i don't know how i could have a nightmare about oranges. but it's pretty good compared to the nightmares i've been having recently lol


Copley Squarehe stood on the corner of copley square Mass, that is twisting his hat in his hands and thinking only of his Amy Marie it was 1984 a year of new beginnings and he was going to hit it big so he could carry hs Amy Marie all the way to Washington DC and make her his wife but Boston was big and he had few skills to offer at times, only his Amy Marie kept him going the memories of thier last day together in copley square while the winter dozed. he stood in the shadow of a church so he crossed himself and walked briskly onwardsCopley Square


spider dreamsHorrible, twisting, devious Spider dreams Of nets and webs and lies And death.spider dreams
But all the same A spider is what it was made to be It's soul is not dark It kills and lies Because that is what a spider does


RainI sit By the window And listen to the rain The quiet sound Of millions of droplets Hurling themselves at the ground Sacrificing themselves To nourish all that grows Feeding the streams The plantsRain
The people The sky darkens
And the wind howls
In mourning But I know that they will be reborn again And so I sit By the window And feel the fresh air
On my skin I am content
For all is well The cycle is endless And all consuming Every lilttle droplet has a purpose Just like every little human has a desti


Where?War is upon us. But where are the people? Where is the Bearer? In many dark places Resisting temptation. Where is the Mentor? He rides here and there Setting plans into motion. Preparing for battle. Where are the Halflings? Torn by men, yet connected by fate?Where?
One bows to the Tree, and the other to the Horse. Where is the Guide? Loving and hating Consumed?
He follows the Bearer Seeking revenge.
But without him, all would be lost.
Where are the Elves? One followed the Bearer Clad in green leather, befriending the Dwarf. &n
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