an aspiring musicianAn Aspiring Musicianan aspiring musician
A painful melody Taking walks barefoot through the stinging nettles To ease the pain Start-and-stop music flowing Covering all the wrong holes Stumbling through erratic notes Hot Cross Buns
Practicing for the talent show His first night home Trying to give me a song whose title I can guess Cutting and pasting Clear choruses with imaginary tunes
Silence finally reigning My hands are clapping And I am cheering Standing in the doorway Begging for an encore A smile pasted from ear to ear
Home Sweet HomeHome Sweet HomeHome Sweet Home
Mandy was a princess at the charming and magnificent Happily Ever After Palace. Whatever she wanted, she received, and she wanted everything. She had 15 ponies, a race horse, every Barbie ever created, and a life size doll house, as well as control over every servant in the palace. But Mandy still wasn’t happy. The rolling meadows just weren’t charming enough, and the mountain range behind the palace just wasn’t magnificent enough for her.
“Daddy,” said Mandy, “I’m bored.” “Well, why Sweetheart? You have a whole palace to play
horace the roadrunnerHorace the Road-runner Everyone’s seen that show with that cute honking roadrunner and the harsh and stupid Wiley Coyote. But what if Wiley wasn’t the bad guy? What if it was really the roadrunner? Finding out the answers to these questions and others like them is my job. I couldn’t catch Horace (only the roadrunner’s friends call him Horace) for an interview, but getting a hold of Wiley wasn’t difficult---poor guy doesn’t seem to have any fans. Because of my connections (all well-deserved of course) I can afford all of the latest technology in interviewing equipment: lap tops,horace the roadrunner
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Mystia: Aren't you aware of what birds fly through the night?
Remilia: Fried chicken?
Sakuya: My lady, I believe she said "fly", not "fry".
God bless you.
Might fine work young lass,
But don't let your other stories sit idle in the grass,
My pen and paints are all a'ready,
To help tell your wonderful stories...
Also so I don't loose my talent.
You really should put up the burtus stories!!! I want to draw brutus as a girlyman, and grandma too.
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The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible. - Oscar Wilde
Oh no... i've picked up the pen again! [link]
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