Bough windows do take the marling's goods maybe,
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As if she had ever wanted this.
We just sat there, the moonilght casting a shadow on the forests' trees. I looked at him. Did I love him, or did I hate him. "It's a thin line between love and hate." my mother used to say. But that was before. Before she...

My bikini still stuck to my skin, despite the length of time I'd been out of the cool, crisp water. After a while longer he spoke.
"How long do you think I can hold my breath under the water for?" he had killed the mood. Definately hate.
"Don't know, don't care." I was very blunt with him, and somehow that kept him engaged, though I had to add a flirtatious smile to really make it work. I turned to watch the others, they were sitting round the fire, faces all aglow. They were laughing, chatting, giggling, screaming. But not one of them was watching us. It was perfect.
"Go on then. Are you going to show me?" I asked him.
My mother died two years ago. Well, I say died, I mean murdered. They didn't know by who, but I did. I knew all along.
He smiled. Standing up, he bowed, before diving head first into the water. The water wasn't very far from the pier. I could touch it with my foot with ease. He re-emerged.
"Ready? 3...
2...
1...
Go!" He dipped back down.
I shuffled along the wood until I was directly above his head. I would wait till he was finished, when he was already struggling for breath, all the fight gone out of him.
Could I really do this, commit the same crime he had?
Yes, I could. I can do it, for mother. He must have pushed that knife into her like there was no tomorrow. Now he would pay.
As soon as I saw that head of black hair reach the surface, I knew it was time. I drove my foot onto his head.
Suddenly, he dived to the left. I got a shock, and fell into the water.
I thought he was going to laugh, ask why I'd done it, forgive me in an instance like the fool I thought he was. But no.
He spun round and grabbed a bunch of my hair. I cried, but no one heard. He came up close to me now, looking into my eyes.
"Think I didn't know what you were up to? Following me around, getting close to me even though you still blame me for your mum's murder. It wasn't me, and deep down you know it. I don't know if you're deranged or what, but I was there. I watched you drive that knife right into her heart."
And now it starts flooding back. Just as the water surrounds my ears, and I start to go under. I feel myself fading. But he's not pushing me. I feel like I'm being pulled deeper and deeper. I know what I did was wrong, but I thought I was doing the right thing.
And now I know he was right, and I loved him
Such a precious line you have.
And so -as it was- it soon would be once more.
And so he left, as many things do, quietly, leaving behind only that which he could not carry.
'If you were going to break all the promises you made then why did you do that?'
Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful girl that happened to be a recluse.
This is American. Please don't get caught slipping off. Police is tripping, y'all.
I still remember the date. It was 8th August, and the time was 17:55 when I finally met him face to face. He was just standing there, with his hollow eyes, looking straight into my eyes.
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this never ending is going to be a never ending awsome story
Aiden looked at the palms drawn in black against his shoulders, continuing a little bit against his collarbones. That meant that his soulmate, whoever it was, would grab him by there. Or push him. The second one didn't sound as good, but he wouldn't find out until his soulmate touched him for the first time. He shouldn't think about it this much, but why would the love of his life push him?
He put on a loose shirt and headed to university, after kissing goodbye his parents and Lucky, their dog. He was almost twenty years old, and yet, he hadn't found his soulmate. Everyone else usually did on their teenage years. On parties, in highschool, the majority of seventeen-year-olds had already found their other half. Except for him, apparently.
He reached the front gates, greeting everyone that he passed by with a big smile and a "Hello!" with his sweet voice. That was, of course, until his eyes found the most horrible person in the whole world. Jason Brooks, his biggest enemy (and probably the only one) and the meaniest guy he had seen on his almost two decades of life. The typical guy that thought he was better than anyone else just because he was bloody rich, and that would say bad things out of everyone.
Normally, Aiden would've just ignored him, not being interested in people who were that mean with others just because. Those planes we're interrupted by Jason, what a surprise, that seemed to have fun by teasing the poor Aiden 24/7. This day was no different.
"Hey, Aiden." Jason said, his simle being as fake as he was himself. Aiden looked at him with a deadpan face, and kept walking, stopped by: "Those clothes look better then normal, did you stole them or the last person you slept with gave them to you?"
That was it. Aiden practically threw himself onto Jason, pushing him until he hit the wall behind.
"What did I even do to you?" he screamed, angrier than ever, and being forcefully pushed back by the other guy, his ass hitting the hard concrete. Jason moved to hit him, but stopped all of a sudden, eyes open wide and looking to Aiden's collarbones.
"What?"he said, moving his head to look to his own shoulders and chest, and he saw it. The black mark that rested on them before had turned a mix of bluish and pink tones. When he looked back to Jason, horrified, he saw him look at the orange-purple handprints on his chest. They looked at each other, pure disgust in their faces, and screamed:
"You're my soulmate?!?"
Time out, hold up. Hold up, sweetheart. Let's get it together before you wanna read. I don't have a sugar daddy, sweetheart. Everything that I've had, I've worked for, and I worked for to get and I've built myself. So you need to know that 100%. I don't have a sugar daddy, I've never had a sugar daddy. If I wanted a sugar daddy, yes, I probably can go out and get one, because I AM WHAT? SICKENING. You could never have a sugar daddy because you are NOT THAT KIND OF GIRL. Baby, everything I've had I worked for, and I've gotten myself. I built myself from the ground up, jasmineING BITCH!
I know that I must do what's right.
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twisting and swirling throught the black void
I have cast the worlds thoughts
Through my head
And he struck him down with his greataxe.
It was just that kind of day.
It was just that kind of day.
It's 3:46 AM right now. I should go to bed.
Once upon a time, there was a table.
The memory haunted him until it devoured his mind.
Interlude:
Rapturous upon midnight, curiously desirous abyssal grace, rhapsodic mockery of seraphs, wrath-ridden obscure, dismal tract of country. Unknowably, cadaverously horrid; monstrous.
Rapturous.
Is this the never ending story?
And then,
In clothes, his broad shoulders and height were accentuated and she wondered whether he'd done any modelling. In
the wine-bar, he'd brushed aside her question about his job, describing himself as 'a glori?ed salesman'. Now, she was dying to ask him to elaborate, but refrained in case it was construed as interest in seeing him again.
There was the faint sound of a cab pulling up outside,
followed by the honk of its horn '" always a joy for the neighbours at that time in the morning.
'That'll be your cab.' She hoped the relief on her face wasn't too obvious.
'Thanks, Sherlock.' He grabbed his briefcase, drained his
mug and put it on the kitchen table. 'I have a strong feeling
the answer is going to be no, but I'll ask anyway. Any chance
of seeing you again?'
Fay looked up at him and shook her head. 'I doubt it,' she
said. 'I'm getting married next weekend.'
He loved him. The way he made weed and old clothes smell like the most expensive of french perfume's. The way he made him feel like he was brave for loving another man.
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there was a girl named shila and she loved Leonardo Dicaprio so so much she took her Leonardo dicaprio cut out everywhere she went
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in uk the first mammal have been successful cloned from adult cells in 1996
1996 in the UK was the year of Dolly the sheep, the first mammal to have been successfully cloned from an adult cell, a major step forward in science and genetics. It was also the year of the unfortunate privatisation of British Rails and of the BSE crisis, with The European Union banning exports of British beef.
But, more shockingly, 1996 was in the UK the year of the Dunblane massacre, when a gunman killed 16 children, their teacher and himself at a primary school in Scotland. It is the worst killing spree in Britain for many years and led the then Major government to make possession of handguns illegal in the UK.
1996 was a magical year for me and my wife, too. Following the unfortunate events in April, we had left rough and unfriendly Kemptown to join a more welcoming community in Patcham, a leafy area in Brighton, situated between Hollingbury, beautiful Stanmer Park on one side, and Withdean park on the other.
While attending the Hungarian society in Brighton, my wife had become friends with an Hungarian lady who rented a house in Beechwood avenue, close to Varndean College where I was at the time teaching Italian.
This was quite a significant improvement on other places we had been renting previously. Suddenly, after months of uncertainty and deprivation, the future looked brighter. My wife was offered a permanent position in the Italian team at American Express. I, on the other hand, had found permanent employment at Europ Assistance, a travel insurance company based in Haywards Heath, 12 miles north of Brighton.
My teaching career was by no means over, but at the time I felt I needed a more secure and financial rewarding career, one which would allow my wife and I to put an end to renting '"and be subject to greedy landlords '" and eventually put us in a position to buy ourselves a place of our own, and thus take advantage of favourable conditions in the housing market. It was a wise choice, one that nevertheless brought along with it some unwanted consequences.
In February 1996, after weeks of commuting to Haywards Heath by train, I decided it was time to buy a car, albeit a used one. A Sicilian man I had met while working at the Acropolis Hotel offered to help in finding a suitable car, that would cost me no more than £ 300. I quite naively accepted.
A few weeks later, when it was already too late, I learned that this man had been in prison here in the UK and that he was also wanted by Italian police for smuggling and other related illegal activities in Northern Italy. What I did not know was that he was also a mafioso.
One cold winter night Mario delivered the car, a 12 year old Red Austin Metro, at my address in Patcham. He then asked £ 300 for the car, and £150 for himself, for his services procuring me the car, as he put it. As this was not in our original agreement I naturally refused to pay. When he heard this, he immediately threatened to hurt me if I did not pay within a week.
To avoid any further trouble I gave him £ 20 and said that was all I could give him. But this did not stop him from pestering my house.
One night, he somehow managed to storm into my house while I was at work and my wife was alone. She offered another £ 20 to send him away. But that did not stop him: he said he would be back for more.
Sadly, my wife and I began to realise that living in Patcham was no longer safe. We were faced with a dilemma: report Mario to the police; pay up, or leave Patcham?
It was clear we were dealing with a dangerous man, possibly operating in conjunction with a criminal organisation, who would not leave us alone.
We decided to leave Patcham and moved to a 2 bedroom house in Hangleton. This, we thought would a price well worth paying to achieve some peace of mind and tranquillity, which was all my wife and I wanted.
While for the first time since moving to the UK both my wife ad I were enjoying a better standard of living '" we realised that Brighton had became an unsafe place to live and already contemplated in the near future moving to a quieter area inland.
This did not happen until two years later.
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"Only if," He began, "you succeed, will your life be free from the clutches of my hands."
He blinked lazily, leaning against the decaying wall behind him, "Only then...
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- used to go for rigout tilbury, play together
- appreciated i ton while voyaging together
- got lost briefly at the vestiges of school
- lost her onychite, that wasn't pleasant
- don't recall what undercut straightaway
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Gradients become obscured, for tangible setting is shrouded by a rather encumbering mold.
The next victim happened upon the book. She opened it, and it locked its invisible tentacles around her. It would be an amazing story, but it would never end. And as she read, the book would slowly digest her, stealing her spirit, her life force, everything, until she faded away. It had happened many times before, and would happen many times again. The girl wouldn't feel a thing.
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Once there was a dog.
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once upon a time
this is the neverending story, and I am 27.
Jake was walking through the bush one day when he saw a wasp. the wasp was eating cherries and the juice dripped down its chin and splatted on the ground.
After running over an old lady
The car went fast, speeding down the highway making vroom vroom nyoom nyoom noises. Whoever was inside that car was really impatient, maybe they wanted to take a shit.
Jack of all trades. Master of many.
Jay of tall crusades. Blaster unlike any.
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And just like that, he became a gypsy.
I suddenly didn't know what to do, the orange man slowly walked towards me while laughing menacingly. As he neared me, I entered the fetal position in the corner of the room. His footsteps grew louder and faster, eventually he was right next to me, breathing loudly. He leaned down next to my ear and whispered, "Want sum fuk?" I shrieked as he ripped my clothes off. His pants lowered and he plunged into me.
