

Miss AnitaMiss Anita was my neighbor, but I didnt know her. In the year that shes lived next to me, Ive exchanged three words with the girl. Ive watched her, though, through the back window. Miss Anita leaver her house at five AM each morning, and returns and hour later with a brown paper sack. Im assuming that its breakfast, but for all I know it could be love letters, or something. Anyway, she doesnt leave the house again until noon, when she goes outside and waters her garden. She had the nicest garden in the neighborhood, Miss A did. The color selection ranged from purples, to whites,Miss Anita


BabylandThe cold wind shakes the spindle-branched trees that have long since dropped their golden leaves. Moldy teddy bears stare bleakly up at the gray sky as the flowersonce bright and beautifuldecay. The flesh beneath the soul rots, protected by a three foot long, cedar wood coffin, made specially for her. Perhaps mummy cried as they lowered her baby, her beautiful baby into the ground. Maybe daddy stared at the pinwheels, powered round in circles by the chill October breeze. Round and round they go. Once symbols of joy, of lazy summer afternoons; now? meager markings on a childs grave, and nothing more. SoBabyland
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Lucas Oesterreich
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Okay, that's the original page he made.
Someone sent him mail about it.
After reading that,
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[link]
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Should be in there somewhere.
I'd read all the hate mail.
It's hilarious.
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"Aladdin float hits 4 people at Disneyland"
"What part of 'make way for Prince Ali' don't they understand??"
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Get on with it!
Sorry for delay.
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...it's all a lost time.... the time you have under control...!!!
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Out of these shadows come the light.
This is a lovely place. I’m sure u will like it a lot
-Priyantha
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My page is [link]
Have a look when u get some free time and tell me what u think of it!
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