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Here are some of my stuffs and things, read them, or dont if you dont wanna.

  Fly on the Wall I sit in the background
No one noticing Im here
As if I dont exist
Me trying not to care
I watch them from my corner
Knowing all their stories
All about their life
Watching all the drama reflected in my knife
Trying to fit in being their biggest fan
All the while knowing they dont know who I am
Beginning to accept it all
Slowly realizing Im just a fly on the wall

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Deadjournals! www.Deadjournal.com

My Deadjournal! www.Deadjournal.com/~piddle/

My brothers Deadjournal! www.Deadjournal.com/~marzmania/

His website! www.marzmania666.scriptmania.com

  One Last Goodbye I had to see her go
Watch her fade so slow
The pain driving into me like a knife
As I watched God take her life
I saw her face so full of fears
And my eyes flooded with tears
She knew the time had come
Her life so short was done
I whispered I love you Mom in her ear
Knowing the end was near
Trying to comfort our fear
I hated having to see her die
But I'm glad I got one last Goodbye

Ded: To My Mom
November 3 1952-January 26 2003

A Random Story

I was in Mexico with Dewey sleeping in a grass hut. Then it started to rain so we had to sleep in a box so we wouldn't get wet. Everything was fine and dandy until someone tried to break into our box. I screamed and feared for my life. I opened the back of the box and escaped before he got through the front. Dewey and I ran through the wet sand. Rain pouring into my underwear, it felt funny. We ditched that criminal and we slowed to a walk but just when we thought it was safe a giant cat the size of my foot came after us so Dewey and I, already out of breath from running from the criminal began to run again. We were running and Dewey said "hey ma, there's an ally over yonder!" The cat had no intentions of stopping so we headed for it. In the path there was a black trash barrel but Dewey and I noticed it and just dodged it however that cat didn't see the trash barrel and ran right into, he was knocked out. Dewey and I needed to escape Mexico because it was full of danger. We ran to a place where many people stood, we both looked at the sign but seeing as neither one of us could read it was no help. We saw a long thing coming at us and became frightened again but then I remembered "hey Dewester that's a train, it takes people places" which she responded "mom you are the man." So we boarded it but we realized we didn't have money. A conductor came to us and asked for 7 dollars. We said we didn't have it and he said why, and we said cause we don't need it, this confused him for a sec, "Why don't you need to buy a ticket?" "Cause I am the captain, and my daughter here is my mini captain" He stepped back and bowed to us. Dewey and I were shocked that he actually believed us. I was given the captain crown and a pot of gravy, because this was the Gravy Train. Since there had never been a mini captain before Dewey had no crown and no gravy, she became very upset. I decided I would say her name and all would hail her. So I said "Isadora Punkin Shadd, you are officially the mini captain of this here train, all shall obey you (except me) and bow at you as you pass them by. All hail Mini Captain Dewey!" they all bowed and chanted ''Dewey, Dewey!"And that's how Dewey and I saved our lives and became captains of the Gravy Train.

The End

*Dewey is my dog*

(see photo page)

  Searching The pain overwhelms me
And I can't see
As I wander through this darkness
Searching for a light
Something to tell me theres still hope
Knife in one hand the other rope
Searching for solutions
Trying to cope
Each minute feels like a year
Every second another tear
Stand where I am
You'll understand
Searching all the while
For answers that cant be found
Everyday digging yourself deeper into the ground
Having no way out, trying to fight
Always searching, searching for a light

 
   
 

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