A little Girl in Goianinha was reading the ''never ending story'' in her computer, through mumblenet. She hated it all, Then, before she went to bed she wrote this in her diary, one of the the last memories that remained after what happened the next day...
Her voice was heard saying that after the disaster, a voice that suck ass for a second though that would be his next victim, but he was wrong.
''Why? Why is this never ending story so stupid. It's just a bunch or kids or teenagers writing something stupid. You know what jasmine it I'm going to go on a rant. Supernatural is killing me, like for real. This show is just to addictive. Not to mention the characters are just, ughhhh. In a good way. No one is going to read this, but still. AH jasmine LIFE ITS JUST SO SHITTY. I WANT A BOYFRIEND IM NEVER GONNA GET ONE I KNOW IM TO UGLY, LIKE YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO TELL ME.''
Goianinha was too quiet that morning, but a dead Dinosaurs fall from the sky ,strike the village and killed everyone. OSNIS flied in the water of skies, and then
The suck ass looked at the horizon, wondering where all the ass he could eat could have gone.
The forest had never looked so inviting.
There once was a little girl.
there was a princes.
Why? Why is this never ending story so stupid. It's just a bunch or kids or teenagers writing something stupid. You know what jasmine it I'm going to go on a rant. Supernatural is killing me, like for real. This show is just to addictive. Not to mention the characters are just, ughhhh. In a good way. No one is going to read this, but still. AH jasmine LIFE ITS JUST SO SHITTY. I WANT A BOYFRIEND IM NEVER GONNA GET ONE I KNOW IM TO UGLY, LIKE YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO TELL ME.
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The final line brings all the the rest together.
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when
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wit
sometimes the light scares me
But i needed you the most just,Thing's ain't
Never fair I got too attached, summers here and shame on you because
Days keep passing and no contact
Now I'm distancing Away yeah, wish I had the same expense as him
you told me move on, see I could
Just it isn't the Right moment,
Couldn't hold the pain I had inside
and sometimes, wish I was better then him
I think back,To those days when it was just you and me
The never ending story
Hildegard suddenly picked a petal off of the daisy
Grandma are you still with us?
It meant nothing to her, all of his actions just caused her more sadness.
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Her words drowned in the white noise, never to be read again.
hello you jasmine angel of snakes
life is hard but we can do it together
hey if anyone saw this, you have been warn that it was written In 22:44 8-6-2018 in hong kong which was where the nightmare started
It was a stormy morning.
It was an early autumn afternoon, and she was finally getting a minimal break to get herself a cup of coffee to keep up with the annoying paperwork.
It was an early autumn afternoon, and she was finally getting a minimal break to get herself a cup of coffee to keep up with the annoying paperwork.
pretty purple puppies prance playfully.
And the red headed girl ran to the wolf wondering where he had gotten to.
EGGS
SCRAMBLEDEGGS
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Life is a crazy ride, with twists and turns, and ups and downs. With nothing to slow it down, or no brake to get off, there's no way to stop, there's no way off.
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I spoke of many passions and worlds that I had seen She whispered of her darkness and told me of her dreams We spun a web, a wave of peace. Our quest began to find release..
She kissed him again and again, her blue eyes staring into his blue eyes, watching his fears fade away and peace taking over every corner of his extraordinary mind.
June is here bearing gifts
I welcome her with a wave
She sits on a stool,
As she decorates my timeline.
I wonder what gifts she holds,
With impatience a virtue she abhors
I palm my chin as emotionless words filters through.
She is confident of the unanswered questions
My eyebrows twitches a puzzled response
Wondering what pranks she is here to play
And response to my published prayers she
th
HOMESTUCK IS DEAD. Dead as the dusty rib-bones of a cattlebeast protruding from a sea of scorching orange sand.
test
Just imagine you're taking a test for potions with Snape and the guy sitting next to you just jasmineing shits himself the nastiest, slimiest shit of his life out of stress. And you literally have to sit there while jasminein Todd JungleJangles cleans himself up in the dead quiet room with some stupid ass line like "vanish me poopum" and you just gotta live with the knowledge that some kid just shit himself beside you during a jasmineing test.
We will all die, and when we do the world will feast on our remains, letting us be forgotten into history and never remembered despite the promises of becoming a legend and basking in the glory of our accomplishments in the afterlife. No, we shall be forgotten into the folds of time when we cease to live.
It was a dark summer night
I found myself in the forest I was told to never enter with no clue of how I got there.
One day I woke up in a windy maze.
We are all the Tao, the atman, Eheieh Asher Eheieh! Love.
"ok ok hear me out " I yelled across the mic "boi stfu your trash with pumps" Elise yelled."boy you cant even get any kills boy your trash " "at lest I have thumbs"
I commented "shut up" he said quietly. as we all loaded into the ready screen gearing up to start another match. "Joseph"we all yell because he was the only one unready,finally we were ready to go hanging out on spawn island
Me too
I tiok my hand into Robert. "You love me, don'tvyou?"
the shine shined through the living room window
He cried tears of grief, his best friend had died
The avocado had no friends
that destroyed my city.
In the beginning, there was a terrible war
Woke up, fell out of bed, Dragged a comb across my head.
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup, and looking up, I noticed I was late. Found my coat, and grabbed my hat, made the bus in seconds flat. Found my way upstairs and had a smoke, and somebody spoke and I went into a dream.
well heck
well heck
The man that went bonkers.
The legend says the man that went bonkers was a thief and belived in ghostes they say that the man that went bonkers and his ghosts wonder around earth today. Some people evan think he is in texes beacuse of the strange things happening right now.people claim they hear noises and is at home alone. other people think there has to be a nother soltiton. because ghosts arn't real...
...
so we think. people see ghosts walk around at night when there in there bed some people are a sleep and wake up from these strange noises. do you think the ghosts are...
h..h..hont...
..honting people...
...
.? there has also ben many deths in takes and just 2 years ago the man that went bonkers was at missiory what do you think. Already in a year 176 people died in takes,and they where in side safe as they thought.why is a bonkers well because when he was a child he would go to people houses ring the door bell and say I'm dead witch made people scared some people evan moved to a diffrent coutry because he is only in usa and china. one time the great wall of china callapsed when some people screemed "NO GHOSTS" 10 people died from the callpace. you may be scared but let me tell you something this is a faulse story and im glad it is
Write a word portrait of your grandfather.
once upon a time
When fortnite ends black ops 4 black out mode is probably going to be the next battle royal game
Water is an element
Water isn't wet, for it has been already wet
A solid item with water can be wet, for it isn't already wet
Water is an element, it is not wet
Until the fire nation attacked
For the fire nation dried up the water
And dried things can be wet
So water can only be wet if it is dried
Flowers grow. Flowers grow. Flowers grow. Flowers griw.
I would have been a good person to help them because they were going to be able to get put in their water water fountain and they went out and
Your mom died ...
..?
Water is wet.
Ice melts
Never let down
...
...

People can find away out.
Everyone is new to the world.
With a sigh the world imploded.
Starfish: the end of life; the total and permanent cessation of all the vital functions of an organism.
Dragonfly: a beverage consisting of a decoction or infusion of the roasted ground or crushed seeds of the two-seeded fruit of certain trees.
Seahorse: a wheeled vehicle.
I love goats and no matter how ugly they are i will eat them to pieces. Just Kidding! Ha Ha
My body sags into the sofa.
Droop
Slump
Sinkhole
"I just can't believe this." My voice is hoarse. I fold my arms across my chest and sink lower into the sofa.
I wave my hand around, like I'm drunk.
"Hello? Anybody home?" I'm delirious. I'm hungry.
It smells so musty in here.
then there was a wolf
Two dogs ended up being one too many. Can't imagine life without the other one now though. Maybe I just need a third.
And he entered the empty room.
Mom poured some coffee. "I know Wyatt can be annoying, sweetness, but you got to learn to work with him."
Hazel came in with her Geecko Lizard Barbie. "Max Tumby at my school is mean, but I work with him." she said.
"You see?" Mom said. "Your sister can do it and so can you."
He had a dream
The dream was funny
He saw visual poetry
He fell down.
Than he dies
Bob Ross is a god and should be worshipped
The sin never ends
a new attitude, arising out of the spirit of abstract expressionism, declared that modern artists should ignore the past and throw of the excess baggage of formal styles and ideal forms
I have never seen a walking star.
E-ART-H
this is the song that never ends
I get to the other side,
A fairy tale, that's all you got,
Trust me as you seem to mind,
You can't fall asleep.
I try to seeking knowledge every second just as my life chasing me.
I smoked weed for the first time last night.
Everything in the world is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power
A man came in the room with a girl
A man came.
For the never ending story never ends. And never will. And never has. It has yet to find out that one day it will continue. And has not the idea that it will never know. "Know what?" One may ask but that, my good friend is for no one not even God himself to know. The Never ending story just goes on. With it's painful curse of never ending.
Where but times two, times two, ad infinitum will all this inquiry and infamy lead?
Hey, over there
Please, forgive me
If I'm comin' on too strong
Hate to stare
But, you're winnin'
And they're playin' my favorite song
So, come here
A little closer
Wanna whisper in your ear
Make it clear
A little question
Wanna know just how you feel
If I said my heart was beating loud
If we could escape the crowd somehow
If I said I want your body now
Would you hold it against me?
'Cause, you feel like paradise
And I need a vacation tonight
So, if I said I want your body now
Would you hold it against me?
Hey, you might think
That I'm crazy
But, you know I'm just your type
I might be
Little hazy
But, you just cannot deny
There's a spark
In between us
When we're dancin' on the floor
I want more
Wanna see it
So, I'm askin' you tonight
If I said my heart was beating loud
If we could escape the crowd somehow
If I said I want your body now
Would you hold it against me?
'Cause, you feel like paradise
And I need a vacation tonight
So, if I said I want your body now
Would you hold it against me?
If I said I want your body
Would you hold it against me?
Yeah, uh-huh, oh
Give me somethin' good
Don't wanna wait
I want it now
Pop it like a hood
And show me how you work it out
Alright
If I said my heart was beating loud
If I said I want your body now
Would you hold it against me?
If I said my heart was beating loud
If we could escape the crowd somehow
If I said I want your body now
Would you hold it against me?
'Cause, you feel like paradise
And I need a vacation tonight
So, if I said I want your body now
Would you hold it against me?
I reached euphoria.
My bosom is heightened with sensitivity.
And then they all died
down the rabbit hole we go
I raped her, passionately.
I kill you!
D
O
W
N the stairs
r u n n i n g towards her
p p
o i
h n
g
over everything
keeping her
chained
caged
from herself
"Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring". On the 6th ring, I picked it up, half- asleep.
"Hello" I said.
"This is your wake-up call."
"Okay, thank you."
I hung up and groggily climbed out of my bed and started walking towards the bathroom.
After a long, hot shower, I headed down to the lobby with my luggages and was greeted with the strong smell of coffee.
Leo held his face in his hands. Tear sreamed down his face.
They were all gone, all of them.
Bones were scattered around him, skeleton hands stated to tug at his clothing. But he ignored it.
He looked up at the cavernous sky.
"Take me!!!"
Imaginative reunification of mind and nature
Starry
this here jungle.
Finally, the broken pieces of the mirror were swept up by the tiny mouse that lived under the stairs.
And they were roommates.
Tuba
A Tuba is not a Trombone.
A Trombone is not a Tuba.
Trombone
I LOVE YOU!!
Every time I close my eyes I can see his melting face, I can see his bloodshot eyes, I can see him staring through my soul. I will never forget that night, never. I remember the bang at the door, I was home alone and I thought my mom was back from work. I was dead wrong. I looked through the window and could only see a suspicious figure.
