The world is now a more amazing place.
That is all I have to say.


KotoBridgetKoto
her long fingernails pluck the wire strings of her harp her head slightly bowed as if she’s in prayer


We Left that at HomeThe vacant lot on 80th Street had been turned into a dump by the locals. It housed an aging sofa that leaned against the wall drunk, a boat hull, and an unrecognizable coffee-colored car without wheels or hubcaps, along with numerous other small bits of rubbish. It was a child’s paradise, littered with twigs, small rocks, and twisted pieces of metal. There were good hiding places and lots of soft mud in the winter and spring. The perfect place for pick-up games of tag and war. Mikhail stood watching his new playmates scamper around the lot, his arms crossed protectively over his thin, pale blue shirt and a solemn expressionWe Left that at Home


Playing GodStop playing God in your little fucked up world. Putting me through hell, just to get to your heaven. Take me or leave me. That's all that I ask. You know my sins, I've told you my past. You already know if you want me to make it to your pearly white gates. You're already decided our fate, at least when it comes to my case. Let me know, so I can decide what to do. To keep on sinning, or to become an angel for you. Let me know if I should fly away or stay, chained down, with my sins to pay. I'm already in hell, waiting for you. Should I go toPlaying God
Yays! I found you!!!!
Are you wearing galoshes?
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Not here. Dropping in occasionally, but still, don't consider me back.
That is all.
Oh, and come see the Music Man. The funk of all funkiness commands you to =^_^=
Bwahahaha.
Not on crack. I promise.
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"Music of all the arts has the most influence on the passions and the legislator should give it the greatest encouragement." - Napoleon Bonaparte
You have had me say moo to you. Umm..... this doesn't amount to jackshit. Right. Don't post this on other's places.... umm.... right.
moo.
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Moo.
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Moo.
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