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My favourite colour is blue so I love Blue Period, &, Nocturne.
That’s very interesting but I’m a selling these Bibles
Oh, I thought you said love his ‘Rhapsody in Blue’ - now be gone The Cailleach cackled

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2020-09-21

Rumors tell of people entering the swamps of Zargalin and never returning. A suspicious bard decided to venture the murky terrain for himself. And when he saw a great crocodile taken by a slime ridden tendril, that was the only proof he needed.

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2020-09-20

Dreams are quite the magical thing. You seldom know you're in one until it's over. But when the curtains of time open and the witch of the black star beckons, you'll know the presence of another world with certainty.

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2020-09-19

Chiliad of summer memories
Declaring the genesis of our love
My sweet remedy

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2020-09-18

It takes a century, even with the fastest rocket, to reach the plane of the outer emperor. But when his tears spill into the crimson sunset, a path will be forged. And new possibilities will be discovered.

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2020-09-17

I thought Memento Mori included books & skulls to indicate the education/wealth of the person/family. It is now clear that they serve as a warning to all - penalty is death & yer skull on my desk. I suppose that’s why so many novels have deaths in libraries?

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2020-09-17

I the fence, inches from the creature's razor teeth. I don't need senses to smell its rotting breath. I slump against the barrier, exhausted. I won't try to sneak into Disneyland after-hours again. They're not kidding about the guard dragon.

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2020-09-16

You do not need to be a to realise that these paintings are all Allegories of Smell. From to the beautiful but it is who leaves no one in any doubt as to what his painting is about, esp that bloke in the back 🥴 vss365

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2020-09-16

The skies turn pink as the day gives itself to the night. And at long last, the dragons can fly own from the shadows in which they hide. To rule over the darkness again.

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2020-09-14

stardust flames
fueling, defenestrate
from his honey eyes

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2020-09-14

She walks with
Barely restrained fire
A path of flame and ember
Embrace her inferno and
disgrace
Until no hesitancy
Remains

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2020-09-14

But your deception fails. The space between lemonade skies' rescue & the void's jealousy becomes filled w/alexithymia again; & the being drinks it from your bluing lips. 𝘙𝘶𝘧𝘧! 𝘎𝘙𝘙𝘙. 6

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2020-09-12

Are u on the spectrum? enquired the art critic
What do you mean? Replied the puzzled artist
You never paint faces, I assumed because you could not recognise emotions.
The artist stepped nearer to & whispered - I just can’t do noses. Then winked

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2020-09-12

Pandemonium

no of vanity, wits, money, or looks that matters—judgment of humanity and shades of grey diffuse the ’pandemonium’ like a on the looney tunes—or a swan that swims upstream—amidst the ruins.✍️🏽

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2020-09-12

“Klias, just found videos a thief managed to of our mystery hopper.”

“Send them.”

The their holo wrist displayed a red head jumping and zipping across a of spikes in a flash.

“Damn, I'm in love with our 's parkour skills.”

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2020-09-11

The Lady Lorealis sailed far and wide before crashing into the lowest crevices of the far realms. Stories say you can still hear the weeping of the passengers who died in the crash. That is if you're willing to venture close enough to hear them.

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2020-09-09


I stopped,looking at the reflection inthe rainy window pane, remembering the Unseen past &how u rescued me.The voice in my head quickly whispers.Carry on the past of pain remains no more.We've come so far,nolonger a prisoner to his words or Kakorrhaphiophobia

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2020-09-09

Many have wandered into the rainforest's stony labyrinth. And few have returned. The misty winds brush against the moss. As if reciting a tune. One with the strength to lure even the most guarded of souls.

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2020-09-08

Travelers from misty islands afar speak of emerald slabs crashing down from a comet many centuries ago. And that this year, when the comet finally returns, the stones will glow brightly enough to illuminate the whole galaxy.

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2020-09-07