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hope or just some random words? I'm not sure if this is hope of return (ive been thinking for weeks on end of adjectives and nouns) or if this is just stuff that needs to go someplace and this blog is like your childhood home, you always feel welcome no matter where you've been. Anywho the following story thing randomly came about because my friend sent me an email, i didnt get it, and i accused an evil mail gobbler. Some of the story is missing since x's are evil, but you should be able to abstractly picture this... right? Muffins687: *o no trouble lurks as the mail gobbler comes closer a flying spoon comes through the air she catches it and with great fortune is covered in randochocolate pudding the gobbler has been fooled BUT... (continue this urself and i'll follow up HAHA) i say BUT... ROCKcandy08: ahh sorry katie has been taken by sea urchins for a few moments but she has come to see the scene at which chrissy holds up the spoon when suddenly it bursts out into the most glorious song you have ever heard, the muffin man song! but alas the evil gobbler is not swayed by the tuness.... Muffins687: as chrissy and katie get caught up in the tremendous singing of the muffin man song the evil gobbler has moved closer it would take a 2 ton poison muffin from the giant poisone muffin tree to stop him from moving any closer and miraculously there lies a 2 ton muffin right in front of them they hide behind it and... ROCKcandy08: the evil gobbler lurks closer and closer, sniffing out chrissy and katies scent (chocolate pudding) from the poison muffin.... there is no where else to go, for humongerous volcanoes spewing iced tea are to there backs and sides... just when they thought things couldnt get worse... BEEP BEEP BEEP...
PS- Songs to remember are Metallica Turn the Page, Metallica I disappear and Ozzy, Gets me through. And for your pondering pleasure (or frustration) here's more copy and paste: lost... drifting. thoughts insightful yet unseen, dissappearing, spirit repossessed elsewhere. unrelenting, never slowing, rolling forward thoughts untold. thoughts injested, like venom spreading a tingling, images burst, not alone, uncovered, sharing my being with unending eyes, waters of thought behind them blur, understanding acheiving peace. Pieces broken cone together, whole for once, transparent soul. Does one possess this utter power? to share oneself, alone no more? the darkness soaked has stained, irremovably, but in this dark my dreams will heal, growing slowly, oh so slowly, in these shadows you can hide. And unlike light dark isnt finite, mingling forms, a sickness uncontained; chronic symptoms never leaving never ceasing while consciousness remains. Unquenchable thirst for all unknown, that darkness eaten, illness longed for, escape from being, escape from this repetitive perception of life unchanging, on yet off.
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