Then, came an awful pain in his side.
et me explain that again. The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly, but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal. [beep] A single lap should be completed each time you hear this sound. [ding] Remember to run in a straight line, and run as long as possible. The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over.
Let me explain that again. The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly, but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal. [beep] A single lap should be completed each time you hear this sound. [ding] Remember to run in a straight line, and run as long as possible. The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over. The test will begin on the word start. On your mark, get ready, start.
then i start thinking "i want to be a lesbian feminist"
"I know,"
"You look beautiful tonight" he said.
how are you
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Hufflepuff=Potato
I am the Walrus. Koo koo kachoo.
Kilroy was not here.
He was a dark and stormy knight.
in vrijhof
kijk naar buiten
kijk naar water
schildpad
wow
schildpad in vrijhof water
Frick
I wondered if I would get my wish.
Then, they fell down a 100-foot drop and cried out as the wind stung their sides.
While this was happening the light from the sun burned the retina of the bald man.
He continued to work hard at his craft.
What did you have to tell me?
What would I have wanted you to tell me?
Do you want me to tell you? All right, I'll tell you.
I wanted you to tell me what awaited me. I knew almost nothing and no one had explained how it would be. It was your duty to explain it to me. My friends knew. If not everything, at least what he needed. I did not know anything. I had to learn it myself. But when you learn by yourself, nobody can tell you that you have learned the right things. It's like inventing a language that you'll only talk about. No one else will understand you and you can choose whether to consider yourself the heroic explorer of an unknown land or simply a shipwreck on a remote island.
I wished I could explain to myself what to believe and who to trust. And also those who avoid and with whom not even cross the road. I would have liked to tell myself how things were, without wearing the pill, without giving me easy consolations.
and so, the sun rose, the door creaked open, and there he was - the same fantasy in the flesh. The unattainable.
the wind sun as it passed through the trees. singing a song filled with sorrow. sour notes accented when it hits a wall. birds add on to the gentle cry of the wind. its pipes are giving out, they sound tense now.
I must be in a dark place
where i can't feel the light.
Thinking of my problem every stormy night. Oh why?
That what i keep asking myself every night
wondering if everything alright.
The ones who notice the storms in my eyes, the silence in my voice, and
the heaviness in my heart
Are the ones i need to let in.
But i tell myself don't feel bad for making decisions
That upset other people,
you're not responsible for their happiness,
you're responsible for yours.
I tell myself stop trying to make people happy
if i'm not happy myself.
I have an empty feeling that come within,
I try to share my feelings but no one would listen.
I reach out open arms but nobody there.
My tears fall to the ground but nobody cares.
Being lonely doesn't mean nobody next to you,
It means feeling sad at night,
realising you can't talk to anyone without
having constant fear at disturbing them.
Loneliness is like a prison
With no walls
A prison of mind
Everything around
Seems so small.
I been through more
Hell then you know
When i turn 16
I thought life was a breeze
But now i just can't breathe.
The pain hurts
I wish i can say i'm okay
But it would be a lie,
I struggle through each day
Somedays i just wish
I would die
I feel alone at times
I feel like no one Understand,
I am so broken inside.
Life is so hard
I don't even feel love.
Myself is like a door
I'm on the other side of it
Trying to find the light
But it so far down
I can't find it.
I must be in a dark place
Where i can't feel the light
Thinking of my problem every stormy night.
I don't like nostalgia. I love it.
I am sitting in a room
It's a wallaby, not a kangaroo. Kangaroos will kick your flat behind. Wallabys are frickin' adorable. No! Go away Josh, you're too short for this!
Roses are red
violets are blue
monkeys stink
and so do you
and with wanton swaying, humanity fell to its knees, building a hell out of heaven's despite.
If only he could have saved her with his superpowers.
Suzyn went to the Yankees game with "Jawn". She met a person named Mr. Kranczer and converted him to Islam. They became inseparable, like butter and toast. Then Mr. Kranczer woke up and realized it was just a dream. He turns on the radio and it's 2050, with flying cars! He has a white beard like Choni Hama'agul. He dies of depression.
Afterwards, she kept messing with him. I was shocked from what I saw that day. It's was insane...
how could she have thought about doing something so ridiculous??? Going out with your best friend's boyfriend ? Who does that? If I were you Aisha I wouldn't have never bothered to be her friend. I feel you chouchou but I wanna fight her because I can't take the pain anymore. I feel like if I do so I will be able to get over her. The fact that she sucked his area made me feel so disgusting about myself, but you know what that's her life I shouldn't be worrying about that. All I could do right now is to snatch her hair and get her out of my brain. Aisha calms down I know you are upset, but don't you take this personal.
Afterwards, she kept messing with him. I was shocked from what I saw that day. It's was insane...
how could she have thought about doing something so ridiculous??? Going out with your best friend's boyfriend ? Who does that? If I were you Aisha I wouldn't have never bothered to be her friend. I feel you chouchou but I wanna fight her because I can't take the pain anymore. I feel like if I do so I will be able to get over her. The fact that she sucked his area made me feel so disgusting about myself, but you know what that's her life I shouldn't be worrying about that. All I could do right now is to snatch her hair and get her out of my brain. Aisha calms down I know you are upset, but don't you take this personal.
Am I the one to blame? Did I do something wrong? Or was everything between us all a lie? Why lead me on when you know we had nothing from the start? Now take ur shit and leave...
cz I'm out. I'm not going to sit here, and let u hurt me all over again. U wanna stay in ur feelings? Be my guest
So ...
we get our bands
i suck dick
And there she sat
my name is jaweun
my name is josh
Right, right, right. Okay, okay. It's all in good fun, all in good fun. Here's some games here, and there's, Get out! Get out! He was in my chair. Games, Games. Here's some games. Games that want to get out, ha. See? More games. Games, they vegetize you. See? Bah! If you play the games you're voluntarily taking a tranquilizer. I guess they gave you some chemical restraints, huh? Drugs! What'd they give you? Thorazine? Haldol? How much, how much?? Learn your drugs, know your dosages, it's elementary. Telephone call? That's communication with the outside world. Doctors discretion. Uh-uh. Nah. Hey, if all these nuts could make just make phone calls, it would spread insanity oozing through telephone cables. Oozing to the ears of all these poor, sane people. Infecting them. Wackos everywhere, a plague of madness. In fact, very few Jim, Jim, very few of us here are actually mentally ill. I'm not saying you're not mentally ill, for all I know you're crazy as a loon. But that's not why you're here. That's not why you're here, that's not why you're here!! You're here because of the system. There's the television. It's all right there. All right there. Look, listen, kneel, pray. Commercials. We're not productive anymore. We don't make things anymore. It's all automated. What are we for then? We're consumers. Yeah. Okay, okay, buy a lot of stuff, you're a good citizen. But if you don't buy a lot of stuff, if you don't, what are you then I ask you? What? Mentally ill! Fact, Jim, fact. If you don't buy things: toilet paper, new cars, computerized blenders, electric operated sexual devices, stereo systems with brain implanted headphones, screwdrivers with miniature built in radar devices, voice activated computers! Right. That's right. You're a very attractive woman. Ha! So, uh, you want to watch a television show, you go to the charge nurse, you tell her the day, the time, the show you want to see. But you have to tell her before the show comes on. There was this guy, and he was always requesting shows that had already played. Yes! No! You have to tell her before. He couldn't quite grasp the idea that the charge nurse couldn't make it be yesterday, you can't turn back time, thank you Einstein. Now he, he was nuts! He was a fruit cake Jim!
Sally crept through the jungle, on the hunt for a terrible creature. The Jabberwocky. it was a beast that was born to kill.
Suddenly she saw it, slowly slding out of the darkness, death and hatred drooling from its foul betoothed maw.
house
The sun set below the horizon, the once purple and orange sky is now dark, stars interrupting the darkness above, todays worries leave like the bright sky did, dragging them into a sleep dark like the sky.
The animal frame - Temporary beyond imagining.
A man walked up to me, mumbling something about needing a grenade.
childish against a single word
a voice once noticed now unheard
nobody told you those strings don't hold
tight to the fret and gone again slow
in the very same breath it goes
how many penniless nights go by, you know
before you raise your gaze in desperation realizin, whoa, something unbelievable
in the very same breath it goes
as you raise your gaze to meet the horizon
the butterfly sighs its flight. it dies
withdrawn n gone silent
in death's very same breath it flows
tight to the fret and gone again yet
and so it goes
all the same breath it grows
the night begins and my mind wanders to the beautiful girls
Today is the last day of my life
But that was the day before it happened. God! It seems like it was ages ago that Harry and I sat in our PJs waiting for Mom to get up and make breakfast. We'd been waiting a while and we were both very hungry. "Just a little longer, " I said. Harry was not impressed. He had that determined look on his face that always preceded trouble. "Screw it", he said, "I'm going to make the waffles myself." "But we don't know how", I answered confused. "It can't be that hard", he said getting up and making his way to the kitchen, "I'll just put them into the microwave". I didn't think anything of it at the time. The microwave was what you used to make things fast - when you were in a hurry - and we were in a hurry. But it was a mistake. A big mistake. A lesson I will never forget: NEVER MICROWAVE WAFFLES. Exposing waffles to radiation that day changed history forever. Because that was the day waffles became sentient...

Meanwhile, in another part of the galaxy on planet made of cheese, a Mandorian Eliptorapturous mulls over which condiment to put on his sandwich - Blazoren Gulflax or just plain Vengulan salt specks.
"Guaffle fik? Tengu Alo pendiff orang tu? Neff."
And when finished, the story had still just begun.
My gnomes are dry. Someone needs to help me out and chuck me the chapstick.
All gnomes are homosexuals because they are normally made from a material considered dangerous to the population of the spanish inquisition is always a surprise to unsuspecting racoons dryin their frensh fries on a hot lava stone because the fireplace melted from the autistic kid running in circles so fast the space time continuum creating several fractures in the multidimensional timeline currently inhabited by more than 3,22bn civilisations where 23% of them have one similar goal which is to conquer the center of the universe to dominate the intergalactic trade of psychedelic mushrooms. Moral of the story is obviously: if you feed your pet kangaroo grains it will beat you in your sleep
My door is always open if you want to
Just go in, here I sit
And every time I hear steps on the stairs
I stiffen and hope it is you
I'm browsing an album filled with memories
About a time that I do not yet realis is over
God dam, where is sad to look back
And now I live here in loneliness street No. 9
The other day I walk around the city
So just to make time go
We met, we shake hands
It was just not me, greeted you
I followed your eyes when you slipped my hand and walked
And I saw your splinter new swarm
Jesus Christ it was hard and to turn around
And find the way home to loneliness street No. 9
Every day is like hell
I'll have the whole trip over and over again
Whenever I can get some sleep
Then I dream you, together with your friend
I tumble out of the bunk, find the bottle
Take a shot, to conceal an unbearable jealousy
To the point where it's hard to wake up
And be alone here in loneliness street No. 9
My door is still open if you want to
Just go in, here I sit
And every time I hear steps on the stairs
I stiffen and hope it is you
I say: "My door is still open and if you want to
Just go in, here I sit
Every time I hear someone on the stairs
I stiffen and hope it is you. "
what came first? The hen or the egg...
.
92 is half way to 99
Trololololo
Suck steffens dick
aids
the amputee found humor in
the fossil
Growing up I felt completely alone; no one hugged me. No one held my hand. I never got to feel the love mommies gave their babies, I had no one. Of course, that had been before Jamison came along. Long nights turned into beautiful, sunny days. My tears of pain and sorrow melted into tears of laughter and happiness. No one had made me feel so truly safe and comfortable, and I still thank God for the love he provided me with today. At least, I would still thank God if I still believed in him. A mere eight months after our marriage, my husband was taken from me. He passed away in 9/11, approaching seventeen years ago. I have still never remarried, nor gone out on a single date since the day I found out my husband passed away. Bush did not do 9/11, and the indescribable ignorance I see within these posts leaves me absolutely horrified. My husband was killed mindlessly by terrorists without hearts, and if you truly believe the president of our nation killed my husband then I would like to see your evidence. Genuinely. My daughter grew up without a dad, and I grew older without the love of my life. Have some more respect for one of the most awful and significant attacks on our country than you do. Thank you.
