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Tilda

When I was six, my dad started going out with a woman called Laura. As soon as he told me about her, I decided that I wasn’t going to like her, but somehow Dad knew I had decided that and told me to give her a chance. ‘I still miss your mum,’ he said, ‘and I still love her very much, just like you do. But I love Laura as well, and it isn’t her fault your mum died, so you mustn’t take it out on her. She doesn’t want to be your mother - she only wants to be your friend. And I think you should let her try.’ It was very difficult for me to accept that another wo

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When Annie Came to Stay

There was a ghost in the house. Billy just knew it. His mother and father had told him not to be so silly and get into bed, and now of course he couldn’t sleep. There was a chilly feeling in his room that was making him want to go to the toilet, but he felt sure that if he got out of bed something horrible would happen to him. If you asked him why he thought that, he wouldn’t have been able to give you a very convincing answer, unless you yourself have had a feeling of something good or bad being about to happen for no particular reason. The only way that Billy knew something would happen was from one of those feelings. He lay

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The Princess's Double Life

Her mother sometimes said that the Princess Chandra suffered from being a middle child. Her little brother, Raj, was of course heir to the throne, and much cherished by their father. Her older sister, the Princess Savitri, was considered very beautiful, and it was always she who was sent out to give alms to the poor and be generally admired. Chandra knew that she was not considered beautiful. She had always been called a plain child - behind her back and to her face - and to make matters worse she had suffered a tiger bite at the age of eleven. It was, as everyone agreed, a miracle she was not killed, or at least dismembered. But the ti

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bear color for you

love, I let you linger on in places yet unseen in the silent space between initial sparks and how we're wired my dear, you are discovered in every memory undeparted every poem I've ever started even haunting odd synapses fired I fear, forever following a hand unclasped (still shaken) a heart unheard until it's taken time to rest uncommon sense retired why it's my attempt to ingest starshine 'til admired! it's my intent to become all you have desired.

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smile pretty now

if you can't shine from the inside I won't mistake your beauty for relevance

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To The Edge...

should this earth end we'll simply build another (traced from the notes her hands have touched) made fine like letters to a future lover and it's a white I'll covet coat & cover in a light like her name born blue and for each other see she dreamed destiny and new worlds to discover 'til my tongue's tilted axis spun new words which to stutter a space where stars seem to bloom only to sputter to be replaced with her face another universe recovered ...and I guess you could call it an odyssey

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Washing With Water

Shooting blanks and shitty whisky wishing somebody was sitting sinking with me.

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compulsive liar.

once i asked you your favourite colour, and you said, "the brown of your eyes," so i put in one green contact and told everyone that i came out of the womb as a factory defect, half-priced, damaged goods. - sometimes i am from canada and sometimes i am from england and sometimes i am from spain. i've carefully tempered my accents and plotted out my stories with yellow and purple coloured pencils on index cards. my origin changes like the seasons. "why do you lie to everyone?" you ask. "why not?" i reply. - i wear nametags that read "alicia" and "liana" and "samantha," because i want to know how it feels to be someon

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Contrivand

no pain t no gain a

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How To Be Normal

HOW TO SUCCEED AT BEING A NORMAL TEENAGER: (In 15 easy steps!) 1. The first step in becoming a normal, bland, and spineless individual is very simple. Never think. About anything. Ever. If you have a thought, let it go. Let someone else think for you. Thinking is hard. Let someone else do it. Save your little conformist brain cells for something less difficult. 2. Now let's talk about music. You like unique music? Not anymore! You get to listen to the same generic, repetitive sound that everyone else does. You know, that one beat over and over with the words "Yeah", "baby" and "ooh" being repeated. Lucky you! 3. To be normal, you've gotta

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Lovesick Fool

I was not in love Love is for fools I hate the word I haven’t seen you in years And dare I admit, I miss you I’ve downed bottle after bottle, Taken pill after pill, I still can’t sleep I can’t stand waking up Without you here, yet, I still look for you I search everywhere But you are nowhere to be found I think I would rather be dead I never thought you’d leave me alone You still haunt me here I see you everywhere but I can’t ever find you And I don’t know why but I feel like a lovesick fool Without the love

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Too Late

The ceiling above, And walls around. The ground below, And nothing more. But it's far too loud. The room sways And sits. In its center lays a figure, A figure nothing more but A shell of one who has lost its view. It screams and thrashes. Aches and cries. Begs and kills. And bleeds out. But nothing happens. It is just there. Alone Lost And forgotten Forgotten by itself. For who knew him, It destroyed With nothing more But passion. Its life tumbled away, And fell six feet under ground In the body of a pretty redheaded, Green-eyed lamb And who has it to blame? No one but itself. Or rather, the body of him. He who cared so much, He car

Pelican 2

tricksyriver

Published: Nov 1, 2009

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Description

Another Pelican. Not the same as the other one. But I like it too.

Image size

2448x3264px 1.7 MB

Make

EASTMAN KODAK COMPANY

Model

KODAK EASYSHARE Z8612 IS Digital Camera

Shutter Speed

1/645 second

Aperture

F/5.0

Focal Length

32 mm

ISO Speed

Date Taken

Jan 1, 2007, 12:00:42 PM

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