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Now all of Celesteville was in a total panic! The hunter who they thought had perished years ago was alive and was out to revoke their protection rights so that he could hunt them all again! And the biggest non-conservatve hate group on earth and the second biggest (and most misognist) were on his side! Naturally, all the citizens were swarming the palace asking Babar about what they were going to do. He had no idea so he eventually had the barricade the palace doors tight. “Oh Celeste...” Babar said miserably. “I’m...I just have no idea what to do!” “There there BAbar.” Celeste said kindly. “

What happens when the 80s televisions most beloved elephant meets his not-quite dead old enemy and the world's biggest (and most infamous) non-conservative hate group? Hillarity! “May I come out now Caleste?” King Babar called from inside his room. “Not yet Babar.” Caleste replied. “I don’t see why I’ve got to stay in here.” Babar said. “I mean who could possibly be coming that would require me to wait in here until they show up?” “It’s a surprise.” Caleste replied. Babar was confused. As the king of Calesteville, and the one who had saved his herd from the hun

The true story of Snow White Prince Charming wasn't a prince to start with. He was an accident caused by two young lovers. Not wanting to be accused of adultery, the abandoned him in the woods near a cave of wolves hoping not to be charged with adultery. Luckily, a kindly enchantress named Mildred rescued the boy and brainwashed the kingdom into thinking he was the prince. For a while, things were fine...till he got hmself in a screw up. "you told your cousin Frederick what?!" Mildred gasped. "I was embarssed okay." Charming said. "you know that bedtime story you made up for me...the one about the princess who eats the poisoned apple?" "S

You put me down every time I speak, and then wonder why I am silent. You see my accomplishments as something that is expected, and my failures as something so unbelievable. You say doing my best is good enough. You lied. I try my hardest, but to you it doesn't matter unless I'm perfect. I try my hardest to live up to your expectations, your goals, your dreams, and it has exhausted me. Working hard for something I don't want is spectacularly awful, yet knowing that if I don't succeed your disappointment will be even worse is difficult. For once I'd like to have my own expectations, my own goals, my own dreams. I want to become the person I w

Portal of reflection,      imposing      mimicking this mirror fractures a divided image      polished pupils look past each other. The burn of road rash lips gouging      a gravel toothed grin caricatures      grinding expression below pavements of partial beauty. Crystal pedals, cracked glass-lilies      growing in concrete fields, meadows of red asphalt. Pressed against refracted image obsidian canyons break apart        the bigger picture     Your corpse casted fractur

Dangling         precariously from the crumbling                    precipice flitting between                                         breath                                                or                                          none words of caution hang            from                   my             lips fearing the                                       LSD crazed                                                 hippie              who preaches                             for the                                       wild terrible            monster to                            come            beatin

everything is still the sun takes forever giving the passing cars a chance to stir the room and my imagination with their lights i turn away escaping yet failing seeing the yesterdays i look to my right and there you are sleeping beside me i look away and there you are making your way to the bathroom i sit up and there you are smiling at me from some time ago i close my eyes and i feel your lips touch mine i open my eyes everything is still the sun takes forever giving the passing cars a chance to stir the room and my imagination with their lights

I want to be granted The flight From this Glimmering, hollow, prison. Crush The confinement Of material dreams And lost possessions. Let us rise Above this empty hell, And let us fight The enforcers of the life of lies. Join me You children of freedom, Born into the lifeless realm Your true potential wasted. We were defeated Before we were born. We did not have the choice Of the peaceful bewilderment. I have tried To destroy The terrible boundaries Of the desperate despair. Alone I failed. But with you, We shall see the light.

I want you with me. To love and kiss me, and make me glad. Please stay here with me. if you stay with me, all will be safe. Just please don't leave me If you would leave me. I won't be right. I'll never ever let you be upset so just please. just stay with me. I'll always love you and never leave you. You are the one. You are my lover. I'll never suffer if you are here. If I am scared. And all alone. I'll know you'd come. Although we'll be apart after somepoint. I will never ever forget you till I die. Anyway, I love you.

They say I'm right as rain, but nothing about rain is right. It’s cold and it's dark. It’s everything but light. But they all say light always prevails. Darkness is trumped by the boldness of light. What happens when darkness trumps light and everything sways? When life becomes everything and nothing at all, in a matter of seconds, you lose it all? When everything slips away and becomes a soft faint whisper of a memory, something you can't see or hear, only feel. Feel in the deepest part of you. That feeling, the one that rips you in two, it brings you joy and despair, not a usual pair. It makes you cry and then laugh aw