My Keepsake PapercutbeautifulMy Keepsake Papercut
that psychopath in my dream with the shock of blue in her bangs, where i wasn't me but some barely attractive boy. however, i was the one she couldn't kill just yet because she couldn't quite figure out what i love to do to kill me by, that was her thing. so i took that as cue for a single sentence flirtation, and she retreated with a blank grin, intrigued, so i chased her as i serenaded calling her pretty as the red of a traffic light. after the willing death of several others, that was her thing, i figured out how to rescue her by consulting a big crossed arm man. so i took a spatula to her and dislodged a white tab f
two shots daiquiri, pleasemoment one:two shots daiquiri, please
so sassy where you going, doll? i see you got your good legs on. slow down a bit and weave your story. pause. no one really wants to break the mystery. what if i'm just walking to be seen.
---inspired by expectations
moment two:
i see the way you never say hello, desperate and still. you make it your policy to never follow--keeping your foxes while you stay never quite caught. but i see that Cheshire grin, the way it wants to appear. i know your secret. the foxes keep you after all.
---inspired by the game no one talks about
River FishHere's a quick story about a river fish. It was the most unlike of all the fishes with a most extraordinary pelt. The birds would stare upon this fish and marvel that it deserved a finer sea. However, the fish could not survive in any other body of water, for elsewhere it would be ordinary. Being the most fair and fit, its influence earned it a place at the head, but then one day it wanted to move differently, and all its difference and rank could not move the rest. They were slave to the current, this was their god. The current belonged to them.River Fish
So she drifted to a different place as she wanted and found herself alone. She wishe
Little MissToday one of our parakeets died.Little Miss
Poor babe was fresh grown, just recently got her adult feathers on. Poor babe was bullied and banged so bad, Father found her sitting on the cage floor just in time to save her from being ravaged to death by ants. He got all the ants off, and we brought her to work. She was too weak and traumatized to move much, but this is actually a happy story.
She couldn't stop her heart from beating so hard considering the pulsing pain and trauma, but she didn't die in excruciating pain, chewed to her last hour. She saw that we had spared her that much and closed her eyes when she could and watch
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Love comes from inside of you.
Make friends is something you could do,
And that's what I did
When I met her.
And her is Cari.
And we are friends,
And we will be that way until the end,
And the end is forever.
Luv ya, Cari
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"All I care to know is that a man is a human being--that is enough for me; he can't be any worse" - Mark Twain
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Love comes from inside of you.
Make friends is something you could do,
And that's what I did
When I met her.
And her is Cari.
And we are friends,
And we will be that way until the end,
And the end is forever.
Luv ya, Cari
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