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Disney World I eased the car into the the valet lane and looked at my little girl who had drifted asleep in a pile of her stuffed animals who just had to come to Disney with us. I shock her lightly as Dustin rushed out of the car needing to pee. She blinked awake and yawned.
"Yes Daddy?" she asked in her cute voice.
"We're in Disney little one." I said turning off the car. She squealed and sat up and ran out of the car. I got out and picked up the teddy bears that had fallen out of the car. Star smiled at me as she pulled her suit case out if the truck. Romeo had gotten a bell boy and was now trying to tell him how to do his job.
"Little one come here." I told my daughter who was asking a cast member about Mickey.
She ran over saying, "Yes! Yes Daddy what do you want now?" She could get sassy at time but I let it slide. Star gave me a look that said don't let her be rude but hell we were in Disney.
"You need to get all the guy
F-0728 My computers could sense she was injured badly but I was not permitted to come any closer to her. Her body lied crumpled on the ground face down. Her knees had feel close to her chest and were now soaking in the blood that was trickling out from the gun shoot wound in her stomach. My sensor receptors detected motion to the left of me I trued to visualize the man lower the gun to his side. I memorized his face, his mannerisms and stored it in my memory bank. He looked blank and detached from the room like a businessman at a stock meeting. He looked unfeeling. I tried stepping closer to her but another bodyguard got in my way. I wouldn’t be any help to her with a bullet whole in my transistors. I turned to the man who had brought us here and ordered her shooting. He was a scientific engineer. He wanted the blue prints to my design and Ellie wouldn’t give it to him. I memorized his face as well.
“I am sorry about
LeonaDo you ever feel like magic is real?
As if it clings to us hanging on to our bodies like the moistness in the air.
It has an energy all it's own.
We could fell it if our minds didn't pretend it wasn't there.
We fool ourselves in to a false sense of security.
We all get our own reality.
It keeps us sane.
I could be insane than.
Maybe I'm the only fool around.
I could be trapped in the bowls of my own imagination.
But I can hear him. His voice thick like syrup with a hint of fairy dust.
Was he a fairy?
I've never seen his face.
He hasn't aloud me to but I feel him.
I can feel his body.
His hands on my shoulders.
I know his name it's like a whisper.
Someone breathing in you ear.
How can I love him? I've never seen.
He could be a white haired old man with a wrinkled face.
But I do love him with great care.
I can't know how but love it is no doubt.
At his touch I see a world different from mine.
Color without names, shapes without sides and people.
The Most Dangerous Game Love is a dangerous lying emotion. It wears many masks of deception. It turns humans into fools of sentiment and ignorance. It's not for whimsical teenagers who duel in it's domain. Love is for the binding of souls not for a couple days of light romance with a good looking chick. It's not for holding hands, a kiss on the check, an empty promise, or a cheap dates to the movies. It's not meant for those afraid of sex. Don't confuse making love with the need for pleasure. Sex has two forms porn and ecstasy and the fusing of souls. True love is pledged often and found rarely. It comes with a responsibility few can handle and a tolerance even fewer have. It was God's gift to lonely men and empty souls. It's a word not meant to be thrown away as an off handed comment.
If you feel brave enough to play this game of fools stay armed with an open mind and a mature heart. Love deeply, Love forever, and love wisely. For you play a game not even the most devote gamer with the best cheat
Falcon sat in the living room listening to the sound of his father-in-law fencing. He listen for the swish of the sword and tried to imagine the flicks of Gomez's wrist. He tried to picture the fight. He imagined he way Morticia just stood gracefully in one spot in her tight dress with long spider-like tail at the bottom. Her wrist the only part of her that moved as if this was far to easy for her. Gomez on the other hand hoped every which way around the room trying to out fight is beloved Caidata. Gomez sweats during his fencing fight if Falcon could remember right.
"Dear, I'm must go feed Cleopatra." he heard Morticia's flustered voice say.
"All right my sweet." he could see Gomez take the cigar out of his mouth and drop the ashes on the floor. "Come on my boy."
Falcon ignored this comment thinking he must be talking to Pugsley.
"Falcon draw up your sword."
"Mr. Addams I can't.." Falcon looked into the general direction of the voice.
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