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She could never ever shake the tension of the dream's mystery. She was actually anxious and tortured about it for nearly 9 years--until just before the graduation, that is.

It's funny, any time you go on a trip your friends and family all tell you how life changing it's going to be. One phrase that comes to my mind as I sit on a bar stool in merry old England is what my mother said to me the last time I saw her. It was at her house during dinner last Sunday. One of those dinners mothers have so they can stay connected to their middle aged little boys. "Oh, your eyes will open up wide and you'll love the world! She had said to me over mouthfuls of liver and garlic mashed potatoes.

I can tell alot about a girl by what she says as she steps from a wreck:

I want to tell you about a big house I once lived in.

...my favourite place can't be found on a map. The CIA's satellites haven't tracked it down yet. My favourite place moves as the times change; it has travelled a continent for many an aeon, and though those it touches wait with eager anticipation for its arrival, few bother to follow it on its elusive journey. I like to think that my favourite place has a sense of humour, with its different guises and appearances every time I visit. Once it showed itself through a leafy Michigan suburb, and on another occasion it materialised as a firework forest. ..

The walls are no boundary for childish minds

My relationship ruined this website for me

Room scattered with the things that every days are made of rotting food from days ago stale curls of crisps her body is a centrepiece its skin iced, diced, puffed the blood needles high five her sleep

In loving memory of David Kameron Campbell II, my very first friend whom I will always remember. Dedicated to all my friends. Michael Gatti Presents: Ganico's First Book: