

Let Me Tell You Something...He tells stories. Stories of famous people, some related to him, some not. Stories of 28 wives. Stories of time spent in a mental institution with a friend that barks like a dog. He tells lots of stories, sometimes for 20 minutes at a time. They’re no longer then a few minutes each. They all start the same though. “Let me tell you something…”. They all end the same way. “Isn’t that…”. Funny, strange, sad weird, scary, messed up.Let Me Tell You Something...
Sometimes he forgets that he’s told a story. Sometimes he’ll repeat himself, forgetting he just told the same story not even 15 minutes before. He’ll stand there, making perfect eye contact, thinking you’


RetirementYou watch people come and go, and wonder if they really care. Do they enjoy coming and spending their afternoon with what used to be their mother, before the illness took her? Spending time with the shell that used to be their father, because the stroke took his ability to speak? You reflect on your own parents. If your father was to the point where he couldn’t care for himself, would you still see him as your father? Would you be able to look at the shell of the strong, intelligent man you once know, knowing a nurse wipes his bottom? You see the residents when their family is not around, and they seem depressed, lonelyRetirement


Terrified GazeShe walked the dark street alone, terrified she was being followed. Peeking over her shoulder, she picked up her pace. A black cloak surrounded her frame, drawn tightly to keep out the night chill as she all but ran to escape her tormentors.Terrified Gaze
Her pale face shone in the moonlight, making her dark eyes look like endless voids. Tears streamed down her heart shaped face as the wind whipped at her chestnut, shoulder length hair.
She was running now, bare feel falling on the pavement.
She heard sounds behind her, snarling and shouting at her. Glancing around frantically, she knew she was still a long way away from


Piece of My Mind'They forgot to feed me again.' He thought, picking at the floor with his beak. 'I wish Sirius was still here. He fed me.' He looked out the window, and saw a fat load of nothing. 'At least the sun's out. I miss being in the sun.' He often considered making a break for it, but always reminded himself that he was a wanted creature. 'Even though it was that useless git that charged me. I was just defending myself. I hardly scratched the little baby anyways.' He started preening, keeping ears open for any signs of life. Being a hippogriff who couldn't read a clock, he didn't know how long it was until he finallyPiece of My Mind
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Currently questing for: A Spirograph!
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Currently questing for: A Spirograph!
How are you?
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i love llamas a lot
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JonGray,
Created Designs
"For by him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things were created by him and for him. -Colossians 1:16"
And YEY! for llamas. Luffly llamas.
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In the beginning, the universe was created. This made a lot of people very angry, and has been widely regarded as a bad move.
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In the beginning, the universe was created. This made a lot of people very angry, and has been widely regarded as a bad move.
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