100 words for julia There was once a place where nothing got done.The people who lived there wanted to do things, but didn't want to do them if other people who lived there didn't want to.The people didnt really mind what they did. They were happy to do whatever everyone else wanted to. Everyone else didnt mind what they did either, as long as it was what the people wanted to do.Then one day the Goddess of Decision appeared before them.She had flowing blonde locks. She knew what to do, and told them to do it.Afterwards, things got done.
100 words for callum All will come to know the name Neouw. Not quite my name, but close.As a small boy, he learned my name, but struggled with the L, so I was Neouw.I spent time with him. Moulding, crafting, sculpting his malleable mind.Soon he named other men, but their given names were discarded. He called them by the one true name -- Neouw.Thus, the first phase was complete.I began to lay the foundations of my plan for world domination, using him as the vessel to raise me to notoriety.Then he went to Canada, which kind of ruined everything.
100 words for syme You cannot trust shopping-carts. They're devious.They sit there innocuously.Yet they're plotting with the canned goods. Waiting.Waiting for a child to climb in and take a ride. "Rest your weary legs. Mummy will push..."They especially like it when little girls climb in, because girls scream much more.A girl climbed into the front of the cart, and Mummy pushed. While Mummy checked the top shelf for canned tomatoes, a can of beans sneakily jumped into the path of the cart.On impact, the little girl flew out head first. Screaming.Just the way the cart liked it.
Ketamine Hydrochloride I'm grieving.But no-one has diedI'm hurting.But I find no woundI'm angry.But there's no-one to blameI'm vengeful.Who deserves my wrath?She's drugged.Abandoned in the clubHer drink has betrayed herShe's raped?The tests do not say soNo clear way to tell thoughShe's ill.Feels weary all day nowCurse the pill that AIDS herAnd soI grieve I ache I rageI avenge?Do you deserve my wrath?
Seeking in the Desert The wind gusts intermittently, lifting up mists of sand which swirl about Gustav's legs – occasionally the sand wafts higher, stinging his cheeks. Gustav doesn't mind though. The sand that gets into his eyes, causing them to burn and water confirms that his bodily functions still operate. Nothing else does. All that Gustav is certain of is his mind. It still runs along the shore, searching for inspiration in the sand.Gustav and the stool he sits upon are the only elements that break the monotony of the dunes. Not even a shadow disturbs the dusty-white-brown surface. The heat of the sun overhead beams down.UV-A and UV-B slow-roast Gustav's
The Note Everyone falls down sometime. And when it's your turn, everyone else tells you to get back up on that proverbial horse that threw you in such a proverbial manner.What they failed to comprehend when they gave me the horse lecture was that I am not a proverbial person. I, being real (or at least that is how I perceive myself ) am quite incapable of riding on the back of a concept. Even if I could get on to a proverbial horse, I wouldn't. Simply because I might fall off; and hitting the ground is going to hurt.Now these fools who believe a collection of proverbs and idioms to be a sort of bible will be quick to tell me that, in a proverbial
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