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lunacy

My favourite word. For now, anyways, untill I change My mind. Which might be in a few minutes. I’ve always been lured to the word, as if It were some genetic connection, as if it were an old, slightly forgotten friend. It’s a Latin word, originally, or is it Greek? No, no, I’m quite sure it’s Latin, fairly sure. Lunacy literally means a form of madness induced by the moon. I do love the moon. It’s so luminous and lovely and cheese. No, moon is my favourite word. Moon or applesauce.

» Posted By BrittkneeWhoTalksToStrangers On 10.06.2013 @ 9:30 pm

stolen

My heart. And my bike. The thin devil with smiling eyes picked the simple lock only slightly faster than I could. I hadn’t shouted, like how most people would do; I just watched him nonchalantly slide onto my bicycle. He had known I was watching him, too. The bastard was showing off. He winked and shot a charmed grin at me as he casually rode away, knowing that I had allowed him to take it. The bike, that is.

» Posted By BrittkneeWhoTalksToStrangers On 09.30.2013 @ 10:03 pm

clamp

Biting my lip. Jaw tightened. Clamped shut. My words will only be twisted and baked by their minds, into some horrible unintended creation. I save my words for ones who will understand. Not these fools.

» Posted By BrittkneeWhoTalksToStrangers On 08.03.2013 @ 5:55 pm

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