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NESSY
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When you have such big feet you’re constantly tripping over them and getting scuffed feet. After a few years my feet were so scarred and scary looking. This scared all the men in my life away. For a while I was depressed and became a recluse. I hid in a cave and scared humans for the exercise. After that dark period in my life, and a haircut, I have managed to step up. On www.datingformonsters.com I found a guy who loves my feet just the way they are. We hardly speak but its ok because he tickles my feet often and rubs them when they’re sore.
GODZILLA
Back when I climbed buildings for attention all the ladies loved it. Unfortunately my ego grew and I developed a god complex. I started to lure unsuspecting ladies onto my island only to enslave them and perch them upon tall precipices. I turned into an utter creep, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the next impressionable young monsterette to scare. I found though that www.datingformonsters.com taught me how to love and accept myself. It doesn’t matter that you can climb buildings and perform when you can’t perform in bed. Luckily I found the perfect woman for me. The ice queen is as frigid as they come and I love her.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
"I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things." Antoine de Saint-Exupery
My name is: Lucy…
I am 12 years old and I live in the suburbs. My favourite colour is blue like the sky which isn't weird because I have a good reason for picking a colour as my favourite. The sky is where I came from, as a child I was a gifted Pilot. I rode in on a big bright yellow magical aeroplane and landed in front of my mum and dad. My sister and I are from a magical place where sadness never happens and when you lie your feet grow really big. I had to drag her all the way here for a great big adventure, even thought she didn't want to come. My favourite thing to do is go adventuring in the sky during a lightening storm, with my sister, and rescue the scared birds. My cat, Fagan, helps me do this, but he likes to eat the birds after, this is not ideal. He can't talk like the rest of his brothers and sisters but he is much more special and he can read my mind so he knows this upsets me and tries very hard to keep his cravings in check….
Dammit. Concentrate.
My name is: Lucy… and the date is… The year was 1960 and we were younger, much younger than now even (but what is young when you have an infinite life span?) and Fagan and I were at war with the dark sky people. They came to earth with one wish: to examine our species. We were the only ones who could stop them - and we did. The year is 2040 and now the same thing is happening all over again….
My name is Lucy. And I am writing a test but cant seem to get past the first part; writing my name and the date. PANIC.
I am 12 years old and I live in the suburbs. My favourite colour is blue like the sky which isn't weird because I have a good reason for picking a colour as my favourite. The sky is where I came from, as a child I was a gifted Pilot. I rode in on a big bright yellow magical aeroplane and landed in front of my mum and dad. My sister and I are from a magical place where sadness never happens and when you lie your feet grow really big. I had to drag her all the way here for a great big adventure, even thought she didn't want to come. My favourite thing to do is go adventuring in the sky during a lightening storm, with my sister, and rescue the scared birds. My cat, Fagan, helps me do this, but he likes to eat the birds after, this is not ideal. He can't talk like the rest of his brothers and sisters but he is much more special and he can read my mind so he knows this upsets me and tries very hard to keep his cravings in check….
Dammit. Concentrate.
My name is: Lucy… and the date is… The year was 1960 and we were younger, much younger than now even (but what is young when you have an infinite life span?) and Fagan and I were at war with the dark sky people. They came to earth with one wish: to examine our species. We were the only ones who could stop them - and we did. The year is 2040 and now the same thing is happening all over again….
My name is Lucy. And I am writing a test but cant seem to get past the first part; writing my name and the date. PANIC.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
“I was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering.” Stephen Wright
Up in the sky is where I fly.
Out of sight like a run away kite.
With a tensionless string I fly at whim.
I float and fly and ascend until the ground seems like pretend.
But with no one below to help me soar, I cannot fly high anymore.
My string becomes caught and at once, again, taut.
With no one at ground I fall to earth, bound.
Out of sight like a run away kite.
With a tensionless string I fly at whim.
I float and fly and ascend until the ground seems like pretend.
But with no one below to help me soar, I cannot fly high anymore.
My string becomes caught and at once, again, taut.
With no one at ground I fall to earth, bound.
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