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Random First Lines:This is a poem/story of my life from the day I was born till 2011 so a lot has changed but I thought I would give you all a bit of background... » Read
Twenty-five years ago they bought a homestead, in the middle of Vancouver Island, on the waterâ€™s edge. There are still reflections off the small lake at the foot of Mount Benson- of gardens and vineyards and woodland encounters.
Westwood Lake Chronicles is a dreamscape diary, a...
The green pods of Moringa tree also called Drumstics for its length is a delicacy when properly cooked. Juggernaut prefers to call Moringa rather than Driumstics to avoid confusion with Chciken legs
By Aidan Meacham
In this non-sequitur and rather disturbed tale, a lobster finds himself trapped in a beachside seafood restaurant, soon doomed to be boiled alive. He plans to escape, but he questions his ways upon meeting an elderly crustacean known as the Prophet.
i'm at work and i'm bored as shit. i remembered a day in maine w/ my family. so i wrote about it.
Poetry | Updated Jan 8, 2009 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 7
Two brothers venture to south florida to learn how to fly airplanes. There plans are side tracked by villains and they end up in the florida keys as deck hands on a sailing yacht, soon shipwrecked they are rescued by a Russian cosmonaut living in cuba.
From there there adventure takes them to...