nuttin’ to howl about though. My last friend surmised rivers of unrequited tears couldn’t wash it.
Ms. Macbeth could only scratch away the sjin, the protruding scarlet of the flesh exposing shattered bones and scarlet sinew and the children cry , why oh why .
babe, chatterly was censored, so why worry about lack of finesses about free form, heck with special art forming free form? Its been simmering in the cauldron of witches brew long enough.
Then me filled with grief that so sadly bars further depreciating and depressing verite, for it is said"…" While scratched his head in real lonely space, / rather be nuts kissed within it’s hairy shell., or be forever reduced , awkwardly inverted umbrella cents filled and in glorious vain , vainglory pushing through the parapet.
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VAINGLORY LORE: PETAL
VAINGLORY LORE: PETAL
VAINGLORY|FEB 16, 2017
PART ONE
‘PETAL’S POWER’
Petal detonates her friends …
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PART TWO
‘THE MUNIONS’ TALE’
Petal’s munions brag about going boom …
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‘BEHIND ENEMY LINES: FLICKER’S DISCOVERIES’
An official post-expedition correspondence with the King of the Bleekos …
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‘INTERSPECIES POLITICS’
In a laboratory not so far from the Halcyon Fold, Dr. Flitwick Stingsplatter IV prepares weapons for war …
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ALTERNATE FATES
‘TEA PARTY’ PETAL
The Queen’s Tea Party
‘BUG’ PETAL
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Bugs From Space!
‘PUMPKIN SPICE’ PETAL (LIMITED EDITION)
The Great Eclipse
‘PUMPKIN SPICE’ PETAL (SPECIAL EDITION)
The Great Eclipse
Wish ever had computer then could’ve like Hv gun will travail.
Then could no way IBHECT 2 say things like oh! It’s only a game.
It’s not, it’s not, really it’s not the mad hatter through the queen says in wonderland.
“Why it really hapoened” as figure of speech dilemma man says through Arabic intent cents worth Arabian nights ( gotta keep the queen interested every night) so as she not be Head poor waif.
Utter noncents queen says, the queen of the night, as she leaves through fanfare while her daughter oor, no son… .
Her son drank bargain all night and head on:::smashed into tree. Crazy Billie says this, the male man who the delivefeth undef influence.
Pls: do not be pre turred me lady, for in the day back, a penny candy earned was one ti be saved.
It only comes torrentiallt or no at all
Sorry so, 20 somfin pretty.
Careful now. For me wife dragon lady and I ain’t picasso, luxuriating while her larger then life pregnant lady down on floor with equally vicious girlfriend figtin’ for life over cubed man.
Note: if not accept this assugnment, then it will in timely fashion self destruct.
If do, though, then similarly into the warning: those who enter here beware, …on the other hand
I am Iron Man
Has he lost his mind?
Can he see or is he blind?
Can he walk at all
Or if he moves, will he fall?
Is he alive or dead?
Has he thoughts within his head?
We’ll just pass him there
Why should we even care?
He was turned to steel
In the great magnetic field
When he traveled time
For the future of mankind
Nobody wants him
He just stares at the world
Planning his vengeance
That he will soon unfurl
Now the time is here
For Iron Man to spread fear
Vengeance from the grave
Kills the people he once saved
Nobody wants him
They just turn their heads
Nobody helps him
Now he has his revenge
Heavy boots of lead
Fills his victims full of dread
Running as fast as they can
Iron Man lives again
Sounds like a sleepful night laying in an iron bed covered with a straw blanket.
The dream was a boundary shaking event, and was formed from the outside, that was constructed through the inside.
Therefore it became a fallacy.
“Seems, madam, Nay, it is. I know not ‘seems.’ ’Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc’d breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, ‘That can denote me truly. These indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passeth show-”
Thanks Meno again for being a reader of mine. I’m thinking of adding 15 thousand words involving a pretty big twist, and maybe putting in some additional things from your feedback. More killer face time. I might, big might, elevate it from the underground and publish it on amazon. Someday. If you want me to let you know when its available I will, so you can have a physical copy. If not, cool, from one guard to another guard, thanks.
I might take a break from ILP as I’ve been told I don’t add anything to this community and being here for a long time, it probably hurt because its true. Posting a novel length post excluded I guess.
Anyway, I wish I understood more what you say here. Sometimes i view you was pranking everyone, although I could be wrong.
Back to the security guard story, for now, where its always better on the outside.
Looking f oreward ( or backward) to it
really, Berkeley Babes, & in spite of being here that long, please keep in mind of the very short relative duration of that as contrasted to the vast near timeless effect that inspiration has lived down through the ages!
And i do not construe this in terms of reappraisal of a prior estimation of ‘Security Guard’