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Ok, here me out... My idea for a film is about a boy/man who is walking down the road one day when suddenly he sees an old friend of his, naked in a bush.
There's a button on my head And I don't know what it's for Maybe if I press it I could find out some more The button's red in colour And really rather round I had hoped it would make music But it...
Copyright Ⓒ 2012 Christopher Patrick Kirk all rights reserved Ashley enters from her steaming bathroom, towel wrapped over her head, naked and somewhat refreshed from her shower.
I sit up and stare. All the scenery around me has changed. I am a small thing sat in the middle of lonely fields. The lush rolling hills surrounding the area go on for as far as I can see.
Lately I've been feeling that, rather than getting anywhere, The Earth is stubbornly moving in counter-rotation to my every step.
In a red country, in a red village, in a red house lived a red man who was relaxing in his red bath.
My imagination is churning fleshy kaleidoscopic sketches of what form stands behind my door. The body of the monster seems heavy and unstable, like there are too few legs to support its body.
All happy and merry and bright was he,. That big old man with his bumblebee,. He went to the beach to see the sea,. The man and the bumblebee. They laughed and played and had so much fun,.
There's a Crocodile under the table, There’s a Crocodile under my chair; I can feel it scrape next to my slippers... Heaven knows how on Earth it got there.
It was when thinking about a particular clock that I learnt the secret to life elongation.
I write this, my friend, in the hope that one day we will meet again. The swimming is better here, easier. The way is down. Swim down. The jellyfish glow like tiny stars.
There was a grey parrot that grew red feathers one morning because he dreamed of strawberries. Or at least that’s what he thought.
I didn’t recognize the street this morning, or was it perhaps late in the afternoon. People passed me, eyes on the pavement and avoiding contact.
If you gained entrance to my mind I'm pretty sure that you would find All manner of fantastic things Bumbledogs with fold out wings A list of all of England's kings Songs to make your spirit sing And...
The lights were outside her window. They made the world bright again, at least in comparison to their pitch black surroundings.
Mr. an Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life. They were a normal, happy husband and wife. One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad. Mrs. Smith would would be a mom which would make him the dad.
Today I saw a llama Fluffy, brown and white Sitting on the train Sipping on a glass of champagne I asked him "Mr Llama, Where have you been" He answered quite rhetorically "to see things iv never...
It's been almost a month since I woke up. Can't remember anything before then. There's twenty of us in this room, barely enough room for us to stand in.
Raise your eyes to meet the crystal. Hurl your thoughts and shatter the surface. Barrier between reality and dream. Held in between an eternal shadow line, maybe now you'll see my mind.
*Piss* It stunk but I was drunk and I needed to piss. The toilet door banged shut behind me and the roar of the White Lion was muzzled.
Someone, somewhere, had control over my dream. I hadn't done anything out of the ordinary, no cheese before bed. It began with me. Just me, nothing else. Not even oxygen.
Hi there guys, this is my first entry, so I hope you like it. If you don't, tell me please!!!. Ha and if you do...tell me too. Thanks.
Nothing. That's what I feel. Black. White. I'm not sure. All I know is that I have to get out. Nothing is boring. Nothing is strange. I hate it. 'Let me out.' Nothing. 'Let me out.' Nothing. 'Let. Me.
Little Lucy was tired of chores and rules. She wrapped up the last of the sweets and pastries from the pantry and was off.