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 Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 7:11 pm
((Please excuse me while I have a random moment of crazyness. This post does NOT contain works of MINE to be reviewed.))
Please, lock me away.
I lost my mind today
When I heard on the news
That someone had
Kidnapped my plastic fishy.
--Crazy? Did you say crazy? I was crazy once. They put me in a white room with white walls and a white door and a white monkey. Monkey? Did you say Monkey? Monkeys are crazy. Crazy? Did you say crazy? I was crazy once. They put me in a white room with white walls and a white door and a white monkey. Monkey? Did you say monkey? Monkeys are crazy. Crazy? Did you say crazy? I was crazy once...--
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 7:14 pm
The Bathtub Song-written by my five-year-old brother.
There's the cruiser.
There's the destroyer.
There's the bat'leship.
And over there, by my left toe
Is the patrol boat.
Then one day
All of 'em sunk
Except for one.
(Dramatic pause)
The sumbarine!
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 3:35 pm
Funny stuff here. Unique for sure.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 4:25 pm
Yay! This is the story of the plastic fishie:
Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away, (Okay, so we are talking 1996 in L.A....but...) a six year old girl recieved for her birthday a bright orange plasic fishie for use in pool/bathtub. The plasit fishie henceforth always entered the tub/pool before the little girl to test for sharks. Oddly enough, one day a sharp object was propeled through the water. The little girl had been holding the plasit fishie in front of her and so the object, later reveled to be an x-acto knife blade, hit the fishie instead of the girl. The fishie was cut more or less in half and the little girl decided to bury it. The day came for the funeral and the little girl was the chief mourner. And so the plasic fishie saved the girls stomach and the pool water, that had been so sabatoged by her brother, from blood. THE END
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 6:16 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 3:47 pm
Sure....all my stories are true...but they may not happen here or now....keep that in mind because I can be even more weird
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2006 5:56 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 4:13 pm
I have got a lot more where that came from....time for a TRUE STORY about YOURS TRUELY that happened YESTERDAY!
--In my algebra 2 class, there is this cute guy who likes me (doubl[color=violet]e plus.) Anyway, yesterday he came in with a flower and gave it to me saying: "Pretty flower for a pretty lady." Those words exactly, while I am still in semi-shock, he walks back to his desk, turns, and says to the girl sitting next to me: "In your face, Leah!"--
Needless to say, he almost got thwacked.
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 4:52 pm
Huh, the arrogance of some people!
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 2:29 pm
Yeah....he would have gotten thwacked too...if my water bottle didn't feel so untwhackish...he's shy.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 5:49 am
*whacks him for you* Better?
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flirtychick generated a random number between
22 and 78975 ...
28508!
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 12:37 pm
Much...do you have any stories that you would like to share? I am willing to make this a multiple-author area. ((Offer will expire in T-39001239532 seconds))
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 6:37 am
No, I don't have manynworks worthy of posting. Most are just fragments of ideas.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 12:37 pm
"No one here to guide you,
Now you're on your own.
Only me beside you.
Still you're not alone.
No one is alone,
Truely, no one is alone.
Sometimes people leave you
Halfway through the wood.
Others may decive you.
You decive what's good.
You decide alone,
But no one is alone.
People make mistakes,
Fathers, mothers,
People make mistakes,
Holding to there own,
Thinking they're alone.
Honor there mistakes.
Everybody makes
One another's terrible mistakes
Witches can be right,
Giants can be good,
You decide what's right
You decide what's good.
Just remember
Someone is on your side.
Someone else is not.
While you're seeing your side,
Maybe you forgot:
They are not alone.
No one is alone.
Hard to see the light now,
Just don't let it go.
Things will come out right now.
We can make it so.
Someone is on your side,
No one is alone."
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 2:50 pm
She wandered, empty through her life, a floating shell of life. She was all expected of her, perfect, pretty and kind, But she never was who she thought she was, just what others made her to be. And one day this girl, to discover her soul, went sailing out to the sea.
The sea was calm when she first set sail, no clouds to the north, east or west. Then out of the south came a terrible gale and her tiny boat rocked and tipped. The storm was her life, angry and hidden, always behind her back. And this life which she hadn't lead made for her a bed in the deep of the blue of the ocean.
Her hair became tangled seaweed, her eyes were the pearls of the oyster. Her hands and her fingers into starfish formed and her heart was the waves and the foam. This girl that had wandered, empty through life, turned the sea into her own beating heart.
And still it beats in the deep, deep blue and the stars cry to her at night. She hears the prayer of the sailor and the child on the shore. She listens with a silent ear to the mother and father and sister and brother. When the evening falls, she speaks.
"I never betrayed you, I never left you, I only found my true home. I never went too far, I never went at all, and this is the result of my caution. Do not let your little ones wander like me. Do not let them forget, do not let them not see. They need to remember, your little ones, what it was like in the days before sorrow, the days before pain and the days before the waves of the sea."
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