Wednesday, December 15, 2010

peach,plum,pear

'the wooden deer started speaking...pouring out of his mouth was golden glitter...he only understood the howls of the french mermaids...the mermaids hair and finns glowing in the dark...they only appeared when the deer spoke..he'd talk so much his golden glitter turned into a river where the mermaids liked to bathe..the deer could only walk on his river..and he could only look at his mermaids glowing bathing him in french songs.'-in my dreams



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