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Current Residence: Israel
Interests: Photographing, piano, books.
Favourite poet or writer: Philippa Gregory
Robot Boy.
Wed Oct 21, 2009, 6:26 AM
~ Mr. an Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life. They were a normal, happy husband and wife. One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad. Mrs. Smith would would be a mom which would make him the dad! But something was wrong with their bundle of joy. It wasn't human at all, it was a robot boy! He wasn't warm and cuddly and he didn't have skin. Instead there was a cold, thin layer of tin. There were wires and tubes sticking out of his head. He just lay there and stared, not living or dead.
The only time he seemed alive at all was with a long extension cord plugged into the wall.
Mr. Smith yelled at the doctor, "What have you done to my boy? He's not flesh and blood, he's aluminum alloy!"
The doctor said gently, "What I'm going to say will sound pretty wild. But you're not the father of this strange looking child. You see, there still is some question about the child's gender, but we think that its father is a microwave blender."
The Smith's lives were now filled with misery and strife. Mrs. Smith hated her husband, and he hated his wife. He never forgave her unholy alliance: a sexual encounter with a kitchen appliance.
And Robot Boy grew to be a young man.
Though he was often mistaken for a garbage can. ~ Whoaaa, I just love Tim Burton<3
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Standing alone in the night,
no stars and no moon to guide me.
Im living in a world without magic,
a world without hope.
Mother Earth is crying over her children
but nobody listens.
Its the hour of the wolf
And there is no return.
שבת שלום 3333> והמשך שבוע מצויין.
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You don't need to suffer to be a poet.
Adolescence is enough suffering for anyone.
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" Photography is a brief complicity between foresight and chance "
[John Stuart Mill]
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You don't need to suffer to be a poet.
Adolescence is enough suffering for anyone.
--
" Photography is a brief complicity between foresight and chance "
[John Stuart Mill]
--
You don't need to suffer to be a poet.
Adolescence is enough suffering for anyone.
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