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My Fictional World
It was just a regular day.
My imagination was ready and astray.
I then grabbed my pen.
I filled it with magic and ink.
I took some paper and began to think.
I wrote down a happy,ever after.
With the future I am after.
The romances I had made popped out of the paper.
And I didn't have to worry about later.
I wrote down a beautiful nymph.
And she began to sing her song to me.
I wrote down a happy future ,too.
In the back of the car,with the man of my dreams.
And soon,it came true.
With magic,I made it...
My imagination was ready and astray.
I then grabbed my pen.
I filled it with magic and ink.
I took some paper and began to think.
I wrote down a happy,ever after.
With the future I am after.
The romances I had made popped out of the paper.
And I didn't have to worry about later.
I wrote down a beautiful nymph.
And she began to sing her song to me.
I wrote down a happy future ,too.
In the back of the car,with the man of my dreams.
And soon,it came true.
With magic,I made it...
#fiction
#motivational
#uplifting
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My Fictional World
It was just a regular day.
My imagination was ready and astray.
I then grabbed my pen.
I filled it with magic and ink.
I took some paper and began to think.
I wrote down a happy,ever after.
With the future I am after.
The romances I had made popped out of the paper.
And I didn't have to worry about later.
I wrote down a beautiful nymph.
And she began to sing her song to me.
I wrote down a happy future ,too.
In the back of the car,with the man of my dreams.
And soon,it came true.
With magic,I made it...
My imagination was ready and astray.
I then grabbed my pen.
I filled it with magic and ink.
I took some paper and began to think.
I wrote down a happy,ever after.
With the future I am after.
The romances I had made popped out of the paper.
And I didn't have to worry about later.
I wrote down a beautiful nymph.
And she began to sing her song to me.
I wrote down a happy future ,too.
In the back of the car,with the man of my dreams.
And soon,it came true.
With magic,I made it...
#fiction
#motivational
#uplifting
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Grannypig in a Web - first taste
Grannypig in a Web
Chapter 1
“Here, Scooter! You are adorable when you overeat! Good boy!” said a little freckled, messy girl with bed-head in pajamas, holding a half-empty glass of orange juice in her hand, to the golden retriever seated in front of her. He sat next to his little pet pig who was equally interested in what was going on.
She tosses Scooter another biscuit.
“Woof!” Scooter catches it mid air, chewing energetically.
“Nooo!” Squeals Willy. “That's 5...
Chapter 1
“Here, Scooter! You are adorable when you overeat! Good boy!” said a little freckled, messy girl with bed-head in pajamas, holding a half-empty glass of orange juice in her hand, to the golden retriever seated in front of her. He sat next to his little pet pig who was equally interested in what was going on.
She tosses Scooter another biscuit.
“Woof!” Scooter catches it mid air, chewing energetically.
“Nooo!” Squeals Willy. “That's 5...
#science
#animals
#fiction #parody
#fiction #parody
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Grannypig in a Web - first taste
Grannypig in a Web
Chapter 1
“Here, Scooter! You are adorable when you overeat! Good boy!” said a little freckled, messy girl with bed-head in pajamas, holding a half-empty glass of orange juice in her hand, to the golden retriever seated in front of her. He sat next to his little pet pig who was equally interested in what was going on.
She tosses Scooter another biscuit.
“Woof!” Scooter catches it mid air, chewing energetically.
“Nooo!” Squeals Willy. “That's 5...
Chapter 1
“Here, Scooter! You are adorable when you overeat! Good boy!” said a little freckled, messy girl with bed-head in pajamas, holding a half-empty glass of orange juice in her hand, to the golden retriever seated in front of her. He sat next to his little pet pig who was equally interested in what was going on.
She tosses Scooter another biscuit.
“Woof!” Scooter catches it mid air, chewing energetically.
“Nooo!” Squeals Willy. “That's 5...
#science
#animals
#fiction #parody
#fiction #parody
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3 Comments
Grannypig in a Web - first taste
Grannypig in a Web
Chapter 1
“Here, Scooter! You are adorable when you overeat! Good boy!” said a little freckled, messy girl with bed-head in pajamas, holding a half-empty glass of orange juice in her hand, to the golden retriever seated in front of her. He sat next to his little pet pig who was equally interested in what was going on.
She tosses Scooter another biscuit.
“Woof!” Scooter catches it mid air, chewing energetically.
“Nooo!” Squeals Willy. “That's 5...
Chapter 1
“Here, Scooter! You are adorable when you overeat! Good boy!” said a little freckled, messy girl with bed-head in pajamas, holding a half-empty glass of orange juice in her hand, to the golden retriever seated in front of her. He sat next to his little pet pig who was equally interested in what was going on.
She tosses Scooter another biscuit.
“Woof!” Scooter catches it mid air, chewing energetically.
“Nooo!” Squeals Willy. “That's 5...
#science
#animals
#fiction #parody
#fiction #parody
338 reads
3 Comments
Grannypig in a Web - first taste
Grannypig in a Web
Chapter 1
“Here, Scooter! You are adorable when you overeat! Good boy!” said a little freckled, messy girl with bed-head in pajamas, holding a half-empty glass of orange juice in her hand, to the golden retriever seated in front of her. He sat next to his little pet pig who was equally interested in what was going on.
