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"If everybody minded their own business,
the world would go around a great deal faster than it does."
- Lewis Carroll, Alice in wonderland.

Devious Info

  • Current Residence: Israel
  • Interests: Photographing, piano, books.
  • Favourite poet or writer: Philippa Gregory

Robot Boy.

Wed Oct 21, 2009, 6:26 AM
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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.
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Whoaaa, I just love Tim Burton<3

  • Mood: It's Hot
  • Listening to: Muse

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:iconwhitespiritwolf:
Thanks for the fav! :hug:

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Standing alone in the night,
no stars and no moon to guide me.
I’m living in a world without magic,
a world without hope.

Mother Earth is crying over her children
but nobody listens.
It’s the hour of the wolf
And there is no return.
:iconoripiano:
תודה לך על הפייבוריטס ! :rose:
שבת שלום 3333> והמשך שבוע מצויין.
:iconp-parentaladvisory:
על לא דבר:)

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You don't need to suffer to be a poet.
Adolescence is enough suffering for anyone.
:iconkoda12:
Thanks a lot for the Fav :iconrainbowwaveplz1::iconrainbowwaveplz2::iconrainbowwaveplz3:

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" Photography is a brief complicity between foresight and chance "
[John Stuart Mill]
:iconsekach:
Thank you for the fav!:)
:iconp-parentaladvisory:
תודה:)

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You don't need to suffer to be a poet.
Adolescence is enough suffering for anyone.
:iconkoda12:
:iconthankuplz::iconcarameldansenplz:

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" Photography is a brief complicity between foresight and chance "
[John Stuart Mill]
:iconp-parentaladvisory:
Your'e welcome:)

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You don't need to suffer to be a poet.
Adolescence is enough suffering for anyone.
:iconnuclearcookies:
wow... Amazing gallery!

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