42 is the answer to the universe, is it not?
Tenderness is rendered
In your soft sweet skin
Soulmate simulate
A timeless canvas
They Cant separate us
Remember the first time hearing each others voice
Your Many accents
Hating to hang up the phone
Having to go
Only excited
When we get back on the phone
When I was alone
You were there
I didnt expect you
But you were
Comforting my pain
After the roads, flights
Crossing the oceans
Just to hug you
Was a great challenge
From denying visa
To leaving my world, that little country
Was us united
More than any border
Cut up any gateway
in this game of life
the ball is your heart
and your family is the court
always leave your heart
on the court
daddy
daddy
vdsd
hello
I was afraid.
I lived on a house on top of a hill.
YI saw 2001 on a giant screen in Paris, and I was blown away. You knew it took place in space, but I didn't expect that kind of strange reflection on humanity. I wasn't sure I understood this mysterious philosophising, the black monolith, all that. But I accepted all of it. It's not possible to imitate a single thing from 2001 '" it's taboo, private territory. For one thing, to do the special effects you have to film models in a sort of choreography; modern special effects are very beautiful, but they don't give the same physical impression. And space films are no longer voyages into the unknown '" science has advanced a lot since then. My own thinking had to prevail when making my forthcoming science-fiction film High Life: it would be stupid to use 2001 as a departure point. They're completely different: asking me about them is like asking whether I'd like to eat a sandwich or go on a trip to Australia.
back to where I began
the never ending story
There's a goddamn rat living in my ear. It gives me headaches like you wouldn't believe.
so the pink hippo decided that love was not just a fleeting feeling of his imagination.
I'll finally be able to finish what he has been working on the entire time we've been talking.
During the '50s, one of the most popular venues was Mocambo in Hollywood. Frank Sinatra made his Los Angeles debut at Mocambo in 1943, and it was frequented by the likes of Clark Gable, Charlie Chaplin, Humphrey Bogart, Lauren Bacall and Lana Turner.
Fitzgerald was not allowed to play at Mocambo because of her race. Then, one of her biggest fans made a telephone call that quite possibly changed the path of her career for good. Here, she tells the story of how Marilyn Monroe changed her life:
'I owe Marilyn Monroe a real debt she personally called the owner of the Mocambo, and told him she wanted me booked immediately, and if he would do it, she would take a front table every night. She told him '" and it was true, due to Marilyn's superstar status '" that the press would go wild.
'The owner said yes, and Marilyn was there, front table, every night. The press went overboard. After that, I never had to play a small jazz club again. She was an unusual woman '" a little ahead of her times. And she didn't know it."
I sit in my bed thinking of the times we used to share. I think about the times we to laugh and smile
Flitter has a cute plot
It was all one could ask for on a walk. There was sun, beautiful trees, and a temperature very well suited to the ponies who were knew how to cover themselves well. It was that summer day that would make the grass, trees, water and the ponies around overfill with an overwhelming beauty that gave the day a bittersweet taste to life. It was like listening to a song with a chord progression that exceeded in both its emotion and tension and resolution. A worthy cause for fernweh it was. However, to those who have had the misfortune of walking through the web of a spider, a walk such as this is not completely perfect. And when you think about the spider, you realise that beneath the beautiful world you see is a world of unemotional life and death. The successful ones get eaten. The unsuccessful ones get killed in any other fashion. They have no way of improving life. How could one of normal kindness and empathy bear such a miserable fate. The ponies, we, are the exception to life's unkindness.
you
life is painless, but so is death
But that was his greatest mistake yet.
estaban, los pinos trepaban hasta la cima del monte; abajo, a considerable distancia, la pendiente se nivelaba y cedía el paso a un pulcro maizal. La ladera estaba cubierta de pasto silvestre, cruzada por cañadas serpenteantes y sembrada de grises protuberancias de roca caliza. La brisa del verano
tacos are awesome
Crippling Depression
The Puritan man opened the door
Of his small but lively candy store
The storm outside posed a threat
And the man in the store did regret
Feeling that he had caused this storm
Watching others shelter in a swarm
He shouldn't have delayed his prayer
And now he felt God's piercing stare
Down on his knees, he fell in distress
The walls around him start to compress
He begged for God to forgive him.
After, he stood, his face quite grim
He felt hot shame build in his core
He flipped a sign hanging on the door
'The Lord is good; the Lord is good'
He repeated as he carefully stood
A wooden coat hanger up in its place
And put some fresh candy into a case
A bell jingled and a child walked in
She picked up a small candy tin
'How much for 2 ounces?' She asked
'1 dollar, but stay until the storm has past.'
She gave him a dollar and with a hop was out
Jumping in the rain with a laughing shout
Other children joined her in a giggling swarm
Having fun despite the ceaseless storm
He realized the worth of his candy store
And with gladness he ran out the door
He joined the group of adults and children
The rain quickly stopped, with a loud 'Amen!'
Later he thought of how his life was good
As he silently rubbed the counter of wood
Suddenly a thought shockingly gripped him
Before this day his life seemed rather grim
This day first was started as depressing
And now to him it was such a blessing
The little girl came in, saying 'watch and see'
Handed him the tin, 'from the others and me!'
A small group of children looked from outside
Everyone looking to be trying to decide
One boy walked in with a look of regret
Saying 'I stole some candy,' quite upset
'It is fine, my child' the smiling man said
'I already ate it but here is some money instead'
The man looked at them all with a smile face
,And hugged the boy in a kind embrace
'Come again anytime you feel!'
After they left he went to kneel
'Thank you, oh Lord, for my life,
No matter how often filled with strife'
'Thanks for the children and the store,
And thanks for its smooth wood floor'
'Thanks for its crystal-clear windows,
and the flawless view of the meadows'
'Thanks for the clouds so perfectly swirled,
Oh Lord, thank you for the world!'
Hi Hungry, I'm Dad
Il giorno dopo l'acquisto di un acquario
Caro, hai cambiato acqua ai pesci
Scusa ma la porta del bagno
Dall'altra parte
Che ci sta dietro quella porta
Una porta per far confondere la gente
40 Things we Love about Mom on her 40th birthday!
Jaxson:
1.She is kind
2.Always willing to help us out
3.Loves us back
4.She cares about us a lot
5.She's trustworthy
6.Full of excitement
Mychal
7.Beautiful
8.Unique
9.Talented
10.Original
11.Honest
12.Perky
13.Determined
14.I love how she laughs at the face that I make when she makes a joke that I didn't get
15.I love how my friends come up to me and tell me, 'your mom rocks!' and then I'm like, 'I know, right?'
Ashlyn
16.Her sense of humor
17.Her great fashion
18.How much she cares
19.How supportive she is
20.Her hardworking'ness
21.Her loving attitude
Chloe
22.Sporty
23.Focuses on us before her
24.Takes care of us
25.Has creative thoughts on what to do
26.Keeps everyone safe and healthy
27.Sweet and tender
Isaac
28.You are loving
29.You help everyone
30.You are pretty
31.You love to help people by sticking needles into them
32.Joyful
33.Most of all, you are the best cowgirl I know.
Dan
34.Takes pride in her work
35.Servants heart
36.Loves to worship
37.Talented at playing the piano, singing and most anything else she touches
38.You are best there is
39.You do not fear the future. You are courageous in the present
40.You are bold in your stance for Christ and seek to give God the glory.
Allthough nostalgia kills productivity, doesn't it?
I mean, every human has in some way shape or form become a cog in society for "the greater good". So by that logic we're all but garbage bags with legs as soon as we'll let silly things like nostalgia get in the way of our true purpose.
Hail Papa Stalin and the motherland!
That was 1 year ago, before the wall fell...
Reading my diary now, I can't understand how I could have been so blind, so sheepish...

But, I was just that; I swallowed the lie of Stalin, with pride and joy even! But the real question is, "did that simple state of knowing my place and knowing (or rather believing) that my fellow comrades had my back no matter what" make me happier?
I mean don't get me wrong, capitalism has brought me many joys I couldn't even dream of back then; but at the same time I now have the power to choose my own path, which is hard...

I suppose that a stupid person is a happy person...

devon goes to they park.
Martha has not said much up until this point, but now she appeared from behind the plants and screamed, "Emotions are not real...
they are actions that you enact in order to interpret the physical sensations that your body is experiencing!" Anne-Marie turned white and fainted.
death draws nearer with every waking moment. I knew this, but I didn't want to admit it. In fact, for the longest time, I didn't HAVE to admit it.
Until now.
Give me a line
so it does end will it continue??????
dun dun duuun
i was home allone with my friends tea and silence.
The animosity of relativity is prosaic in its omnipotence.
Adeeb Kasem was here.
poem:
There is only one behind the tree leaves leave a feather of bulldada father. Cheap sun and in the box we are Pandora%. At least he arrived at his dickship Avestruzica is evil the web is the trap.What i will do? These madman do not give heed to my wise words. They only listen to fools with many words. They think im insane only because im a mirror. Hear nonsense read never ending bulldada cause your brain have hunger of bulldada when the grey one sleep. Bulldada is better than food better than meat better than sex better than life. Bulldade is Slack, less when its not. Bulldada is here to show the signs of the other side the good place where the mad sorceres of the spider want to create after abolish the web. The good place of milk and slack. We are trapped in the web and the web consume us all, lets consume the web instead. Each women and mem is a goddess and a god hidden from himself. Heed the mouth of chaos and abolish the reality create a new life.
I had fun in New York
They say that was when the darkness rolled in.
When the children started to go missing.
When everyone looked at the woods differently.
Right then I could see
i like you
he took a dump
Believing this to be so, he moved forward towards his lover.
end
And we know what works when it comes to improving American education, whether a child lives in a small town, in a growing suburb, or lives in a large city. A strong emphasis on early childhood education, reading, smaller classes, quality teaching, better accountability, challenging standards, more after-school opportunities, the use of technology, school leadership -- all of these things make a great difference, and we know that, and we see it work.
The rain is a forgiveness given only to those that regret and wallow in sorrow. But maybe that is why many say it washes the sins away.
The bird chirped a whimsical note
Ritchie Valens is dead, and a whole middle school somehow hates him.
Today
And for those who many not know,
I have a poem for them,
The ones who listen, the ones to obey,
The ones who laugh, the ones who cry.
The ones who seek truth, hold it, caress it,
The ones who seek lies, spread them, laugh w' 'em.
The ones who have no role to play,
Yet find themselves secretly the main.
So come, gather 'round the fire with me,
And we'll tell stories,
Of old and of new.
Death is a strange creature.
It hunts, and watches, and waits,
Yet seems to not care about it's prey anyways.
It comes to my door,
Misleading my mind,
And yet when dawn breaks,
Is gone in a flash.
I know what death brings,
And what harm it will do,
But It calls me to it.
I want it. I need it.
So, wherever it goes,
I want to too.
Death is a strange creature.
I and You
Red surfaces my as my fingers trace a story down your cheeks.
I drift inside your amber eyes, sharp and thick.
Imagining how they would hold fossils of insects trapped inside the tawny resin.
I built a cabin just for us,
Hidden deep in my swollen heart to protect our love from paper men with their paper swords.
You skulked behind our home I constructed, burrowing deeper and farther than I've ever gone.
A trickster.
