We dress our world accordingly, each w/an ideal that is not thee ideal, though it is ideal to us. Beauty is truth...when it does not say so, the telling, the truth within the lie.
The lights from the North can be viewed from the east.... Make haste, for the show is yet to begin....
I wonder if load of money would make me happy.
Why the heck did I buy so many chicks? Now whenever I go outside they swarm me...kinda freaking me out now they are getting bigger.
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I am not sure my creative writing professor knows what creative is; she makes me not want to write.