Hops? What hops? It truly remains a mystery that you speak of such things. Disaster strikes if you touch it, body damage if you drink it, death if you over do it. Hops? Oh, I thought you were speaking about alcohol. Truly my unknown reasoning. That's me every day, a walking sleeper not really looking at my day and surroundings.
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You just decided to call me that? You are a sorrow for the heart. You are a death-knell in my life. What more can I say? Just leave me alone. I enjoy life as a soloist and nothing else matters. Are you still blaming me? Look at all the fingers pointing back at you. You selfish idiot, you thinker of death words. You are terrible.
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I gaze at life in form and structure. I look into realms of each day. I seek the goodness of every moment and swallow it up with joy unto my heart, soul and mind. My body yearns for more and more...
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Here I once again wrote a quick little creative 3 paragraph "story" that could be anything. Begins of writing start this way. Can you think of a better way? Enjoy!
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