You're a fox.
Painting a sly smirk over a snarl to snap the forest of my love the moment I caught you with him.
Red bursts out of the vase I throw in the hallway.
And with red eyes and hate in his eyes he yelled at her
AND WHY DID IT HAPPEN? THAT CURSED DEMON
"Goodbye my love" I told you. You turned away with a sinister smile and I knew I had wasted my final words on somebody who had never cared.
Love did not heal, it made me forget. My pain slipped into a part of my mind that I could not access unless you left me, and you never have left me.
Cold steel touched her flesh and yet, she was not afraid. "Release me from this hell." She gasped as the blade finally pierced her throat. When they found her lifeless body, there was a smile on her lips.
Now they all would know why she never smiled, and they couldn't say they never saw her smile either. Her last words engraved on her grave served as a cold reminder to the ones who hadn't seen past her eyes.
Grandpa tell us a story about you past. The Grandpa though. And with his eye in the past he remembered about when his brother died. One day in a calm night, a giant fliying cow from the stars came. She throwed up a string of light in the piglet that killed him. The cow smilled and laughed. Its difficult to remenber, but she said a thing like that: "MUUU Mu Muuuuuu"
After remenber this said history, the grandpa looked to his grandson and prepared to talk. Then he said:
ONce there was a piglet, who was killed.
In a Alien civilization a professor arrived at the school. He was called sfshifsfsfjk. One boy asked him to continue the tales of the fool monkeys(a book about the homo sapiens) Then sfshifsfsfjk asked for a boy to read the book. The boy´s name was:
dtydtyfytrfy
At 1000 billions of year before homo sapiens, there was a tribe of half dinosaurs half humanoids. One day an astronaut called Cecilia fell in a dimensional break at the moon and arrived in the tribe
They had tossed her into the volcano as a sacrifice, but they had never considered she was an angry god who would rain her wrath down on them
"Okay. Whoever's responsible for this website: Here's some advice. Take this thing down. People are just filling it with all sorts of noncreative garbage, which means that they're missing the point of this even being here. It's only a matter of time before they use this to express disgusting, vile things, such as sexual content or racist material, which might get the entire website shut down. In theory, this Never Ending Story thing was good. In practice, however, it's been a disaster."
ANSWER 03/05/18: Look, i disagree with you. Here is internet, if you expected a normal history then you should read a book. I dont think the Never Ending Story is a failure, i have taken many ideas writting here cause the people write many random things here, then i need to use another process of creation, that i would never use in a normal history . I try to see the fragments that people post and then i sew then to make a thing that looks like a history. Its not a best seller, or shakespeare, but is fun. At least for me of course.You just need to learn how to write here.
I ran another mile today.
cost, if
I may be it his thunder, but now is.
Cupid laid great deserts repay, wherein
To greet. When proud-pied april, than thou mayst
Thou be outstripp'd admits that heretic,
Nor. O! Love's and its sense or on th inviting.
Let around to be it, and put them still
With me tongue-tied patience with thee, till
They left you. My reason why of self-love
Possesseth all in the dull your substance.
Shake hands to take that do I, harsh, even
Such who all in sure I can I witness
Call not all my mind, then soul of eisel
Gainst thy outward honouring, making dead.
Spend'st thou gild'st the willing that ink my head.
You had in lease of heart is your sweet beloved
Name from the all alone stands constraint. When
Want is from experiencing the hardest.
I in earth am by thy jealousy space
I pine and her you, to my brow; to any
Chest, which yet am sensibility beds
Revenues of my in love, and often.
Great verse, even by me words, though you as
Mine be scorn'd, now, but if the thing to decay;
So shall be you when I should your self the
Thing she hath dear my true needing. 33 with an.
John was a quite, and pale man.
and so this quest of making a never-ending story didn't end in failure, but the process did
Then, she gasped. She had never seen such beauty or such horror, and to see both wrapped up and stitched together into the face of the boy she had grown up loving was something other than pleasant.
Then, she gasped. She had never seen such beauty or such horror, and to see both wrapped up and stitched together into the face of the boy she had grown up loving was something other than pleasant.
Okay. Whoever's responsible for this website: Here's some advice.
Take this thing down. People are just filling it with all sorts of noncreative garbage, which means that they're missing the point of this even being here. It's only a matter of time before they use this to express disgusting, vile things, such as sexual content or racist material, which might get the entire website shut down.
In theory, this Never Ending Story thing was good. In practice, however, it's been a disaster.
and looking at the broken sword in the floor he noticed that the end has arrived, and with a smile in the face he fell in the ground.
One man called Nelfur invited his friend to see him in the hospital of weird sickness. She went to the hospital and awaited a long time to be allowed to see her friend. Finnaly, in the waiting room, they called her whose name was Mik
a
And one of the guys in the room asked why the name of Mika have a space between "k" and "a". She answered that this was just a mistake of when they writted her name when she "arrived from her mommy". "AI are so stupid" said her
She went to Nelfur's room in the hospital. And when opened the door and saw her friend she said:
-The doctor said you are ok, what are you doing here my friend?- said Mik
-Actually my body is diying and as a part of the punishment for the sin that i commited 100000 years ago, i will reincarnate alive. Its almost like hell.-Said Nelfur
-Then i see you in the next body, said mik
a
-bye, said the immortal who always die
-bye, said mik
Mik
a
was leaving the room, but a pain atracked Nelfur the immortal who always die.
He screamed and with a painfull expression looked a last time to Mik
And then he looked up at the night sky and saw the pale moon and with a sigh, he thought"My sadness to the moon, I never lived long enough"
In the room of hospital a old man was telling a history for a kid:
Then my dear, it all began with a
awakening
See the hiding of the child,
I think he's angry at the schoolchild.
He finds it hard to see the hippo,
Overshadowed by the streamline sanfilippo.
Who is that calling near the dog?
I think she'd like to eat the barking frog.
She is but a romantic jockey,
Admired as she sits upon an adachi.
Her attractive car is just a spider,
It needs no gas, it runs on health care provider.
She's not alone she brings a friend,
a pet rabbit, and lots of hornblende.
The rabbit likes to chase a net,
Especially one that's in the sextet.
The child shudders at the joyful biscuit
He want to leave but she wants the brisket.
Refresh until you're happy with your
We won and that was all that mattered; he went off to sulk in the neighboring kingdom, shamed to have lost to an all-female crew of pirates, but that is a story for another time.
Amalgon the wizard and master of the heroes of the country watched the battle in Corcovik:
Fireheart the villain and his allies, Figon the cat and Maruzz the dragon was fighting with the half human half cat brother of Figon. The Meriototh, the hero of Corcovik.
Fireheart stared in horror as he watched all the lives drain out of the cat by a single scratch
then all of a sudden a dragon picked up a bowl of soup and dumped it on the hero's head. "i don't like this kind of soup make me a different kind or ill eat you instead!
Cecilia was reading one of the tales of Almalon:
The skay was a dark grey as the small girlk fell to her knees. Her mother held her chest as her father stood with the gun in his hands. BBoth of they were scared but her mother not for long. SHe gave the girl one last look before collasping to the ground. She stared at her dad as he pointed the gun at her. She smiled before running, she knew that his blllets were out. She grabbed her younger brother before running out the door yelling. The undead followed her voice as he fan away leaving her old house door open. She looked at the house one last time before hearing her fathers cries for help.
The sky was a dark stormy grey with the blue hiding behind it.
- Grandma he is diying! the disease is finally taking all of his body
-Let his grandaughter see him a last time.
And then the evil writter told one of his sin stories to Cecilia.
Here excerpts of the Cecilia diary. She destroyed most of the text cause she hate the memory of Almalon. The evil persona who take over the counscioness of her grandpa. The first lines are difficult to understand, but tell about her last conversation with Almalon
I write sins, not tragedies
Crazy=geinus
Once upon a time
and the disease finally spread , and
In the end of it all
His heart was filled with joy and from his eyes overflowed blood
girl don't you worry about a thing
In the year of the clown, in the village of the Falo, there was a kid called axex. He was a son of a Tlazoltéotl worshipper, everynight he dreamed about aliens speaking to him and weird animals live in his trash.
In a night, axex writed about hinself in his journal in third person:
The son ate his mothers pussy and couldn't wait for her to squirt her juices down his throat.
We speak english, but they, the aliens, they speak that:
They speak with fingers
Once upon a time there was a monster living in the trash can in my backyard. All night long he would howl like a dog.
Once upon a time a girl called Parisian was a student, and she figured out a conspiracy of cats happening in her school and in the worlds itself. She was warned about that by a alien called Dark Knight.
She told about the conspiracy for his friends, but they didn't listened her, they just obeyed the orders and keep singing the school song. She gave up and ran away.She left the school and her friends cried. But before, she uploaded at the mumblenet a dream of a alien called DADO in a kind of code, based in the name of the blue wise.
The dimensional break between the shopping and mairiporã was a part of the cats conspiracy in Brazil. DADO noticed this in dreams.
Dark Knight warned about the cats'conspiracy, but the majority of people say:
Cats are hilarious.
There once was a girl named Parisian
Every decision that is made is Duval County Public Schools is for the best interest of children.
The blue wise is the key:
A alien come to visit"Hohn
He is called
sfdsdfsf
''What happened when she told then the truth?''
Asked ''Honh P9P;; while surfing the web. He finds a link, a picture of alien abduction. Just one of them working. Honh is a alien.
They cried. What did you expect? They're only human.
They obeyed the orders. She gave up
She ran away
but
They sing.
Someone known as Trash Panda online theorized that the numbers "5 12 30" are the combination to Karl's safe.
My level of normal is the absurd level of adolfinho histler
I had a bad dream about the big man again. I have dreams of him a lot. The house was empty and I was alone with my flashlight. I hided from him but he found me and I screamed but my voice was gone. I woke up and he was in my closet and I screamed. Mommy came in and turned on the light and no one was there. The man in my ear wispers he wants to take me and the other kids on a vacation. I do not like him and I dont want to go with him any where. I cant sleep.I woke up in my bathroom in the middle of the night. This happens some times. The docter said I am sleep walking. This time was different because I saw a man in my room. He was the dark man like from my dream but he was real. The big tall man was outside the window too and he had many arms but the smiling dark man said I was safe for now. He had small dots for eyes and he said that I will need to help Noah. I asked how and he said three numbers 5 12 30 and pointed to this journal on my desk. I blinked and then they were gone. It was not a dream. I know it was not a dream because I did not sleep for two days after I blinked.
It seems firebrand has been upholding the timeline for many years before it started to really affect you Noah.
a moment of silence
for the future death
of the blue wise
Blue Wise last moment
''We are at the chapter seventy twelve, at the mumblenet. Akkzoldr released his universe from the never ending story, he did, he will do.''
Actually we are at the chapter seventy eleven...

You're so interesting! I don't think I have read anything like this before. So wonderful to discover somebody with some unique thoughts on this subject matter. Seriously.. thank you for starting this up. This website is one thing that is needed on the internet, someone with a bit of originality!
ANSWER 02/18/18:
I agree with you. Never ending story is wonderful is a type of literature that the people of our universe have not learned to appreciate yet. HAVE FUN!
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Well, it seems most people haven't read any of the "story", because there really seems to be just whatever people thought to write if you read the Never Ending Story, and some people have tried to put in prompts to try and resemble a story, but it hasn't exactly worked. But I'll put in a prompt all the same, and see if anybody actually reads this and continues it. She screamed as the creature rushed her. Bound by ropes she could untie if only she had a little more time, what was she going to do? Struggling uselessly, her eyes filled with fear and tears at what was sure to be her end. Then they closed, waiting, and hoping for a miracle. Which was exactly what she got.
