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my head off.I mean,it was hard enough for me to live in this place where good was not allowed.I had started to think that my real parents might be real people for a change(that would explain my like for coffe)but what was I to do?In the end I decided to...
In the end I decided to...leave. It is not suitable for me to remain in such a place. The world awaits and I am ready for the trip but first I must…
say goodbye.I DO love someone here,although I'm not sure if she is ready to be taken to what I believe to be my world.So,I started to...
write poetry. Lots of poetry. Awesome poetry; to describe my feelings to my loved one. As I finished typing the last stanza of yet another poem, my computer decided to ....
my computer decided to act of its own accord. It changed all my poetry according to the laws of this world. I ...
felt destroyed...Now how could I ever make my beloved forgive me for going away?But in that instant I thought:"This is not my world,I am not me.I must find where I belong,I must be useful and follow my heart."Heart...something they didn't have in there.My loved one came near to having one,but...
my loved one loved the bottle. And the bottle controlled my loved one's mind. So I left this person in the .....
other world and set on my quest.But what was it?To find my people,to be a hero,to be a loser?But however,I didn't even get past the city gates,because...
I got constipated on the way. So I found a nearby bathroom and tried to SQUEEEEEEEZE it all out and I was successful in ejecting it, and oh, it was colossal. I looked around for toilet paper and to my horror I found none. No pails of water either. And when I looked down... there wasn't any toilet either. Shocked, I discovered that I was not in a bathroom, I was in...
a cell.It had got me at last.They understood what I was up to and decided to stop me.Horrible,isn't it?But by now you must be wondering how I got out(because I must have gotten out,since I am writting this story),so this is it.I...
am an underground mole, working for, well, that is not important right now. I have been set up to ..........
...tell the top hats of DC about the lost kingdom of Arthritis, where...
the only language spoken is ancient poetry. The manuscripts dug up in a recent archeological expedition indicate that ........