Slowly by slowly, I opened the ill-fated envelope.
This three part story has been written anonymously due to the nature; raw truth, sexually explicit relations, casual narcotic abuse and obscene language.18+
Understanding someone’s way with words isn’t as simple as you think.
The dead of midnight is the noon of thought. -Anna Letitia Barbauld
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
We are an autism family. We are one loving unit, and autism is a part of who we are.
my writing junkyard
Everything you can imagine is real. - Pablo Picasso
my journey as a twinless twin
My words will either attract a strong mind or offend a weak one.
I want to be rich. Rich in love, rich in health, rich in laughter, rich in adventure and rich in knowledge. You?
Pursuing my destiny - Maximizing my potential
I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good
Funny Tales of Cinnamon the Cute Guard Dog
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When a pen lays its tip to write, it talks.
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