It was blistering weathered during this midnight. I don't try to keep up with the hours of the day. I do not care what day it is nor do I care about what time it is. These hours are artificial and they manipulate the experience of living. I sat sleepless in my solitariness, nothing seemed to be occurring else where. The media has became boring to me. How they fabricate these stories about my 'death'. This worthless idiot box in the front of bedroom, I wish to destroy it; but I will have no sort of entertainment. My guitar string popped and I have misplaced my additional pair. I am growing tired of being bored.
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Here I go, the sheep have finally hypnotized me. I was falling into a much needed slumber, when suddenly a knock disturbed it. I grumbled when I heard the knock again. I wondered who this could have possibly been during such untimely hours. It was the Anastasia woman and she appeared to be alarmed over a recent occurrence. I asked her what was unsound and she stated that her home had caught in flames. Apparently, the reasoning behind this emergency was a candle being misplaced in her home. She hadn't noticed that her home was on fire until she had gotten back from her trip to the beach. It was all burnt to a crisp and nothing could be saved. She also stated that I was the first person she thought about during this tragedy. I felt important internally. It dawned on me that she didn't have a location to lie, so I invited her into my residence.
I motioned her to my widen in length davenport. It was perfect amount of room for her to stretch her bruised legs. She fell into my cushioning davenport and slept the night through.
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Somewhere Here On Earth
FanfictionA middle-aged male named Prince Rogers Nelson escapes from his residence in Minnesota to vacate from the surroundings of the musical industry. He is chosen to reside within a undisclosed place located in the city of Dubai. After he arrived in the ci...
