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Morning war is the best kind of war there is. You wake up with the other person's arms around you and maybe he bombs you. Softly. Your eyes flutter open and you see all that makes him devastating. Maybe he maliciously rolls onto you, and the two of you fight in the glow of the morning. And then he bombs you again. This time it's a little more harmful, and you catch a glint of something in his eyes. He wants you. And you want him, too. He bombs you more and it gradually gets harder, more passionate. Piece by piece, whatever clothing you fell asleep in comes off and before you know it, your naked bodies are basking in the

I. I decided to explore one cool summer, the paths that weave throughout my neighborhood. Little did I know what I would un-cover. I stepped a little further into the wood than I had in my previous ventures, and probably further than I ever should. Before too long I came upon a fixture, a gate made of stone now stood in my way. From behind the stones appeared a strange creature, a creature I recognized from my younger days. The Goblin King, Jareth took me by the hand and said "Baby, don't ask questions, just obey." And I did not fight as he showed me a land that I never knew lay behind my yard; my nighttime jaunt became a journ

That clown has a clapboard covered in knick knacks; his crinkled knees fail to scare me. The car in the parking lot -- the one with the spare tire on the back? -- isn't mine but it reminds me of someone -- of someone I wish I had never known. There's a shadow cast on the east entrance and I get the feeling that those eastward leaning trees know something I don't. Your record's broken, and no one knows how that clown got a hold of it. I've had it with this cigarette. I've had it with that clown. That dress stopped looking good on you, and I stopped loving you years ago.

I'll love you forever, he said with a sigh as he carved her name in the old oaken tree; but she gave no answer, no blink of an eye. He traced her name in the sand ever so dry, but the tide came in and she never would see. I'll love you forever, he said with a sigh. He asked her what she'd do if he were to imply that it was her who he wanted to marry; but she gave no answer, no blink of an eye. He lay down with her in the month of July -- he caressed her skin, and kissed her so gently. I'll love you forever, he said with a sigh. Let's be together 'til the moon leaves the sky and live, just the two of us in a world that's so free;

A wall was now placed where the old window once looked out over the vast ruins that used to be a small village. From inside the room you would never know that there was ever a window, and no one had looked up at the house from the outside in decades. Inside the house lived a small boy, a slightly smaller girl, and their much larger father, none of whom ever left the house. The children would often question their father as to why they could not leave, but the answers never came, and day after day they all remained locked within the confines of the house. One day, their father became very ill. The children begged him to let them run and fetch