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Adina Cameo “When yee get to me age yee don’t give a tinker’s damn, when yee get to my age yee kids will rather love each other from the burnin heart to connect than be fighten like the fools o’er deez mindless shenanigans! Be a beauti-i-iful rebel family like in me time rather than stu-u-upid rebels who fight each other,”
He continued on making way back to his comforting mauve couch with its embroidery of healing flowers
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that at times Peter gets lost staring at, the different shapes and angles that he starts making an idea of what they are to him much like when children create meaning to every shape of every cloud whilst laying on the grass appreciating every thing each one of us sees; Castles, Dinosaurs, Dogs, Mars...
Adina Cameo Mr. Moody slammed the door casually, schloshing on with his slippers unto the ground lazily as if nothing even happened. What would be an irritating incident for most was just another ordinary thing to shoo away, like a fly that that attempts to bother one, Peter simply shrugged his shoulders uncaringly going on about ...his business as if nothing happened. As he walked back to his humble mauve couch,
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“…the one thing that I learned, yes, the one thing that I learned is that people rather die than not be important, oh yes, people rather di-i-i-e than not be so-o-o impo-o-o-rtant…”
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“You make me sick“ he said,
“…as all flowers do real nor fake
“Especially this sickly narcissistic flower merely cares about itself, as always.
This bloody flower eh it prances and shows about as if I’ve never passed anything that pretends to be beautiful. Cursed the day that it ever passed me, Cursed the day that brought me of its falseness. “
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“Eh whaddya want, I don’t want whatever yar sellin’ I don’t need any of yar cacar-doodle!” as he schleps himself to the door wearing his robe and fluffy blue slippers flailing his arms in a frustrating manner.
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This is what I look like in the mirror. My eyes are red and burning and they sting in shards of pain. It’s as if someone took a knife and twisted it inside the pupils. Like a zombie, sleepwalking, Going through the actions without exactly being so much aware of what I am doing.
