

Unicorn WaltzThe unicorn waltzes on the other side of the road the side you can't seem to reach. Just when you try to cross the traffic suddenly startsUnicorn Waltz
and ends your struggle in broken arms legs dislocated elbows
blood spilling out
through the surprisingly large cut on your shoulder.
The unicorn's partner can't seem to keep up, she's moving too fast and too gracefully. He keeps getting thrust around, now onto the road and now he's tired and exhausted and frustrated and the tiniest bit drunk. He snaps off her horn- Thrusts it into her chest and she's bleeding liquid ivory. &n


PrologueHe closed his eyes. Why wasnt it coming? Golden sand, the coral blue sea, food and drink without limit Hey. A beautiful woman pressed up against him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear You cant keep doing this, you know. Beautiful woman turning into bulky middle aged man, sweet nothings turning into threats and warnings, shouts and screams, the incessant drone that would never let his sleep go unbroken no, no, golden sand, supermodels in heat, take me back to the paradise city Get. UP.Prologue
Oh, well. We know what it


A Day in the Life of..Ive never actually done this before... Youve never ironed clothes before? Well, Ive done a few pairs when the maid was sick and there was no other choice, but no, I have never willingly ironed my whole wardrobe before. And Ive never done a dress, either. Seriously? Oh come on, its not that weird! Aww well, its really not that hard, baby Here, let me show you. I KNOW how to do it!!! I just said I havent had that much practice. You know, just so you dont nag at me if itA Day in the Life of..
wel, i hav aded u in ma frndlist...found it at last...hehe
My other account is
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If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky
you can hide underneath me and come out at night
When I turn jet black and you show off your light
I live to let you shine
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We have to believe in free-will. We've got no choice.
Isaac Bashevis Singer
What's the hopeless romantic without romance? Simply hopeless.
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If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky
you can hide underneath me and come out at night
When I turn jet black and you show off your light
I live to let you shine
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We have to believe in free-will. We've got no choice.
Isaac Bashevis Singer
What's the hopeless romantic without romance? Simply hopeless.
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hOw dO u dO it? maKe Me fEEl LikE yA Do
Random people sometimes greet you if you're new, because you show up on a list. But it is meeeeee--!
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If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky
you can hide underneath me and come out at night
When I turn jet black and you show off your light
I live to let you shine
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