

PortcullisPortcullis By Nicholas BrownPortcullis
He sat on his toadstool, playing his flute, as leaves danced on the water. His half-empty bottle of wine sat on the mushroom he used for a table, as a new bulb shone light on his freshly buttered toast. The summer sun was half-set, filling the forest surrounding him with friendly shadows. The forest, to an untrained observer, seemed as though every tree was actually a toadstool or mushroom.
Some would think he was very small, some kind of woodland sprite. His pale green skin certainly hinted at that possibility. However, he would certainly take offense to that. His hands and feet,
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Solo puedo crear sueños y mundos maravillosos, pero tu y yo juntos podemos cumplir esos sueños y realizar esos mundos.
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Stress is when you wake up screaming, only to realize you've not been asleep yet.
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Look at me.
I'm buring.
mwahahaha
Also, thanks for the
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ROSES are red~
VIOLETS are blue,
I'm going to FUCK YOU with a RAKE
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Being happy is better than being sad or angry, both are necessary; they show us just how nice happiness is.
~If you'd like something I've said to be clarified, just ask
Add me to your watch list if you wanna!
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Loving and being loved in return is like feeling the sun shine from both sides.
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