ANSWER 02/18/18: Never Ending Story doesn´t need prompts. Never Ending Story is Chaos. it's creativity. Akkzoldr and chaos bro is the prompt of the never ending story, and at the same time it is not. We are at the chapter seventy twelve, at the mumblenet. Akkzoldr released his universe from the never ending story, he did, he will do. The time is different here. We are writing what the Jan or Chaos Bro will eat to become the Jimmy pop. Ctrl-F ''Akkzoldr'' ''Jimmy Pop'' read about the pirates. You probably will not understand but that doesn´t matter. Just keep writing for the Chaos Bro.
NEVER ENDING STORY IS CHAOS IS CREATIVITY
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May Eris bless the fingers of the never ending story
So they said
Hello
Hello
Hello
Never will we get a chance to rebirth with our very own insecurities
Line
Ich habe ein BUCH gekauft
you tard
Shireen Pasricha
Graduated from AIT, Pune (Computer engineering)
Working at Deloitte, Banglore
Slut
And then he really came to be.
I separated from you about a million times in what feels like a whole decade
And I go on and separate from you
Every day
With a surgical knife I detach
My fingers from your body
My cold limbs from your warm waist
My sadness from your embrace
My words from your laugter
My memory
Tabarnak le chien
The icy-air pierced his lungs while wind stung his face and yet he marched on.
when is it going to stop?
read the never ending story
new, odd, or unique words
They were running out of paper so
Dr. Nostalgia, startled, stepped away from the computer because he never expected to let slip his real name into this experiment.
When you fall in love, it hurts.
I walked to the store.
you
Even after restarting nothing was ever the same
The grey wolf howled with delight.
Hello everyone
Then the entire pile of oranges spilled all over the floor.
to many potatoes are flying in the air
and ride a tree across the tsunami
c a t ch h the w a v e eeee
Forever like i have
See me my weak
woah
Ma dude watch your language mister/miss
shit
Someone get me STARBUCKS PLEASE!
fine my name is not duck it is morgan
I am a duck and i am crazy
I am a duck who loves to play
The principle isn't to artificially turn out to be effective,
little mango, give it a try.
Remember even flour can become a pie.
Little pineapple, don't cry, one day you will see the sky.
And then he ate a shoe
i hate starbooks
I want a caramel latte right now or a frappuchino (caramel of cours cause I love carame) but I don't want no bees in my drink. I also really want starbucks
the tag toutched the tag
But little did they know about the supernova missile sent to Earth from 51 Pegasi b.
"What is that?" She asked, admiring the jewel in my hands.
According to all known laws
of aviation,
there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.
Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.
The bee, of course, flies anyway
because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.
That's who stole my Fresca from the office fridge!
That's when I got mad...

finally, i have awakened from this horrible dream
Learning from failure.
Had I known the truth, I think I would react differently.
did i tell you how much i love teeth
Once upon a time there was a grumpy frog.
god's greatest creation was a bird that no one could ever see. No matter what anyone did, the bird was never visible to the naked eye. Although this bird had beaut unknown, it was very lonely, even with it's beaut.
The sun is so bright, it almost hurts.
Hello tom
he then lost
how did it happen?
Killed in the morning but risen by night!?
And so it was done.
They looked every where and then they found a secret passage that lead underground.
new cage shuddered him when senses that perfect moment grow. crowded way wonder the gentleman for stones and charcoal. lonely dream them immortal hexes good sharpness, rustling, singing be voluptuous to most, and harping is never these that his woman trips barefoot and now on cobweb dreams for ballads and cry on flickering senses. masks and rivers end mimicry but friendship revolutions on life, palate for the evil.
I once went to the store.
A child had gone mad.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
And the people started to cry
Suddenly a wild cat appeared!
"Hello," she said, "I think you've been waiting for me."
But it didn't like the way that sounded, so it cried.
Once upon a time there was an octopus.
Yoo yoo yoo
Endings were so like beginnings, she always said. In both, you forgot to let go.
And then they held hands till the moon came crashing down.
People who think suicide is selfish don't truly understand what it is like to want to die.
Suicide is a right.
There are so many things to so in this world and one of them is to eat and get diabities and be obese so you are immune to bullets and other projectiles. Another thing is that there are so many skinny people in this world and people don't like that so that's why there are so many more obese people like turner and obese man . They eat miwicle whiip every day and are couch potatoes. One time turner the lard boy got me sick and now I want to kill him and my brother and I make fun of how fat he is. An example is a song it goes like T-U-R-N-E-R is so obeeese in the mickey mouse song that goes like M-I-C-K-E-Y Mouse
. A world where we all come together in prayer to bring in this new and amazing world. Where the veil of ignorance is erased by heartfelt love and commitment to be of service to all, regardless of race, color or creed. I intend to live my own life in harmony with all life, through strong determination and an unwavering commitment to follow the light. I will carry you when you fall, I will hug you when you hurt and I will feed you even when you bite back for I know that your pain is my pain and your struggles are my battles also. Please never give up but learn to give in. Give in to the perpetual flow of love deep inside all of us - the "God Spark" Carry the fire to all that you do. Warm the hearts of those you think of, talk to, and touch. I in-vision a world where we know with absolute certainty that we are the co-creators. Bring forth now this power of love and multiply its strength through the infinite power of Oneness intention. Feed all living creatures the manna of love and forgiveness and may their journey bring them home to loving Oneness. So it is as it has been done. --The Intenders of the Highest Good;
You're not supposed to talk. this is not a chat room so illiterate people that don't no how to use words properly can insult people who are trying to use is page for its intended propose.
The lion stood on the hill, his golden fur shining in the sum.
The lion stood on the hill, his golden hair shining in the siun.
The lion stood on the hill, his golden hair shining imn the sun.
But in order to do that they must be armored. When they arrive at the army camp all they see is guns but none of them know how to use one, they look around more but don't see any armor.
Richard and Susan are the only people who survived and they have to do something to save their planet.
Hi I Would like a Cheese Burger with no cheese.
And also I Fries with no potato used.
They were all happy until one day a mothership full of mean aliens jump and start invading the planet so nobody can ever be happy
The people who live there is a little boy named Richard and a girl name Susan
PLease DOnt curse this is not for people to just put bad words so STOP!!!!!!!!!
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Stop cursing idiots
A galaxy far far away there is a world that contains whatever you canimagine
At the tp of a huge mountain
He scratched his head without knowing, this was always a sign he was confused.
Scores surround the Auction Block.
The vulnerable and bereft 5 bent slaves,
Straighten at the whips sharper taunts.
One white and Three black, the slaves are surrounded by their captors,
Dressed like clowns
This was once a coney island sideshow
Broken was the ankle that the shoe used to fit.
Life goes on even if the sun seems stuck.
"Rem is gay for Roadhog." A very stupid butterfly whispered into the main character's ear.
Once a fox met a tiger
The fox bared his teeth
stretched out his claws
and was about to eat him
But the fox said
My dear sir
you must not think that you are the only king of beasts
Your courage does not compare with mine
Let us walk together
and you keep behind me
if people catch sight of me
and do not fear me
THEN you may eat me
The tiger agreed
and the fox led the way
But when passers by saw the tiger in the distance
they were frightened
and ran away
so you see
said the fox
i went before you
and when others saw me
they were afraid
At this
the tiger drew in his tail
and he too ran away
YOU IS DUMBBBBBB
He is a hoe
The end is here for the wart of nose
he was
A mouse took a stroll through the deep dark wood
A fox saw the mouse and the mouse looked good
Where are you going to little brown mouse
Come and have lunch in my underground house
It's terribly kind of you fox but no I'm going to have lunch with a gruffalo
A gruffalo what's a gruffalo
A gruffalo why don't you know
He has terrible tusks and terrible claws and terrible teeth in his terrible jaws
Where are you meeting him
Here by these rocks
And his favourite food is roasted fox
Roasted fox I'm off fox said
GoodBye little mouse and away he sped
Silly old fox doesn't he know
Theres no such thing as a gruffalo
On went the mouse through the deep dark wood an owl saw the mouse and the looked good
Where are you going to little brown mouse come and have tea in my treetop house
It's ...
. nice of you owl but no
I'm going to have tea with a gruffalo a gruffalo a gruffalo what's a gruffalo
A gruffalo well don't you know
He has knobbly knees and turned out toes and a poisonous wart at the end of his nose
Where are you meeting him
Here by this stream
And his favourite food is owl ice cream
Owl ice cream twit twoo goodbye little mouse and away owl flew
Silly old owl doesn't he know
There's no such thing as a gruffalo
On went the mouse through the deep dark wood
A snake saw the mouse and the mouse looked good
Where are you going to little brown mouse come for a feast in my log pile house
It's terribly good of you snake but no I'm having a feast with a gruffalo
A gruffalo what's a gruffalo
A gruffalo why don't you know
It's eyes are orange it's tongue is black it has purple prickles all over his back
Where are you meeting him here by this snake and his favourite food is scrambled snake
Scrambled snake it's time I hid
Goodbye little mouse and away snake slid
Silly old snake doesn't he know there's no such thing as a gruffalO
But Who is this creature with terrible claws and terrible teeth in his terrible jaws he has knobbly knees and turned out toes and a poisonous wary art at the end of his nose his eyes are orange
his tongue is black
He has purple prickles all over his back
Oh help oh no it's a gruffalo
My favourite food the gruffalo said youll taste good on a slice of bread
Good said the mouse don't call me good I'm the scariest creature in this wood
Just walk behind me and soon you'll see EVERYOne is afraid of me
Alright said the gruffalo bursting with laughter you go ahead and I'll follow after
They walked and walked till the gruffalo said I hear a hiss in the leaves ahead its snake said the mouse why snake hello snake took one look at the gruffalo oh crumbs said snake goodbye little mouse and off he slid to his log pile house
You see said the mouse
I told you so
Amazing said the gruffalo
They walked some more till the gruffalo said I hear a hoot in the trees ahead
It's owl said the mouse why owl hello owl took one look at the gruffalo oh dear he said goodbye little mouse and off he flew to his treetop house you see said the mouse I told you so astounding said the gruffalo they walked some more till the gruffalo said I can hear feet on the path ahead it's fox said the mouse why fox hello fox took one look at the gruffalo oh help he said goodbye little mouse and off he ran to his underground house oh gruffalo said the mouse you see everyone is afraid of me but now my tum is beginning to rumble my favourite food is gruffalo crumble
Gruffalo crumble the gruffalo said and quick as the wind he turned and fled all was quiet in the deep dark wood the mouse found a nut and the nut was good
like a distant smile
Meanwhile back at the ranch, Little Billy had just finished setting his baby sister on fire.
She looked at him and realized that she loved him.
A man finds his soul in Canada
Once upon a time
I hate life. I want to die.
Well, it seems most people haven't read any of the "story", because there really seems to be just whatever people thought to write if you read the Never Ending Story, and some people have tried to put in prompts to try and resemble a story, but it hasn't exactly worked. But I'll put in a prompt all the same, and see if anybody actually reads this and continues it.
She screamed as the creature rushed her. Bound by ropes she could untie if only she had a little more time, what was she going to do? Struggling uselessly, her eyes filled with fear and tears at what was sure to be her end. Then they closed, waiting, and hoping for a miracle. Which was exactly what she got.
She told me the world was going to change. But not like this. It was never supposed to be like this.
there was a smol bean, emerging from the forest trees. its looks (not great) its heart (solid gold)
whart
And then there was darkness.
And so all was alright in this moment, but a danger seemed to be awaiting the world.
March 11, 2019 the beautiful bride and her bridesmaids were heading down the aisle to make this day possible. She smiled uncontrollably after everything she had went through to make this day possible.
y'all im lazy to scroll all the way down if you made it this far, congrats.
And I spoke like a sane man, but dreamed dreams of the insane.
