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f4tim4
- Valencia - Spain
- Last Record: 2012-12-06 13:12:27 -0800
- Joined: Aug 26, 2010
- http://www.f4tim4.com/...
You can find the tiny stories inside the snail shell, thanks! :^D
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Deeply in love but fearing the disapproval of their peers...
...the antelope and the ant...eloped. |
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The mosquito pretended he was a vampire, so he could be scary and romantic rather than irritating and dangerous.
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im constantly surrounded by ghosts of all my parallel possibilities.
a lot of them seem to be having more fun than me, but at least im the real one. i think.. |
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The question mark grew tired of being so constantly uncertain.
One day, he straightened himself out. From then on, he always made his point. |
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Last week I swallowed a lemon seed. I didn’t believe my mom when she said a lemon tree would start growing in my stomach...but the x-rays are looking pretty convincing.
I would rea... |
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when humanity exits
and a new species arrives they will look upon the giant metallic structures as tributes to old Gods |
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on the 8th day, as a token of his remorse
God created the kaleidoscope to make the ugly things beautiful |
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Stars are jealous of city lights.
So once in a while, they cut the power. |
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On the deserted bus-stop the clown was joined The clown with a swelling head and by doubts owerflowed His red swollen nose flew down by little red brooks with the rain And his... |
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When a tiny story is born,
a little ink stained paper angel gets its wings. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~... |
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Watching its three-leaf companions sway in the evening breeze, the lonely four-leaf clover sighed and thought to itself, "How lucky they are to have each other."
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i live in the forest
but the birds carry sponsors and the trees are made of buildings. |
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Crooked arms reach each other.
Callused fingers link between the couple, and together, form bridges to the highest clouds of the heavens. They whisper only in breezes, in soft rustles and... |
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The heart and the lock simply could not agree. 'I'll just wait here - in the wings,' thought the key. |
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She whispers, "Meet me in the will be that already was." |
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