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...i was born a UNICORN...
WE ARE UNICORNS, AND WE ARE PEOPLE TOO.
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cHiNkLiCiOuS
Sometimes I think too much, so these thoughts overflow from my brain onto this xanga. All pictures, graphics, and codings by me. -
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DIYGuy
Im a handyman and I'm pretty good at it, or so I'm told. I created this blog because... well, I guess I just wanted a blog. What you'll find here is whatever I felt like writing at the time. It has mostly to do with home improvement, woodworking and other handy stuff. I don't blog much about my personal life so you won't find any juicy gossip here. Just about me makin' and fixin' and sometimes breakin' stuff. Of course, comments are always welcome. :o) -
sallycantdance
"Peeling wallpaper, symptoms of a grey sleep"-Charles Bukowski -
jackwhite33
False advertising.... -
WastingMySeconds
The three legged hyena cicadas migrated to the small northern sea port village called Durschfuch. The horrible insects congregated above the Durschfuch elementary school and would spend an indecent amount of time circling the playground. The citizens of the village were very alarmed by these new visitors, but since they were a God fearing community and were not allowed to bring any harm to any of God's creations, they had to pretend to ignore the large grotesque arthropods and continue on with their lives as if there weren't any menacing predators swooping over their offspring. In time the hyena cicadas became hungry and this in when the real terror ensued. As I stated earlier, the adults of the village, thought the best course of action was to pretend the insects didn't exist and continued to send the children out to the playground for recess. Every day the same thing occurred; the children would stand apprehensively at the threshold of the front gate until the teachers ordered them o -
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miss_mistral
mmmm i love food. -
ThaCure4Luv
They say that goldfish have no memory. I guess their lives are much like mine and the little plastic castle is a surprise every time.













