

never grow up.I have a monster living underneath my bed.never grow up.
Hes made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble.
(The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. Its the wind, its the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.)
He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight
Devious Comments
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God bless,
JDT
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"Good for the trade, we thrive on bones; without them there'd be no stories." -Maragaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
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Dreaming on Distant Shores until the Golden Sun rises once more....
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I've been forcibly reminded of how rusty my foreign language skills are.
Proud admin of ~The-GoldenSun-Club.
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~The-GoldenSun-Club~GoldenSun-club
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~*~ Roxas Shoizu ~*~
If You Cried When Axel Faded, Copy & Paste This Into Your Signature!
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Senator Stampingston: Dethklok has summoned a troll.
General Kroiser: Thats impossible, theres no such thing as trolls.
Stampingston: Then how do you explain the dead unicorns?
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