A Blank CanvasA blank canvas, the most intimidating.A Blank Canvas
Always the fist step, into the light.
Shining the power of the mind,
The power of the imagination,
Onto the blank Canvas.
The ink on the paper,
The paint on the canvas,
Penetrating the surface,
Revealing the majesty within.
This is the greatest of works.
Limitless freedom,
Endless possibilites,
A block.
Nothing to fear.
The flow will return.
The creation will continue.
The grande
GOOTFCI really have to pee-ee. In this X-Mas tree-ee. Won't you please join me-ee? As I pee in this X-Mas tree-ee!GOOTFC
*Drum break
Pissing in a X-Mas tree, Makes me feel so hap-py. I can't think of anything else to say. So won't you please stop calling me gay?
...YOU SON OF A BITCH!
I knowHe stared deeply into her eyes and he couldn't believe that she was his. She as so perfect her eyes, her smile, her personality, everything.I know
She looked at him. She didn't know what was so special about her. The only thing she did know was that she loved him.
She was so perfect. Her eyes, her beautiful face, her wonderful personality, everything.
She knew that she wasn't the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen. She wasn't the nicest either. Why her?
He loved her. He knew that he couldn't live without her.
WalkingHe watched her walk away.Walking
She just kept walking.
What did he do wrong?
She just kept walking.
He loved her.
She just kept walking.
His hand trembled.
She just kept walking.
How could she do this to him?
She just kept walking.
His hand shook, pulled, and fell.
She bled, fell, and stopped walking
Quote of the Day
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Everything is good in moderation.
Procrastonation included.
Thank you for the favorite!
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"Smell your dreams"
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