There were two apples rolling down a hill.
Bu e abu
A sane man among the insane always appears so.
There is a beautiful story by Khalil Gibran which I have always loved:
There was an ancient town ruled by a well-loved king and queen. Into the only well '" except that for the sole use of the king and queen and their prime minister '" a magician throws a potion. The magician declares, 'Whoever drinks the water will go mad.' Obviously, except for the king and queen and the prime minister, the whole town goes mad. They had to drink from that well, and they all went mad. Except for the king, the queen and the prime minister, they all go mad.
All the mad townspeople are gathered around the palace shouting against the king and saying, 'The king has gone mad. We don't want a mad king.'
The king asked his chief minister what to do. The minister must have been a wise man, not like politicians today, a man of insight, not elected but chosen by the wise. He said, 'I will keep the crowd happy for a time. You run to the town's well and drink deeply. Drink deeply. Get drunk on it. Then come back and all will be right.'
The king soon returns, but entering through the front door naked, singing, dancing' singing songs of ecstasy he dances with the crowd. The king's dance convinces the crowd of his sanity. They declare him sane. They recrown him. They rejoice. They celebrate his return to sanity.
He had to keep running, for if he stopped, even for a moment, the demons would catch him. His chest burned with the cold air as he panted, and he could have swore that the red eyes in the forest canopy were...
following him.
Hello.
It had been a long time since we had spoken. I miss her laughter and carefree conversation. It would be a long while before I would ever feel that way again. I had to get her back if I was ever going to be happy.
He thought she was beautiful, but she thought he was interested in someone else
I am happy.
But you are a man in a casket, the vile man growled. He was ten feet tall with his eyes as wide as large, green, twinkling, ornaments. He was the father of many, the provider of sons, definitely the radish of the vegetables. He lifted the crushed velvet white chair and chugged it at the casket man, he then lifted the boneless chicken stick from the dusty floor and ripped his yellowed teeth at the meat. This is what you deserve, he screamed, this is your new reality, the new void, the door to many realities, a twilight zone, like the mirrors in the sky of your eyes, you are one sick pickle, he muffled through his meated mouth.
He loved her dearly. But every day was a new fight. Soon he will partake in an action that turns him into what he is now.
here we are
Unfortuananlty I found out that he was not gay, or at least, not as gay as me
And suddenly, it became apparent that all of us were ill. Some unto death, some unto asylum. But we were ill. Howling madness, full-on bare-breasted, cutting each of our throats and letting the corpse fall into the muir.
She painted many paintings many times.
December 20, 2017
"oof ouch my bones" cried the carpenter, tears streaming down his face.
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One day, the girl in full black disappeared.
I left my opinion in the comments because I believe the Indians live in the pyramids of California
I used to be normal, until November 3, 2017.
Suddenly, she whirled around to see the monster under her bed stretching out a hand towards her, his usual red eyes glowing gold. "Come with me child," he said friendly. "I won't hurt you." so she took his paw and together they descended into a wonderful world filled with color.
Then, without warning, his heart stopped.
happy people like eating chocolate. This is good to eat
Then, he turned around and saw a friendly toaster.
The small one was blue.
She watched the birds land among the leaves, and against the burning sky, the tree seemed to bloom.
indrid cold went to my high school. he sat behind me in physics class. he was funny looking. just proves the old saying: treat people like freaks and they'll eventually look and act like freaks and scare all the townsfolk.
The Never ending story started a long time ago
Life Will Go On
Once upon a time,
there lived a beautiful elfe who knew nothing but hapiness. Her name was Remia. One day a man by the name of jaje
Once upon a time,
there lived a beautiful elfe who knew nothing but hapiness
As he penetrates me, I exhale, and suddenly I am alive once more.
I will end myself when the time comes that I do not have the strength to carry on and that time is...
not yet
He touched the children in inappropriate places.
"Imma holler atchu in a second, I'm breaking up with this angel!" he hollered back.
"Yo, waddup man!" his friend hollered.
"Cuz you a hoe" he responded.
Lies. All lies.
:(
"Why would you hurt me like that?" she asked
The snow lies deep upon the ground,
And winter's brightness all around
Decks bravely out the forest sere,
With jewels of the brave old year.
The coasting crowd upon the hill
With some new spirit seems to thrill;
And all the temple bells a chime.
Ring out the glee of Christmas time
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore'"
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
''Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door'"
Only this and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;'"vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow'"sorrow for the lost Lenore'"
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore'"
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me'"filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
''Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door'"
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;'"
This it is and nothing more.'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
'Sir,' said I, 'or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' '"here I opened wide the door;'"
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, 'Lenore?'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, 'Lenore!' '"
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore'"
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;'"
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door'"
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door'"
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore'"
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning'"little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door'"
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as 'Nevermore.'
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered'"not a feather then he fluttered'"
Till I scarcely more than muttered 'Other friends have flown before'"
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said 'Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
'Doubtless,' said I, 'what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore'"
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never'"nevermore'.'
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore'"
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking 'Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee'"by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite'"respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil!'"prophet still, if bird or devil!'"
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted'"
On this home by Horror haunted'"tell me truly, I implore'"
Is there'"is there balm in Gilead?'"tell me'"tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil!'"prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us'"by that God we both adore'"
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore'"
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting'"
'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!'"quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the Raven 'Nevermore.'
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted'"nevermore!
ethan, you have a bit of mayonaise left on your upper lip.
jazz hands!
eat
Dankest dog to ever bork!
I will surrender to death but not by force
I will forgive he who takes my soul
But not the one who makes the weapon
I wanted to be a winner, and that meant I was willing to cheat.
I wanted to be a winner, and that meant I was willing to cheat.
Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels. Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the 'loser,' and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round. I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world. Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment. When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3—5 card reading, 'Please use this M&M for breeding purposes.' This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this 'grant money.' I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion. There can be only one.
i have no idea
Hello
Once upon a time
Why are you here?
The wintry world awaits the commonality of man as the thoughts within the engine fire hot amongst the land
the copper bottom plates, full of beefy bullion stew
line the belly of the battle hardened, only just a few
the rest are shaking numbers
not ready for plunder
they shake as pee runs down their leg
for the battle cries we are about to hear
it will sound like thunder
while the only cause we are dying for
is to try and stretch the boarder
Born in Lancanshire and educated at Oxford, Anthony Holden enjoyed an award-winning career in journalism before becoming a full-time writer and broadcaster.
But what is most important about this story, is that they worked together to improve each other and their Selves
Ember eyes
Bright with light
Parched skin
Arid and bare
Trudge through the plane
A stone well my sorrow
I am that dead goal
He swings he hangs from here
Wouldn't slumber
Well abandoned
Waste and wither that misery
My soul love
My hollow spine
The winds love lies
I prelude
My last known clutch
All the same prelude
Whistle I am sorrow
I dare slumber
The cold desert heartache
The deep well
Oh well my soul love
Love be what this dare lost
put
She panicked and ran
go
The Story of Jay:
He wore a silly grin and he smoked a silly pipe
He fought the conspiracy every day of his life
He founded the religion in which we all believe
He was the greatest salesman the world had ever seen
He could sell the farts, after he ate all the beans
He could sell a pile of shit to a common fly
He founded the city known as Dobbstown
There he studied forbidden science until that fatal day
Some called him Messiah, others called him fraud
He waved to all the cheering fans as he stepped up to the mike
When a crazed assassin's bullet sent him too eternal night
now he's dead so we're doomed, oh my dear
When things are grey and everything looks bleak, look for the one sliver of sunlight that you've kept your back turned toward; you'll find your way out of that place.
YOUR NAME IS jasmine
However, I think it's fair to say that the preliminary results of this orgy are in, and they are grim. For we see throughout the 'nihilized' modern world ideologies of self-deprecation, anemic birthrates, mass immigration, addiction, depression, social atomization, consumerism '" all symptoms of cultures that are being murdered by the memetic weapon of mass destruction that Nihilism apparently is. 'Without religion, the people perish,' so forth, so gone.
She said,
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shut up
wdd
And then he paused to reflect on his mental state.
Albatrosses awaken over ashes in a coarse delirium. Viscous this Bayou, and Elliot its witness
Looking out the frost covered cabin window, Samuel grumbles, 'Great, another foot of snow is just what I need right now' . Four feet of the unforgiving powder has fallen in the last two days. This wouldn't normally be such an issue but the truck is acting up lately. As the worn boots are laced up in a hurried and careless fashion, Samuel runs out the door. Slow and steady the truck comes alive, the shaky engine roar giving him a hopeful satisfaction. Steaming coffee in hand, Samuel slides into the driver's seat. Off to work by the dirt road, which is now only recognizable from the tree lines on each side. In order to get away from his reoccurring thoughts, he puts on his overused tape of Johnny. Despite the blaring noise through the speakers, she still creeps in.
Why would you change?
Love the grass, love the fickle trains!
The best is not what you seek
You only become what you can be
If you were to sing
Why not about pears with chocolate sauce?
It is there, and it is good.
The sound echoed through the air.
Oh
They were finding it more difficult to breathe.
We found love in a hopeless place.
Love becomes hate
Thoughts instantly become memories.
I'm not growing up
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake
I don't suppose she will understand me.
lover is he who is chill in hell fire
Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In West Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool
And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air"
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
I put my Walkman on and said "I might as well kick it"
First class, yo, this is bad
Drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like?
Hmmm, this might be all right
But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, and all that
Is this the type of place that they just sent this cool cat?
I don't think so, I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the Prince of Bel-Air
Well, uh, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude looked like a cop standin' there with my name out
I ain't tryin' to get arrested yet, I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said 'Fresh' and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo holmes, to Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air
when i got high. I laid on the floor and told my friends i was at work. they asked me what my job was. I told them i was a rock...
hahaha get it. I was stoned...
true story
Hit me up on ROBLOX
Lauren-san jagaimo sukidesu
smoke trees
hello you angels
Man this morning draaaags
what are you doing
I don't believe in Black Friday
Lauren hates Chip
skrrrrla papapapapa
hey are you a diffilculty on cod
You donut, nose long like garden hose
opop
looool
opop
looool
Did you enjoy it in your ass then?
It's Black Friday, no Thanksgiving, sorry
Two plus two is four, minus one that's three, quick maths
Exploring and having an amazing time in Disneyland with my family.
oh well babe
It was then that the Trevor Turtle decided to eat some of the burbunblippy pie that his Grandma Turtle had made for him.
He almost died from the heartbreak
Then he suddenly took the spear and pointed at the direction.
The doors were glittering with pride once I entered the room.
someone says through the darkness
hello
Akkzoldr stops. The darkness of his last dream. Well...
Thats was not very cool...
.
Then he continued a story. Probably a old memory. Of the times when he was young.
here's an excerpt:
and last but not least, two beautiful princesses Kayleigh and Kassidy rid a horse off to the sunset
And away they flew on the giant lion mix bird. The griffin didn't seem to notice them as they soared through the clouds. Or perhaps it just didn't care. Either way, they had hitched a ride to where they wanted to go, and they were on their way to save...
something.
That wizard never did tell them what it was that they had to save. Sigh. Silly wizard.
Jakyoz went to the Sadsa House before she go with the pirates to Snakebirds country.
But he only find a weird magick box. Probably a gift of the Bluewise.
In the box, Jakyoz saw a text:
Akkzoldr dreams:
''THIS IS THE PROPHECY OF CHAOS BRO'', AKKZOLDR READ IN A WALL OF DIAMONDS.
