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Always willing to trade in reality for adventure, she’s a verified lionhearted reader.

Our fingers interlock each other’s so perfectly.

We must be hand mates.

Behind every great fungi, there’s a great fun-gal.

“I’m turning 300 today.”

“Congratulations! You must be so…drained? Tired?”

“Actually, I’m quite inspired.”

“Really? But isn’t a lot?”

“Yes and no. 300 is a proud achievement, one I’m grateful to have reached in my lifetime, but it’s just scratching the surface of all things creative.”

“So, really it’s just the beginning for you.”

“No, not the beginning. I was at the beginning with one. Some may say I was at the beginning at zero.”


“When I was just browsing and learning how the whole site operated. I’m still learning its...

“May I tell you something?”


“First off, I don’t like you.”

“I know.”

“Oh, you do?”

“Yes. And I’ve suspected as such for quite some time now.”

“Good. Cause I…I don’t like you. In fact, I have an incredible distaste for you and what you represent. It’s very personal. To be honest, my loathing levels of you are off the charts.”

“I know all of that, too.”

“Well, I’m just glad we can talk about these kinds of things.”

“Was there a second off?”

“Lemme think….First, we covered the ‘I don’t like you’ already….No, I guess all that I wanted to...

Occasionally, I like to reminisce about the future.

How informal to be so normal

In a world where no one is defined As such, because a definition Can’t be a summation, If the meaning changesAs frequently as it does.

How mutual to be so usual

During a moment when originality Gets lost in between everythingAnd no one is willing to improveWhat’s been done anywayIn order to make it new today.

How habitual to be so typical

While standing in a roomHolding a crowd of familiar beingsEngaging in a dialogue That can’t be above it allSince no one speaks the truth.

How unintentional to be so...

My imaginary friend doesn't believe I exist.

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