Prison Break Part I

It was a dry cold day at 3.
I was swimming around minding my own business one afternoon when I heard a knock on the walls of my confinement space. It was the little eraser whom all the other stationery referred to as Rubba. He was blue and red in colour and moved around hobbling since [...]

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Guns N’ Roses Chinese Democracy?

What democracy? In my world, there’s no such thing as democracy. Caged, bored and dirty, that’s my world. if anything, it does NOT scream democracy. No freedom, no liberty.
Yes, please excuse me, I’m just babbling again. You’d be babbling too if you were a miserable little fish swimming around in filth.
But, what I really wanted to [...]

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