jamefox
I admit it. I don't want to but I will. It is just hard, you know? To admit something that you only just realized yourself?
I have a bad habit of compassion. When I see broken wings, I must tend to them. When I see litter on the ground, I must pick it up. Others must laugh at my bad habit, but I would not change it for the world.
the magnets on the fridge are more then metal peices of plastic. They are story tellers. They tell the story of those whom live within the house. The mom and dad, but mostly of the children. It is their story that is posted upon the fridge for visitors to read.
the ivy had spread all over the house and had infected each member of the family. But the family did not seem to mind. They actually enjoyed the experience. Ivy was just the puppy the family wanted.
The junkyard is a work of art. It is a cultural hub of human nature. It is a diamond in the rough. It is a mean old dog just doing its job.
A pig went to the market one day to buy some food for his family. The same day a man went to market to buy a fat piggy. The pig did not know the events that were to plan out during the next afternoon.
I need all kinds of materials to build my house. I need a tree, of course, for my foundation. And a river down below for my shower. I need a family full to fill my house. No roof though so I can watch the stars at night.
I am certain there is a monster under my bed. I saw it with my own eyes. It has bright green eyes, and long blue fur. I think all it wants is a friend.
My little brother is great at helping. He is the taste tester to all my recipes and he always eats the food I don't like. I can always blame him for something I did wrong.
The average life span of a fly is only about one day. This means that the day of a fly must be anything but average. What would you do if you only had one day to live? I wonder what flies do? Hang out with garbage probably.