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"Sorry" I said to them. As more squeezed into the tight space. "I'd rather not join you in your box, I like having space to move around" They chorused back, insults. "Nope, me.
"The stars are jealous. Everyone knows it." "I think they're beautiful." "Of course you do. As I've said before, you find the beauty in everything. No, stars are jealous.
"I have pondered life," said a cricket to a frog, "and reached a rather unusual conclusion." The frog, bemused by his talking dinner, merely blinked for a moment before the cricket continued.
(If you missed part 2 it is because I posted it on the end of the first part instead of a separate post. Oops.) There were seagulls. The sound of seagulls.
"What's love?" I was asked by my sister, As I put on a smile and I kissed her, Saying "Love cannot be defined, little sis.
"The night is never black, no, it is blue" she had told me.
Friday 27th July 2012 As time passes... when history books have all become dust, memories cherished and shared will all disappear...
#nightdwellers He said: Night separates us Divides us in the dark A person could feel Completely alone In streets etched from shadows Arty and monochrome Even though the streets Are emptier by day.
Another New Venture awaiting the thumbs up :) I hate hospitals. They're full of the sick and dying.
"Salutations, my dear citizen!" Proclaimed a bass voice loudly.
Daywalker and Darkman were musing over lunch Bacon sarnies I believe, rind with extra crunch I believe, said Darkman slowly, that if you left the light The world would be a better place, everlasting...
"fear me [life] for I am Immortal "~Death "to compare myself to you [death] would be improbable . I , as a being , am I , and therefore not you .
If you’re in London right now... it is raining I can see drops of rain very clearly on my window Each drop of rain is so clear...
My feet are now standing where they’ve never been before... The surroundings are unfamiliar... the sky is a different blue to where I’ve been... the grass is a different shade of green...
Viriya is standing in front of a mighty mountain. This is nothing new. There has always been a mountain in front of me, big or small.
I asked the Zebra, are you black with white stripes. Or white with black stripes. And the zebra asked me, Are you good with bad habits. Or are you bad with good habits.
Her: Oh, very well, if your so keen on separating, fine. But remember, you suggest it, I never said I wanted to separate from you, if I had I wouldn't be here now.