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These flowers are called poison teardrops due to their shape and their deadly poisonous flavour.

My Words of Wisdom #1

The introduction of Old World wines from the classic winemaking regions of the Mediterranean basin, with its long documented history of wine production, helped a great deal in the United States.

I place my fingers laced between each other as if they were yours. I long for your lean muscular arms around my petite body, slowly wrapping themselves around my waist ready to squeeze me closer.

This is the preface and the first two chapters of a young adult novel I am working on. Feel free to read as much or as little as you want.

She moved with a grace of the heavens fluttering over the stage as if it were here pond as if she was the swan, the floor rippled in response to the swans command, gliding over the glittering surface,

Another exploration of human reality and fantasy.

Whom do politicians serve? The people that elect them, or the money men with influence that they seek advice from?

Three men caught in a tricky situation wonder about what goes around

A proposed Youtube/Webisode series I am currently considering making this summer through fall. A reinvention and revival of old school horror with slight injections of modern day horror.

Mother of blood
Mother oh dark Mother
Mother of all disasters
Mother of catastrophes
Mother of prose
And Mother of poetry
Heart Mother
Mother of hands
No mother of lands!

'Untitled'. Enjoy.

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Backpage Call

“I think I can, I think I can”, he thought,

Dear Writer’s Block,

1)Every bank note has a different and unique barcode on it.

2)The anti-counterfeit machine, like a computer, has a record of every single barcode on every single banknote in circulation.

In life i just want to make people happy, not because they’re upset with me, just want everyone to be happy- that’s how everyone should be..

Verse 1:

We lay down on the flowers
and looked up at the stars;
at the bright eyes of venus
and the red face of mars.

Verse 2:

And we both felt the tingle
of love run through our bones.

What is life?