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Lemon Pie

make a story here :excited:

@Economy i wanna read a tale of you :ally:

𝖎 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖕𝖎𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊
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Pop Music

Once Upon a time a ghey flocked through a field of unreleased pop tracks and britney spears perfumes 

then he woke up 

Pop Music and Lady Gaga forever!
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Economy

Oh I make awsome random tale stories :ally:

 

But I need to be inspired u can't ask me for a story out of the blue :messga:

 

Who liked my story on the nuns or the story about how the flea destroyed the world? :queenga:

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Lemon Pie

once upon a time, a girl called Stephanie, when she was 13 years old she dreamed of being a great artist and at 22 he succeeded. she currently lives happily in california, having sex continuously, sucking things, selling millions, earning millions, winning prizes, eating pasta, and selling makeup.

the end :ally:

𝖎 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖕𝖎𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊
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Lemon Pie
3 minutes ago, Economy said:

Who liked my story on the nuns or the story about how the flea destroyed the world? :queenga:

me! :party:

 

𝖎 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖕𝖎𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊
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Lemon Pie
4 minutes ago, Economy said:

Oh I make awsome random tale stories :ally:

 

But I need to be inspired u can't ask me for a story out of the blue :messga:

 

Who liked my story on the nuns or the story about how the flea destroyed the world? :queenga:

 

could you make a story about the spider that built the universe:excited:

or to cher destroying the world :air:

or about how lady gaga owns umbrella corporation:classy:

𝖎 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖕𝖎𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊
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PartySick

A long time ago, there was a beautiful monster who made his home at the end of the Glitter Way.

He lived a peaceful, if secluded, life and he was happy.

One day, some rowdy gay kids threw a party on his property. They called it a "ball", he called the cops.

But the police said "sorry, sir, that's outside of our delivery radius. Also, I regret that we switched to video calls because you...are ugly...".

With his feelings hurt, he decided to get out of his house (and away from the party) by volunteering to help the survivors of a recent opera singing tornado.

It was late when he arrived back home. He approached a small figure in front of his house as he neared the door.

"Who are you?" He asked in fish-ese.

"AHHHH" said the feminine figure who somehow took the subway to his front door.

Without warning, the figure set her tiddies on fire and killed the nice monster. Onlookers were encouraged by the murderer to photograph and video the grisly scene.

The "ball" went on.

The end :kiss:

You're stinky
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Once upon a time, early 2015, I had the Portland videos in my possession, saved on 4 different drives.

The end :enigma:

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Five pricked fingers. A well of blood on each one. The young man touched the neon roses in front of him, and watched as the glow dulled under the dark of the red. 

He smirked as he circled the neon garden. Staining everything in his reach. His unbecoming life fluid leaked from him to mark this Neo-Babylon. 

Overhead, the patrons of whores noticing the vandalizing of their ivory towers. Their gardens. 

They yelled at him, tossing items belonging to the wh0res and icons of Ishtar. 

He only smirked, licking the blood from his fingertips. Upon the wall he wrote:

"Yeshua be here."

And left in the leather clad night.

 

((Sorry. Not really good on the ball. I was just thinking of how I wanted neon roses in a story))

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Red Velvet

Once upon a time, a girl walked through the door with someone. It was cold but something about it somehow felt like home.

She left the scarf there at his sister's house and he still has it, in his drawer even now.

His sweet disposition and her wide eyed gaze were singing in tbe car, getting lost upstate.

Autumn leaves were falling down like pieces into place and she still can picture it, after days.

 "And  I know it's long gone and the magic's not here no more and I might be okay but I'm not fine at all." She said.

I'm like some kind of supernova
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HoneyB

When I look back on my life it’s not that I don’t want to see things exactly as they happened, it’s just that I prefer to remember them in an artistic way. And truthfully the lie of it all is much more honest because I invented it. Clinical psychology tells us arguably that trauma is the ultimate killer. Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics. They can be lost forever. It’s sort of like my past is an unfinished painting and as the artist of that painting I must fill in all the ugly holes, and make it beautiful again. It’s not that I have been dishonest; it’s just that I loathe reality

For example those nurses, they're wearing next season Calvin Klein and so am I. And the shoes custom Giuseppe Zanotti. I tipped their gause caps to the side like Parisian berets because I think it's romantic, and I also think that mint will be very big in fashion next spring

Check out this nurse on the right; she's got a great ass. Bam.

The truth is back at the clinic they only wore those funny hats to keep the blood out of their hair. And that girl on the left she ordered gummy bears and a knife a couple of hours ago, they only gave her the gummy bears. I'd wish they'd only given me the gummy bears

You may say "I lost everything". But I still had my Be-Dazzler. And I had a lot of patches, shiny ones from M&J Trimming. So I wreaked havoc on some old denim. And I did what any girl would do; I did it all over again

The end:ally:

💋 𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕡 𝕐𝕒 ℂ𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕌𝕡💋🍪
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Poissonche

Twas the night before LG6 release. And then, I wake up. The world has ended due to unstopped global warming by greedy humanity. 97, alone on my watery rowboat - because the oceans have risen and submerged any land to ever exist - I hold my old ARTPOP CD tight against my chest. I cry, contemplating what used to be. I remember the people I used to love, to whom I never was able to say goodbye. I wonder if they're still alive somewhere, looking for me. I sing Brooklyn Nights, in my quiet broken voice. One last time. The sky above me becomes blurry. I never wake up again.

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RAMROD

Suriname is a country in South America that uses Dutch as majority language, Sranan Tongo is a creole  language also spoken there, made of English, Dutch, Portuguese, and West African languages. Population includes Natives, Dutch, Indonesian, Indian, Chinese, and runaway slaves (Maroons). :ohwell:

 

 

(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ✧*:・゚ dancin' until i'm dead (*´艸`*) ♡♡♡
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Andreu

There is this singer that used to be popular between 2009 and 2011 but now she is over. She can only get hits because of the superbowl and a movie these days, because we all know that every single song that has been performed on the Superbowl has reached top 10

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