

Untitled I do not like these people. I do not like this place.Untitled
I had a dream. I find dreaming to be one of the most bizarre activities of humans. They themselves are even quite incapable of fully understanding or realizing the biological purpose of such an action yet it seems to be something they all do at one time or another. Perhaps they dont have much a purpose. Mere random images and sounds produced from misconstrued memories and emotions. Or maybe theyre a deeper analysis of the cu


CutI was walking along the same path I always walk. I picked up a rock. I pick up a lotCut
of rocks. Sometimes I drop them and other times I lose them. Some are bigger
than others. Some are smaller. Some are more significant. Some are less. So I kept
this rock. It was different from the others. It was a type I wasnt use to having.
And I cleaned this rock as best I could to keep it shining and looking at the rock it
had made me content. One day I reached in to pick the rock up and it cut me deeply. I was surprised,
&nbs


PowerWhat are you looking at me like that for?Power
Best to just ignore.
Im not going anywhere
And Im not gonna play fair
Dont confuse that with care
Nothing but an empty stare
Reach out and cry for me to help
But I wont be the one to aid you
I wont be the one thats there for you
I wont be the one thats a friend to you
Im not the one to amend for you
I wont be the one that saves you
Get down on your knees and plead
I watch you
I've just read both poems - they're really good! Hope you post up more stuff soon~
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I have you now, Lilly Anne Potter! he says and soufflés her into the trunk of his jeep.
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LONG LIVE THE KING OF CURRUMPAW![link]
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Ellie <3
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