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I hung with the parrots, they did drugs until they came with the rest of the partiers, it was a massive orgasm, thousands of bodies, writhing on the grass.

Squawk. Colors. Are you really talking back to me? Creepy ass bird. Stay in your corner.

Ar is a parrot. She is flying around like crazy. To help her pirate boss find his way around the archipelago. But is she really helping? I think she is, actually. What

I don´t like parrots. Because parrots speak a lot and repeat that we talk. I don´t have pacience with parriots. I think that I need to pratice more pacience because there are a lot of people like that….

She looked around- five acres was not as much as it sounded like. An orange tractor sat in the open barn, amongst various machine parts and spare wood. Beyond that was a grove of trees and patches of gardens.

For the first time, the farmer left the road behind him dirty but unchanged. He slowly made his way down the street, cars speeding around his girth. Some revved their engines in a show of frustration for having their stride broken. It roared: ‘you don’t belong here.’ Their tires squealing on the shining black asphalt.
Last year, it was still…[Read more]

She asked me, ‘Do you find me beautiful in moonlight or otherwise?’ He didn’t know what to answer as it had been the light which showed him her ethereal beauty but he longed for her, more of her. How could he ask? Was it right?

Writing can be competitive. Case in point, when there’s a trending hashtag writing game on Twitter, and you participate – a lot – then you refresh and refresh, hoping that you get a like, a comment, a retweet. And it’s fewer than 240 characters. How many pages could you have written whilst waiting for someone to see your random brain fart?

competitive is the key word today. Whichever field you choose, you should be competitive to succeed. However, how much one has to compete, has to be decided by the individual. In the process of being competitive people lose out on their health, mental well being, peace, etc

The corner where she sits is dark and gloomy. She is watching from her tent that is now wet from the rain pouring all around her. She hears every drop hit the roof of her tent, thankful she made the choice to buy an extra strong, waterproof tent. Especially after her last adventure of loosing her tent to another storm. It is her only pertection to…[Read more]