Fun with Line BreaksThe fading sun shone on Celia's shining mound of clams as it lay in a pool of blood red seawater. She looked to the north face jacket laying next to a former towel headed friend who was willing to kill his culture for a chance to live vicariously through his family of rich white terrorist threat fearing coworkersFun with Line Breaks
Celia reached down and pulled the towel out from under her shining mound of jewelry. She wiped up the blood that happened every month when she collected clams. They cut into her time (not just her legs) but the
OneI write the best I write the worst they are oneOne
the dream is perfect siphoned through language an imperfect projection results
perhaps I need more
words determination theory experience passion
I see now I am the problem
my dreams are perfect siphoned through rationale an imperfect piece results
I am the best I am the worst I am one
America There is a boy. His name is Americ. ManyAmerica
years ago, he lived with his mother, as many
boys do. His mother's name was Britainy. She
was a good mother, if a bit impersonal at times.
She was always polite, and always had something
to eat.
Americ grew up, as boys tend to do. In the
process of growing, however, he fell in love.
Her name was Freida. Freida was a special girl
because sh
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"Obey me, and I will be your slave"
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