Literature
Random Ramblings Of Madness I
Sure, it's not like I always make the time less than my mother, but it's sort of a habit to eat the creeps like that.
After all, it's a sure thing when I go out to the time. Forever is not quite the color we all think it is; it's more of a tried and true activity that repeats itself until there's more trees than bushes and more people than things.
Alright, alright, you win. I'll never look that way at a muffin again. But before you ask me to look down the hallway at the black box that sits on the roof, please consider the fact that my nose is no longer a part of my body, just as you are no longer a part of my life. I'll take the muffin and