The love for words can be expressed through poetry. The words are written in such confusion thta they only make sense to the reader. That can be everyone if so it can still have different ideas. I love the words and just wantt to eat them up. But that is not a good idea to eat.
Notice the chocolate, the disgusting chocolate. A food most known for being good. Well just for heads up it's gross. End of Story. It melts and is gooey and reminds me of poop. SO it became on my list of DO NOT EAT. Simple as counting to 3. just let it be.
Ever seen a demon cat. I own one. Her name is Meow-Meow. The day that lucifer came and promoted her was the 11th of August. Mom told me to take izzy out of the house,our other cat, cause those two are not on the leg. Anyways Izzyy hides under the table to get away from the demon. I had to get in a lunge position to get her. But i collect Izzy in my arms, sadly though the demon cat seems to spot her. She comes flying at my leg but I kick her so perfectly she didn't reach me. I then am having scratch the top of my leg trying to escape. I turn toward her, The BAM the demon cat is on my leg and not coming off. Suddenly Izzy breaks free and runs out the door. As time begins to pass it became red and puffy. 10 days later we go to the doctors and the darn demon gave me a staff infection.One thing is for sure I hate demons cat.
Sometimes there is that one moment when that I'm ecstatic about the existent of the ground. The main time those cases occur is when I fall flat on my face. For typical people that is once in a blue moon, but sadly that is not the case here. I have officially decided I am accident-prone. Maybe I can blame it on my hereditary but it could also just be me.
One very important question, ever fallen off a horse? NO? Well then how about something horrible then been so scared cause you are doing the same stupid thing again? One scenario that could quite possible is with horse. Imagine three girls, one tall with blond hair, another with dirty blonde hair, and another with colorful hair(that’s me). Now they are all preparing to ride a horse bareback. The colorful hair and the dirty blone will ride first. They begin the ride soon after the plan has been made. The tall blond then leaves the dirty blonde to steer and walk it. Soon the horse began to tote, and my fear begins to bubble like acid in my throat. It hurts so much and i feel my body begins to move and then i wrap my arms around the blonde and meet the ground. We left an imprint.