She tosses Scooter another biscuit.
“Woof!” Scooter catches it mid air, chewing energetically.
“Nooo!” Squeals Willy. “That's 5...
Chapter 1
“Here, Scooter! You are adorable when you overeat! Good boy!” said a little freckled, messy girl with bed-head in pajamas, holding a half-empty glass of orange juice in her hand, to the golden retriever seated in front of her. He sat next to his little pet pig who was equally interested in what was going on.
She tosses Scooter another biscuit.
“Woof!” Scooter catches it mid air, chewing energetically.
“Nooo!” Squeals Willy. “That's 5...
#science
#animals
#fiction #parody
#fiction #parody
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3 Comments
Album's you must listen to before you die
I fall through, embossed by sleeves,
captured thoughts that never age,
these moments are mine to travel,
Suggestive on your zipper sticky fingers fish for babies,
billion dollar bites the bate,
nevermind the neon typeface.
Prism out my bright new colours, a place were I begin,
climb the causeway of the holy,
kiss the mouth of the crimson king.
Hindenburg is helpless smoke cigars inside the Graf,
muscle bound beside the rider,
burning hell from a gravestone blast.
London’s on the stage calling all guitars to...
captured thoughts that never age,
these moments are mine to travel,
Suggestive on your zipper sticky fingers fish for babies,
billion dollar bites the bate,
nevermind the neon typeface.
Prism out my bright new colours, a place were I begin,
climb the causeway of the holy,
kiss the mouth of the crimson king.
Hindenburg is helpless smoke cigars inside the Graf,
muscle bound beside the rider,
burning hell from a gravestone blast.
London’s on the stage calling all guitars to...
#dreams
#fiction
#sleep
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3 Comments
Album's you must listen to before you die
I fall through, embossed by sleeves,
captured thoughts that never age,
these moments are mine to travel,
Suggestive on your zipper sticky fingers fish for babies,
billion dollar bites the bate,
nevermind the neon typeface.
Prism out my bright new colours, a place were I begin,
climb the causeway of the holy,
kiss the mouth of the crimson king.
Hindenburg is helpless smoke cigars inside the Graf,
muscle bound beside the rider,
burning hell from a gravestone blast.
London’s on the stage calling all guitars to...
captured thoughts that never age,
these moments are mine to travel,
Suggestive on your zipper sticky fingers fish for babies,
billion dollar bites the bate,
nevermind the neon typeface.
Prism out my bright new colours, a place were I begin,
climb the causeway of the holy,
kiss the mouth of the crimson king.
Hindenburg is helpless smoke cigars inside the Graf,
muscle bound beside the rider,
burning hell from a gravestone blast.
London’s on the stage calling all guitars to...
#dreams
#fiction
#sleep
150 reads
3 Comments
Album's you must listen to before you die
I fall through, embossed by sleeves,
captured thoughts that never age,
these moments are mine to travel,
Suggestive on your zipper sticky fingers fish for babies,
billion dollar bites the bate,
nevermind the neon typeface.
Prism out my bright new colours, a place were I begin,
climb the causeway of the holy,
kiss the mouth of the crimson king.
Hindenburg is helpless smoke cigars inside the Graf,
muscle bound beside the rider,
burning hell from a gravestone blast.
London’s on the stage calling all guitars to...
captured thoughts that never age,
these moments are mine to travel,
Suggestive on your zipper sticky fingers fish for babies,
billion dollar bites the bate,
nevermind the neon typeface.
Prism out my bright new colours, a place were I begin,
climb the causeway of the holy,
kiss the mouth of the crimson king.
Hindenburg is helpless smoke cigars inside the Graf,
muscle bound beside the rider,
burning hell from a gravestone blast.
London’s on the stage calling all guitars to...
#dreams
#fiction
#sleep
150 reads
3 Comments
Enter Trinity A Serial Killer
Hi everyone, so rather than me asking you to copy and paste the music link while you’re reading this I want you to wait and play it where I dropped the link in the story, for full irony and mindset of a crazy woman! Thanks for looking
Page 5&6
Seizing the...
Page 5&6
Seizing the...
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A Letter from The Toff
The mind is as an alchemist's mixing chamber; rude elements in but pure gold out, that is, assuming the functioning of the apparatus is not befouled somehow. For example, there is an all hours club where I have many times witnessed the unsavory behavior of young adults suffering neurologically from the overconsumption of unwholesome products.
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
#identity
#fiction
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A Letter from The Toff
The mind is as an alchemist's mixing chamber; rude elements in but pure gold out, that is, assuming the functioning of the apparatus is not befouled somehow. For example, there is an all hours club where I have many times witnessed the unsavory behavior of young adults suffering neurologically from the overconsumption of unwholesome products.
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
The side effects are too numerous to list without producing the unwarranted temptation of a yawn, but I skip to the worst of the matter by reporting the diminishment of good taste in refined and rarefied aesthetics.
And so struck...
#identity
#fiction
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