the life of a penny, what would they say?

art yummmmmmm i have this adobe shop thing and i'm going to start adding some fun stuff wohhhhhhh

poem! lets write a poem.

i love his white teeth
kissing my finger tips
those black velvet lips
brushing them sweetly
we play all night long
they dance and we sing
are voices colliding together
into a beautiful harmony

woooohhhhh I love the piano, biatch, and i'm getting good
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm story time?


Janis was a small quite girl who had a very strange dream, which became a very strange thought, which then turned into a very strange sound coming from her mouth. Before little J could do a thing it had already popped out of her pretty little mouth and collided with the coolness of the air. Now, the air was slightly offended at what was said, and quickly began to stir into a rather angry cloud. The tears it wept clung to her braided hair and her red cheeks. Not much one could do, but wish for an umbrella. What did Janis say? Or think or dream, perhaps it was something that turned the earth , or maybe killed the little yellow mocking bird? No, it was in fact the thought of what in the lord.......is a wind?

She'd never seen one of course, but she was determined from that point onward to find one, and shake it's hand, or ...er something, and become it's friend. It must be a lonely wind she thought, for no one ever talks much about it.

And so she embarked on her journy through what she believed was the right path, and none could refuse her the right of belief when all things are made possible in the minds of over imaginative girls. Of course Janis didn't think she was over imaginative. But as she grew grey and tired, she lost the will to continue, and so died before she ever shook the winds hand.

But he shook her, and carried the frail body of wrinkled skin to the ocean, until dust she became, and he blew her away.