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Gimik Jo
- Brussels, Belgium
- Last Record: 2013-04-17 19:53:41 +0300
- Joined: Jan 07, 2010
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A second part to my made-up-word story about the rosemantic endeavours of a character called Morgan M. Morgansen.
Morgan M. Morgansen Morgan M. Morgansen’s Date with Destiny |
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The saga continues.......
Twas a shinybright earthspin, and the upover was a sheeny, cobaltic bluefest. High uptop the bigsmoke, the zeppelin zoo whished through the geogas. It was... |
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Lonely Lisa lived her life as lonely as life could be lived lonesomely. She took care of her mom and mothered her brother, but she never learned how to love a man. Sick of no date on valentines ... |
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My Parents left for town one day. They promised me ice cream and cake as long as I behaved. So I watched for them out our big front window for days and days and days. I watched farms become houses ...
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Sad Green Tomato Please don’t cry You don’t taste as sour as the next guy. BE PROUD of who you are with you a SALAD WILL GO FAR. Don’t envy the cherry... |
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As the little sugar cube was dropped into the cup of tea, she did her best Wicked Witch of the West impression. “I’m melting, I’m melting!” she screamed. Those were her... |
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After the funeral, she threw out her feather duster. She couldn't bear to sweep up all that was now left of him. |
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The dandeLion awoke one day
To find his mane had turned to gray Shortly thereafter it blew away |
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even clouds don't like cloudy days.
it's just way too crowded. |
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My older brother always used to tell me tiny stories. He said “the world isn’t made up of particles, like they tell you in school. It’s made up of tiny stories. Tiny stories ar... |
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we are skeletal
lovers, curled like spindles wrapped around each other, a wheel our skin so bruised from hitting into each other, trying to merge... |
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A love poem. Kind of...
Make space for me in your coffin Let me hold your empty shell When you turn back into nothing Let me rot awa... |
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The Man in the Herringbone Hat
by Rian Johnson Well the tales have been told of the gaberdine rogue and his surgical skill with the knife. Many ballads been writ bo... |
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