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Irony MandyMandy, the character in this story might make you cry, she might make you laugh or she just might make you take on a new appreciation for those who are willing to help you in any situation. Mandy, as long as she could recall, always wanted to be a surgeon. When her friends would come to play, dolls in hand, Mandy would instead bring her black surgical tools bag. It was sometimes difficult for her friends to bring their toys home in one piece. Other times though, they would return with a smile or new additives to their beloved playthings when Mandy would repair them or if she happened to be interested in plastic surgery at that moment.Irony Mandy
by ~ForgottenAsethete
Latenight ChildhoodI put the biography down on the endtable. Its one of the many I've found myself reading, all of them seem to people who were 'children' in their adult stages. From poets to politicians, all of these people seem to refuse to age, or at least admit it. I layback on the pillow as the soft latenight jazz coos in the background, slowly fading away for the arrival of a CBC broadcast. Softly, it speaks about the usual: War, new hockey players, shootings in Toronto, and war again. I tune them out instead of turning it off, for some reason it gives me a reason to think deeper. It's one of those times of the day, when you really don't have anything toLatenight Childhood
by ~ForgottenAsethete
Eruptional BlissAEruptional Bliss
drop,
forthelot,
hits the spot,
pitter,
Patter,
A L L D A Y.
A misssst,
being kissed,
a dream persist,
holds nothing to this gray
by ~ForgottenAsethete
The Golden TreeOnce upon an evening dusk, in the late of autumn, a tree most prideful stood within the middle of a darkened forest. What made this plant of fulsome bark and leaf so narcissistic? Could it be that it kept its leaves of gold longest of all others? Or, was it just that it had the best soil? None of its other members of the wood could decide why, except that this particular tree was as full of itself as a peacock and if it could, would prance around the wood in a comparable manner. It began (or at least improved upon) all in early spring when the sun was daring enough to defile the austere darkness of the forest to allow its inhabitants enough eThe Golden Tree
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