

Young Dreamers: Story OneShe sits in the middle of the cornfield soil, dancing with her fingers between the rocks and fallen ears. Dirt nestles itself into her nails and she still continues even though she knows her mother and grandmother with raise a war with her once she returns home. In the background her ears pick up the sounds of children screaming with laughter and drums beat with no rhythm but the secret one of childhood. With a smile on her face, she starts to hum her own tune that has no name or meaning.Young Dreamers: Story One
Hours pass she realizes as the orange light blinds her eyes. It seems like the days ends too quick
| She is crazy lazy, in love with any perfect person - usually a fictional one - minus the celebrated Edward Cullen; obsessed with the mafia and anything related - crime is fascinating, and is scared to death that someone out there is exactly like her. |
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Memorable Panda-isms:
TK-421 does not fit in my pants!
Panties like to hide in small places.
Just say it already; PENIS!!!
I don't know--check the inVENtory.
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I really appreciate it.
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Kind regards,
Frank
Enjoy my last News Article 'Finest Macro, Nature and Invertebrates in Squares'
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this is my best work
♫ music ~love ♥
always!
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this is my best work
♫ music ~love ♥
always!
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Ogni persona è un abisso, vengono le vertigini a guardarci dentro!
Georg Buchner
Hope you'll visit my gallery again
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my macro gallery [link]
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