

A sonAs full as an egg my sister I have not heard such news. An egg indeed, a sun incasedA son
in it's fragile prison.
A new dawn a new child. But what was once but a star, a mere thought, now glows a flaming sun.
The night is long Nine months till dawn. Untill the sun breaks the horizon.
A sun.
A son.


DriftingThe bathing box stood alone by the headland. Isolated. Ther was once another one here but judging by the burnt stumps it came to a grizzly end. It's paint is peeling and faded but you can still see the blue and yellow stripes running down the walls. It seems wise somehow, like an elderly man who tells stories of his life to the young. The door isn't locked so I just let myself in. I hope the owners won't be angry... but if they do not look after it, how can they claim it to be theirs?Drifting
It's humid and the scent of sunscreen and salt clings to the mouldy beach towels hanging from the wall, reminding be of summers past. Th
ahahaha
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Trash bags! I want trash bags!
TT.TT
SOOOO SAAD
Did they have to start the depression so early. I cant wait to force feed you it
(ps I found a website to watch it online www.anivide.com)
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Story of my life
I'm glad that even through such deep depression you can find joy in the thought of FORCEING me to watch it.
Sigh, clearly the sadness has not come to impact your warped priorities...
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*I AM THE LIZARD QUEEN!!!
It was so sad T.T
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Story of my life
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*I AM THE LIZARD QUEEN!!!
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Procrastination Makes Perfect
Story of my life
U ONLY HAVES 2
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