|I like that favourite.|
That's a nice favourite.
Cream DreamI walk around the set of a movie in production. Although I’m not a fan of western movies, I still find myself there in a frilly, light blue dress typically worn by showgirls, along with dark brown curls put up in a ridiculously large style that could only be achieved on my head as a wig. Tables, chairs, and anything else made of wood surround me as I realize I am in a stereotypical bar of the nineteenth century.Cream Dream by TheOriginalBeatleBug
Suddenly, in walks through the double-doors George Harrison, wearing a navy blue suit with a pale blue ruffled button-up shirt underneath. Many emotions fill inside my dolled-up body as reality sinks in; George Harrison? The George Harrison? Here? In this movie? His presence only seems to make me laugh in baffled confusion; after all, he’s been dead for almost ten years. How could this be?
However, there is no one to answer my question. In fact, no one seems to acknowledge my existence; all eyes are on Mr. Harrison. A certain pair of eyes are glued ont
Six BallsSix balls that sit on a bed or the floor,Six Balls by TheOriginalBeatleBug
Six balls that were once filled with happiness before.
These balls, they were full, but now are deflated
Because of the way things have become situated.
A ball filled with sunshine, a ball filled with hearts,
A ball filled with music, a ball filled with smarts,
A ball filled with actions, a ball filled with flowers;
If only a pump of hope could fill us this hour.
Nana and Pa's HousePast the mailbox and up the hill,Nana and Pa's House by TheOriginalBeatleBug
In the driveway and through the door,
We bring our belongings inside like immigrants
Tired from our long trip.
Welcome arms that have waited all day
Help do so with great care
As we pile ourselves in
Past the cheesy knickknacks,
Past the staring owls,
Past the faded strawberries,
Until we’ve reached the angels and bells
That watch over us as we sleep.
In the morning, we will be joined
With family and friends
That we’d seen so long ago.
The growing children wander around
And tinker with the cheesy knickknacks
And the staring owls,
But don’t touch the faded strawberries,
Or the angels and bells
That sit on the shelves
As each day goes on.
Hallo people of Persia! (one of my favourite quotes from Veggie Tales ^^)
I, along with my buddy Sodesi, are starting a donation pool as an attempt to get a Premium Membership
The reason this is so important is cos there has been a lot going on lately... my mother's making corny jokes and strange noises that she thinks are funny... my father's aging... my brother... I really don't know what he is... my other brother's growing grey hair already... and my sister's not here to comfort me AND I LOST MY FAVOURITE PENNY NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
...ok, maybe all of that's not much of a problem in my life sorry... I feel bad now I'll tell you what: mebe if you give me a point I can give you a llama? OOOOOOOOOR I can take requests from any of you lovely people ^^ And I'm not saying you HAVE to donate, I'm just saying you can I don't want to force peoples into doing stuff they don't want to do, like listen to sad sob stories like this terrible excuse above (although everything up there is trueWHAT)
If you do choose to donate to either me or Sodesi, we'd really appreciate it!