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I'll be posting a lot of bug girl stories. I've just got a lot of ideas for stories. But the next story isn't going to be one of Arachna's friends. And it won't involve honey.
this poem tells us that mostly, it is disappointment in this world that make us ignore it and seek God. the unfairness and threats in the world make us focus on heaven. most of us go to church to tell God about our problems and to seek solutions to them.…
She then had me for helping her. For a moment she was absorbed in contemplating me, she appreciated my height, my long hair and she was curious where a young girl like me, was going alone.
This poem is about... wait, no. I have no absolutely idea what it's about. I don't even remember writing it, but apparently I did. Good God, what have I done? This piece is subject to interpretation (and possible clinical analysis).
Originally, I was planning to write a series of stories entitled "Entries" which would contain the outrageously silly (and perhaps even a tad bit horrific) journal entries of a madman. This is the prototype entry of a project that I have yet to pursue.
A laid-back businessman who commutes from an island to work in the city as a financial consultant has a reputation for being 'a naughty boy' with the ladies. A rather prudish American young woman who expects males to behave like gentleman arrives to live near him and they clash.