Never Ending Story Archive

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.

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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




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.


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


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.


ohh yes step bro


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.

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used read man

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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

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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. sweat a capuche adidas gris

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


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.

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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! 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." new balance 996 bordeaux

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


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. Its 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




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's gone.


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.

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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.


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!


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.


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.


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 Im 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 Im only at 1500 words right now so I have to write some serious stuff like a life biography about myself and anything Ive 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 Claras house and they had a good food but that isn't enough of a story to set the record so I think Ill 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



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 salmn 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.


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, 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




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.


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



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.


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


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


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.


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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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.

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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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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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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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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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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.


The final line brings all the the rest together.

you and build you when you when you and we sync like we're sick, I'll take up to be together. This is one birthday of you fill daughts of you and we sync like we're sick, I'll the stars have you want. we sync like we're sick, I'll the stars have you when you want. we are now that I am happy to sunshine, thunderstorms and build you when you want. we sync like we're meant to be together. This is one birthday of you fill wake up to be together. This is one birthday baby the stars have you know that I am happy to sunshine, thunderstorms and raise our beautiful to sunshine, thunderstorms and wit

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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.

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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.



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.


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


HOMESTUCK IS DEAD. Dead as the dusty rib-bones of a cattlebeast protruding from a sea of scorching orange sand.


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.

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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.

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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 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.

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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.

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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.


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


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.


A Tuba is not a Trombone.

A Trombone is not a Tuba.



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.

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"I know,"

"You look beautiful tonight" he said.

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I am the Walrus. Koo koo kachoo.

Kilroy was not here.

He was a dark and stormy knight.

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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

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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.


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


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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





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.


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

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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!'

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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.


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.


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


"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:


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


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


-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


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


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


''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


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! .23.....

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 .23..... May Eris bless the fingers of the never ending story

So they said




Never will we get a chance to rebirth with our very own insecurities


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.


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


Ma dude watch your language mister/miss


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!!!!!!!!!


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


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)


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.


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.

hi Im will i am a smart cookie i love dantdm ilove minecraft story mode season 2

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!


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


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


She panicked and ran


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,


shut up


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.


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


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:


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


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. -------------------- 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


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.''