Why? No clue.
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check it and add me if you're on there


Pests Twenty minutes. No, twenty-two now. Staring at that cursed mosquito. I mean cursed in a most literal sense: I had been plotting ways to kill it for twenty-two minutes now. I hated mosquitoes. Nasty, disease carrying, vampiric, little jerks. The demonic thing had been sitting in the same spot for twenty-three minutes, staring into my soul with eyes I couldn't see from my bed. I should be in bed I have a wedding to go to tomorrow but the mosquito forces me to keep an ever-vigilant eye. I debate: spray the thing with hairspray and when it falls, lightPests


Egg ShellA broken egg. It just sat there on the counter. Why? I'm not honestly certain. I have no clue why it's there...or how it got there...or why it's even broken. But it is there and it is indeed broken. No one else lives in my house. Nope; just me. So...why is this egg broken?Egg Shell
Did it hatch? No...impossible. The eggs are taken before incubation.... Maybe this one was just late? No...I'd hear chirping. Wouldn't I? I'd think so...unless the chick died in the middle of the night.... Oh no! I hope there isn't a dead baby chick in my kitchen! That would suc


Dreamers The light grew brighter as I entered the roofless room. Three men sat on a platform in the center; all facing each other, all asleep. A slowly moving archway spun over them attached to a spinning dais below the platform. A blue light blinked on and off on it, slightly drawing me into a hypnotic state before I was quite awakened by a young woman of around twenty-two. Her brown eyes stared into mine questioningly for but a second before inquiring as to who I was. I said I was simply visiting, passing by. She nodded, the look still in her eyes as she wandered around through the waDreamers


Who are We Fighting?The two soldiers sat on a bench at the spaceport, waiting for their shipment. A military surveillance camera recorded their conversation.Who are We Fighting?
"Hey Joe what exactly are we fighting for?" the taller of the two asked. Joe looked at his feet for a bit and the stared at the roof, blinking heavily in thought. "To be honest I don't know." The other man cocked his head at the roof as well and scrunched his eyebrows up. "Well, I won't worry about it much. All I know is that I'm told to fight, and that's what I'm going to do, eh?" Joe chuckled and nodded in
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ill do graffiti if you sing to me in french, what are we doin here if romance isnt dead?
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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Graduated High School. Got to find a job and get ready for College. Going to PJC two years and then transferring to UWF.
However, other than Work/College, I don't really know what's going to all happen.
I didn't know you had a dev account
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"hey kid why aren't you wearing your eyebrows? "
not much of an artist, and I rarely use it, but I have one. Hello!
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Graduated High School. Got to find a job and get ready for College. Going to PJC two years and then transferring to UWF.
However, other than Work/College, I don't really know what's going to all happen.
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My Gallery: [link]
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Graduated High School. Got to find a job and get ready for College. Going to PJC two years and then transferring to UWF.
However, other than Work/College, I don't really know what's going to all happen.
[link]
xDDD
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I'm pretty much ridiculously obsessed with KPOP.
Just letting you know.
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