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I love to ride in the rain,
On my bicycle with greasy chain,
It's a feeling I cannot explain,
Ride on my bike in the rain.
Though the rain floods the street,
The muddy roads are not very neat.
Again, there is the wind to defeat,
It can also cram my feet.
Yet the rain is quite a treat,
It is better than the scorching heat.
The rain cools me down,
Though, I may look like a clown,
It doesn't bring me down,
Cause I love to be the rain soaked clown.
It is like a toiling break,
Often makes me shiver and shake,
Sometimes my health is at stake,
Yet I love to take this break.
I ride on my bike in the rain,
You may think, I am insane,
It is a feeling I cannot explain,
The joy of riding in the rain.
On my bicycle with greasy chain,
It's a feeling I cannot explain,
Ride on my bike in the rain.
Though the rain floods the street,
The muddy roads are not very neat.
Again, there is the wind to defeat,
It can also cram my feet.
Yet the rain is quite a treat,
It is better than the scorching heat.
The rain cools me down,
Though, I may look like a clown,
It doesn't bring me down,
Cause I love to be the rain soaked clown.
It is like a toiling break,
Often makes me shiver and shake,
Sometimes my health is at stake,
Yet I love to take this break.
I ride on my bike in the rain,
You may think, I am insane,
It is a feeling I cannot explain,
The joy of riding in the rain.
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Welcome
Welcome to the aries's den
welcome to the calligraphers shop
welcome to the flamers prison
pain is to never be stopped.
welcome to the artistic side
the side that likes to cut and bleed,
welcome to the murderers corner
we all like to feel the need.
the sadistic bastards
the party clowns
lets all stand around and play,
its time to play a vicious game
oh i know, you'll play the prey.
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6 word stories
I. Like snow,
She was falling - white and cold.
II. Every other day,
Red lights - she sighs - shines down.
III. While he sleeps peacefully,
Eyeballs glow, secretly, under the bed.
IV. Bedsheets
Ripple like waves on the lonely bed.
V. Our kittens,
Nasty little things, purring away the afternoon.
VI. Middle-age.
Dainty hands, watch as wrinkles come.
VII.
Young faces, autumn grass, counting stars.
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Sydnei's Blog No. 6 Not What It Seems
Blog #6 – Not What It Seems Published: December 22, 2103 – 22:16 Written By: Sydnei Patel John didn’t come back last night. Tesla says not to worry that he stays out a lot. Why can’t I remember anything? I want him to come back so he can tell me what is going on. I feel like I’m going crazy. I spent the day cleaning this house! It is disgusting! There are cobwebs everywhere. It looks like no one has lived here in a very long time. This is all really frustrating. I feel like maybe I was in a coma or something and just woke up with no memory of the past. I’ve decided that if John doesn’t get here soon, I’m going to go looking for him. When he does get here, he better be able to explain all this. I’m so mad. Tesla caught me writing this. He said I shouldn’t be posting this online. Something about the internet being a thing of the past. So… Maybe no one will ever read this. Who cares. What does it matter anyway? I’m still going to write it, at least it makes me feel better. Then again
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Well I used to ride a bicycle very where I went. Previous Friday it was stolen. Today it was raining and I miss my bike a lot. I really love to ride in rain.
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Aw, hope you find it or get a new one.