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originally posted by: NarcolepticBuddha
Whole world is against me again
Where my shed
originally posted by: NarcolepticBuddha
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Sweet Pea?! Am not!
It made me cry and long again to travel to that most wonderful place.
But perhaps I should create that little bit of heaven in my own world? Just a thought.
originally posted by: NarcolepticBuddha
a reply to: Night Star
Just work stuff. Getting cheated as usual.
a reply to: WalkInSilence
Sweet Pea?! Am not!
originally posted by: Gordi The Drummer
a reply to: LookingForABetterLife
I made one for you Luke!! (That link is awesome btw!!!)
Steely Luke Forabetterlife
A Short Story by the flowing river
Luke Forabetterlife had always loved whiffy Accasia with its slippery, substantial sheds. It was a place where he felt livid.
He was a steely, flipfloppy, skimmed milk drinker with gangly toes and elongated kneecaps. His friends saw him as a deep, defeated do gooder. Once, he had even helped an unknown Troll the troll recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of man he was.
Luke walked over to the window and reflected on his shimmery surroundings. The frogs teased like bouncing pigeons.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of The Queen of England. The Queen was an indefatigable biscuit with pustulating toes and strange kneecaps.
Luke gulped. He was not prepared for The Queen.
As Luke stepped outside and The Queen came closer, he could see the wet glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want bananas," The Queen bellowed, in a changeable tone. He slammed his fist against Luke's chest, with the force of 3520 hawks. "I frigging hate you, Luke Forabetterlife."
Luke looked back, even more ecstatic and still fingering the HUGE! tongs. "The Queen, I thought it would be bigger," he replied. They looked at each other with moist feelings, like two decaying, decomposing doves leaping at a very insipid Royal Wedding, which had Moondance Folk music playing in the background and two horny uncles nodding to the beat.
Luke regarded The Queen's pustulating toes and strange kneecaps. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.
"Hmph," pondered The Queen.
"Please?" begged Luke with puppy dog eyes.
The Queen looked weepy, his body blushing like a bored, better brick.
Then The Queen came inside for a nice drink of skimmed milk.
THE END
I wonder how/why they created that?? It's great fun anyway!
cheers,
G
It made me ache to visit there. My Great Grandmother lived in Ireland. I also have ancestry from Wales and France. Native Americans on both sides too.