“I want to talk about “mess”. Mess as an environment and a way of life. I don’t like mess over order and have always been taught to be neat, but I guess this demonstrates the reality and intricacies of life that are difficult to admit. My parents used to nag, “your environment reflects yourself mental state ( Read more... )

As I got closer to the fence, I held my shirt over my nose to block the smell. One stallion waded through the muck and whinnied angrily at me. He bared his teeth, which were pointed like a bear's.
I tried to talk to him in my mind. I can do that with most horses.
Hi, I told him. I'm going to clean your stables. Won't that be great?
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in case any of you are wondering how i look like now


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Once upon a time, there was a girl called Lisa. She died. Lisa the ghost dyed her hair blond. One day, 9pm in school, Lisa was around the MT lockers area. The lockers were empty so she stuffed herself inside. At that moment, Joni happened to walk past. Joni died and Joni the ghost dyed her hair blue. She squeezed into the locker next to Lisa. Joni' ( Read more... )

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