May 2010
Awake, I am awake, he tells me that I am fake flake, I feel that I am a façade of broken dreams, I flutter on the floor just as I am told. No one does is quite like me. I am the definition of the perfect student. What ever he wants me to be arms turning right, hips to the side, What ever he says, is exactly what he gets, unless he asks for substance, emotion. A perfect little puppet is...
“I watched the rain hit the pool the other day. It was beautiful to watch the...”
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Allan was a lonely man. Nobody could see him.
Invisible since birth, he chose one of the few jobs available to prople with such afflictions.
These jobs included santa but he did not have a beard.
Stealer of one sock from a pair but he was colour blind and all the socks looked the same. At the end of his deliberations he choose to be a breadcrumb collector
He worked for Crumb & Crumb Breadcrumb...
