

In My RoomIn my room cluttered and red, Silly thoughts reign in my head. Of writing stories that make passions light, Of weaving threads that to the blind lend sight. To connect words so powerful, divine, That our tears become rivers in laugh lines. Maybe one with a disturbed, blue eyed boy, Who traded his sister for only a toy. It could be of greed, revenge, and regret. When she returns her brother to get, In anger and hatred his life she would end. Possessing the toy still her heart could not mend. What would you do if you read such a tale? Wallow in angst, tremble, and waiIn My Room
Serenity
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Buddha says, "The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, worry about the future, or anticipate troubles but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly."
Duuude! Hellimua yes you're here!!!
I'm a happy Guppy now! *waves the GO NUTTY FF of Doom!*
You rock my awesome Nut-Tastic Friend!! WELCOME TO DA!!
WE LOVE YOU!!
WOOOOOOOOOOO!! *WAVES FOAM FINGER*
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Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you walk into an open sewer and die.
Mel Brooks
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