I wake up in a strange land. Everything looks dead and decaying,the tree limbs sag as if crying. I quickly notice bodies hanging from each tree branch, upon each tree. Hundres maybe even thousands of badies. I can’t make them out at first. As I get closer, the details in the hanging bodies get clearer. Finally I am wirhin the mess of hanging bodies. A look of shock on my face. Every one of the bodies represents some point in my life. Thousands upon thousands of me.
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Friday, May 1, 2020
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Pinky
What are we doing Taking over the world You think so I hope One a genius The other insane But which is which Pinky and The Brain
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin...
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Peter Piper for the Wonderland news, with a story that has been in question for some time. Was Humpty Dumpty's Dallas murder? The answ...
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Good night tippy hippie Sweet dreams and good vibes Jive with your dreams tonight Slumber away Lay in your bed The stars in the sky The m...
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