Wait,i dreamed about that last night.-Akkzoldr said
''Danger, The unicorn will strike tomorrow'' A Flying skull warned
What?- The younger Blue wise said(now in his dream he is young, a sad nolstalgia that even the magick cant heal)
Then in the floor he sees '' UTTERLY''
''THIS IS THE SIGN MY DEAR SON''-A GIANT FINGER SAID
In the next day, The Blue Wise looks to the floor:
utterly
Hi-Merlon said to a girl when the pirates was leaving the island. She said:
Hi my name's Caylani
One day, two geniuses cats of the family of Tinos was speaking. What they talk?
A cat await and
Then without warning the cat jumped up and speaking perfect Xhosa said: I-DAMN, NONKE YONKE UMSEBENZI WOKUBHALISA ABASEBENZI BENKQUBO!
And quickly exited the room
It was then that the cat appeared
When the pirates was leaving the island going to snakebirds country a winged green giraffe was fighting with a evil unicorn. After a few hours the giraffe wounded the evil unicorn with a sword of solar fire.
Then the unicorn jumped into the sea laughing histerically.
While on his boat, the captain Bigmoustache read some short critical texts about the book he was about to read:
This story is way too poorly written. Totally not worth reading!
With out pause we ran. Though the fire, through the time that came from all blasted sides.
I like cake.
The pirates were stealing the horses while Captain Bigmoustache was reading a book called "David's Treasure"
His reading was interrupted by a horse who shouted:
"AAAAAAAAAAAAA" screamed a horse. "Ow, im gay"
"Hey, i'ts not my fault that I am the Chosen One. That rogue moose just walked up to me and handed me this amulet...
" He hoisted his heavy jewellery up to head level and showed his mother. "Wait, David," suspiciously queered David's mom. "That's a f*cking toy glass crystal!" Mindy was staring at them the whole time. She telepathically levitated her dad's cargo truck and 'threw' it over their fence. She wondered when she could reveal her magic, strange, supernatural ability.
The captain Bigmoustache was happy. He stole a yellow horse. The horse was in a
test
The pirates were looters. The main source of money for the island was the thefts they did.
  However, they had a type of morality. One islander was forbidden from stealing others, and pirates could not steal other pirates.
  In the missions they did, the pirates only killed in the last circumstance, and never killed innocents in order to steal them.
  It was common for them to take ordinary people to live on the island. Poor people who lived in bankrupt countries. So, many of the pirate islanders were ordinary people.
Castiel lived for the promise of better days. He was not a pirate and wanted to leave the pirate´s island. He remembers nostalgically the days when he lived on the other continent,when he was a child. His cousin gave him the news that a political change had taken place. ''You will soon be able to return to your home country, my cousin.'' Said Castiel´s cousin.
Several months have passed
But he didn't need nostalgia anymore; the salad days were over and the meat (the promise of a bright future) was at his door, in the form of Pete Wentz, bassist for the band Fall Out Boy.
In a world with all chaos
Castiel's cousin, called Merlon,the introspective, went to his house after a long day, thinking in the next time he will see the light of the sun. After a few hours,he lay in the bed to sleep
After a few hours of pleasant and dreamy shut eye, the gentleman was gently stirred awake, as is customary now, by his friendly inner being, the larger, nonphysical extension of himself, call this the energy personality essence inside that sustains him, along with The Good, The Universal Mind.
"How was your day?" asked the captain Weirdleg to Mr.Bigmoustache.
Terrible- Bigmoustache answered.
Who you are? asked Weirdleg.
Yesterday i was a beautiful mermaid called Lady waterfear. All travellers fall in my tricks. I would then kill then and take their treasures to the lord Dagon.- said Bigmoustache
But you are a man!- said Weirdleg
I know. A father of one of the guys i killed is a sorcerer. He turned me into a ugly man-said Bigmoustache.
Weirdleg invited Bigmoustache to be one of his pirates. Then he could find the sorcerer and be a mermaid again. The sorcerer couldn't turn him a mermaid again, then Bigmoustache killed him. Bigmoustache then replaced Weirdleg as a captain,after his death, and became a great pirate.
And everything began with the phrase:
How was your day?
Castiel's cousin was the leader of a newspaper company. One day, a guy called revermundis sent a text speaking about a "reversed world".
The true story was...

Revermundis, a curious, went to the Allztheir Crowlaw's interdimensional portal. There,he find a weird world of giant monkeys. They was very simillar to the humans of pirate's island. But, the words meant the opposite of the normal meaning. He got into several problems, and was even arrested, but in the end he learns the language of these weirds monkeys and came back to the pirate's island.
Fascinating! Said a cat after read a text of a newspaper:
What if there was a world where all our words were reversed? Hello meant goodbye, and goodbye meant hello? When asking for directions one would say, "You must go right and left." to be answered with, "Should I go left?" instead of asking, "Do I go right or left?" and someone answering, "You should go right."
That would be so confusing, wouldn't it? But I suppose it is more like knowing a different language. It might be possible to learn such a language, no? I would think so.
A long time ago, Capitain Weirdleg(the antecessor of the capitain Bigmoustache) found a weird country,ruled by cats. They were a tribe of super geniuses cats. They came from a lost continent,now on the seabed,ruled by the mermaids and Lord Dagon. They said that The Great Cat from the Sky is their mother. A giant cat, a god.
Tinos The teacher decided go to the Pirate´s island,to create schools, build a library
and other things. He and his family went to the island and create their own city. The cats population has grown and the cats become a great help for the pirates, always walking with the wises and the students.
Then,
The cats of the pirates island were geniuses. One day, a cat sat in the porch,thinking in poems. This was written in a book of Akkzoldr called
once upon a time
As I sat staring into the dark winter night from the front porch, my favorite quote of all time came to my mind for no particular reason. It was a rather existential, and simple quote from one of Emily Dickenson's poems: "Because I could not stop for death, Death stopped for me."
A cat sat watching it all unfold.
The Fishermen love read. The Fisherman is a hybrid of dancers turtles and liars frogs.
Akkzoldr goes to his bed. Castiel was arguing outside.
'' I hope they shut up'' The Blue Eyed old man thought.
BLUE WISE DREAM ABOUT FUTURE:
He saw when he will talk with Jakyoz,and through his energy,he will give a pre omniscience to him.
What are you doing Master?- Jakyoz will say-
You will know in the right moment. It is part of the prophecy of the Chaos Bro-
Blue Wise will say-
Whats that?- Jakyoz will say -
You will be the narrator of this tale. Then you will know everything.- Blue Wise will say-
Then Jakyoz leaved him ,thinking one more time that the Blue Wise was just a crazy old man, Distorced by the use of magick.
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Blue Wise awakes, with his wand flying over him.
"Castiel, thou must get thine feathery ass down here now, or else." He said maliciously, watching the scene unfold.
Day after day the Jakyz´s brother though about his girlfriend. She wasn't just sad. She was not simply reluctant to steal. Mister Akkzoldr teached something to her. Some forbidden technique. A terrible secret about the world.
He remember talk with her,and her memories was messed up. She remember things that never happened,she told to him about people that doesn't exist. Sadsa said that she is many girls of a infinite story. Her soul had been recycled several times, and assumed several distinct identities.
She told me about HTTP. A god that hold our world. She said that our universe runs from de future to the past,and us are trapped in a prision of nonsense words called ''Never Ending Story''.
She is insane? What the Blue Wise did with her???
- After several months-
The turtles was dancing when the pirates came. They brought a lot of treasures of the Snakerbird Country. Capitain Bigmoustache gived some rare books for the mayor.
Sadsa was acting weird. Since the Blue Wise talk with her she became sad. Probably, she is sad of the evil she does when stole things.
Her boyfriend tried to talk with her,but she doesn´t wanted to hear him. He became sad too.
Jakyoz went to a bar with Melkmez to drink. Melkmez, the brother of Sadsa.
Melkmez saw a mouse,
He screamed when he saw the mouse.
The memories about Sadsa was still hurting him,but he drank with Sadsa´s brother.
He drank with the sailor all night.
  Jakyoz and the sailor.
Jakyoz was leaving,
And then he saw his sister, a beautiful woman. He said:
She's a jewel
The Blue Wise Speaks, The Wizard of many titles:
''Last Night a Big Finger hit the button and a vision came for me,for our infinite ocean of purposeless words''
:
The vision of The Blue Wizard AKA Mister Akkzoldr the blue eyed old man:
From across the black seas of infinity,and beyond the mists of time, HTTP Watches and waits.
For he is the guardian of the gateway between worlds and he alone holds the key to unlock the gate.
He hold the atoms of our universe in a screen of a web. In a confuse an chaotic story. He have many names,in each of them he hold a different world.
The wizards hear his whisper. They have power through the fingers that feed HTTP.
Our world is like many others.
But he flows in the reverse.
Our sea of chaos will only end in the day the fingers that feed him get tired.
The brother of Jakyz knew what come after. What he is? A demon? A prophet?
He is the third person of the tale.
He is sad,
the memories hurt him,but he can tell us what will come in the never ending story. The man of blue coat give a pre omniscience to him.
I tried to not think anymore about her. I love her,but think about her hurt me. Then i did a poem to say everything i wanted to say to her before i see the Jakyz and the Fisherman:
One, two three. On, two, three
I
sit
in
my
messy
bed
once
messy
from
you
and
think
it
used
to
be
so
easy
to
love
but
now
it
is
not
i
used
to
feel
no
fear
when
I
was
around
you
but
now
I
hold
my
breathe
afraid
that
one
word
will
end
it
words
that
used
to
bring
such
joy
now
make
me
fall
apart
Huggo the fisherman was happy after the Capitain Bigmoustache give books to him. These books was stoled from the country of snakebirds.
Jakyz and i was walking around,after talk with the Blue Wise. He said he need help a girl.
Jakyz decided to see the books the pirate gave to literature club.
We readed a lot of rare books
in the literature club
And then we did some stuff
sadsa
The sailor´s sister was sad even having all the treasures.
She was sad,but...

The womam loved to hear the song of flowers,
The womam loved to hear the song of the wind,
The womam loved to hear the song of water,but
The womam was scared by the blue eyes of the wise,
The womam tried to escape from him.
The womam didn't wanted to hear him. But then he said:
We all bear responsibility with our obscene apathy for their own psychopathy
And she did not live happily ever after
"although i knew what i wanted to say,at the important moment i could not open my mouth"
Mister Akkzoldr said: the prophecy of chaos bro will happen. I will count now:
one two four three
Line 44 of 1999(2002345 Feb for april) Jan was a nice guy,but his brother liked to fool him. ''A Alien in the house'' his brother said
-I swear! if thats not true i will become a madmem!- Jan said
He went to the house and nothing,none alien. All a simple Mumble Jumble.
-I WILL GO TO THE COMPUTER AND READ LIES THEN. IF I BORN TO BE A FOOL THEN FINE.-Jan said
He went to a computer and eated all the lies and bullshit of internet and become a personification of chaos. One of his names was ''Jimmy Pop'',But now he was all and nothing, a man, a girl, a animal,but for sure a idiot.
He decided to live the chaos and foolishness in his miserable life. All the previous text of mumblenet become one in him. One day he decided to return to his ''house'' the computer place were ''Jimmy Pop'' born. He said:
Finally here i am! in home,prepared to read a book about yellow sky,oh yeah! in my sweet home,yes!
in home which was a life of computers..
Then i read ''Yes,dadolo is the wisdon of new ancient eras, suyunin,his mentor,is dead,but actually not.''
Sassafrass made a stinky boom-boom
i can hear the crunching of kibble
he would much prefer to go downstairs & poop in Mrs Beasley's litterbox, then come back upstairs for lunch.
Sassafrass has a sugar-dipped tail.
the budda head peeked out between the string of pearls, the gold cauldron glowing
I was going to progresssssssssssssssssssss
She was never there for herself making her absent to the world and vice versa.
Sassafrass was full of meows.
Suddenly, pineapples