Flying up? Flying down? I can't tell, it's not fair!
Just faster and faster, my knotholes are stinging...
and woooo! deja vu! that telephone, ringing and ringing!
in that trunk over yonder, the mark of a door, I swing it open.
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Flying up? Flying down? I can't tell, it's not fair!
Just faster and faster, my knotholes are stinging...
And look who's there! It's the Pope and,and woooo! deja vu! that telephone, ringing and ringing!
in that trunk over yonder, the mark of a door, I swing it open.
And look who's there! It's the Pope and,
A choirboy smiling and laughing like demons...
Since you're the OP why not allow you to decide it. Maybe you can end one story in some appropriate way then announce a new story.As my roots anchored in from morning til nigh.
WE NEED A RULE AS TO WHEN TO BEGIN A NEW STORY LINE.. ANY IDEAS?
Since you're the OP why not allow you to decide it. Maybe you can end one story in some appropriate way then announce a new story.
No, you.okay.. at anytime anyone feels the story line is getting too long or boring... end it. hahaha I feel this one
has played out.. so someone start a new story.
and quite frankly, this whole thing is bizarre.I know it wasn't myself or them, so I'm wondering if it was you.
I also wonder who you are...
My head slipped under and then came the mower,And I begin to feel so sleepy.. I begin to yawn.
I drift off to sleep as I sink lower and lower...