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Read MoreQUIRKY SOCKS Socks is an imaginary catthat I have had off and onsince childhood. The real Socks was a stray I found. His life ended abruptly inthe back of a garbage truckbecause of the sadistic womanthat I unfortunately called Mom. She said...
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I can always put my picture back up. You can rub me all you want. :)))
Did I tell you I have an imaginary dog named underware? :-}
Funny. (the ending I mean)
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I really liked this one.
If you ask me …..I’ll tell you why?Have a nice day.
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Why Peter?
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I’m glad you asked.
I liked it because it reminded me of me, though I don’t have any imaginary friends.I liked it even more because it revealed another side to Paula.A softer,more introspective,less brutalized and probably more honest Paula.
Of course, I could be totally wrong,it could be another fictional piece from you…..
Have a nice day.
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My last one about a vulture echoes your thoughts, minus socks.
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Socks has been mentioned a few times.
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Read MoreRealism is a distant, flickering star. I know not what the tastes of reality are. Some will share this glimmering sky with me, and to them, fortunate enough to see a surrealist, star-blanketed day-sky. I abide by the lonely confines of the only home...
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Read MoreIt is a firestorm that rages and whirls within my body, that no hand of sanity can smother. My innards burn, my blood boils, the flesh upon me bubbles. Sane, as I may have been before, the virtues that encased this body with innocence has long but...
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Read MoreAs I remember, I learn to forget the buoyant memories that linger. When I am foundering, I resurface, only to drown in the world’s stigma. As masking as the calm, glassy sheet segregating this pond of thought is, this curtain between dreams and the world has...
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Made me laugh…..a lot.