• Member Since 8th Mar, 2013
  • offline last seen Feb 24th, 2015

Swimmingly


Like a neglected and dejected pup, I roam. Also known as Swimmingly "Herr Direktor" Choppingston.

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I break rocks on my families rock farm, I'm not sure why I do but I always feel as I have to.

I remember having memories other than farming rocks, I just can't remember what they
Were.

This is my daily routine.

Chapters (2)
Comments ( 6 )

I don't even...

Psssh... Nothen personnel... Kid
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4655764 pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssh

I agree it's awful, I jaut felt like publishing something unrefined.

Also fag is fun to say.

I am a sucker for unrefined, plain thought presented as itself.

This was unrefined, plain thought. Ideas, feelings given form in words.

I get the feeling we've only scratched the surface with these two stories. The only part I wasn't a total fan of was the rock jokes.

5497372 really, darn that was like the best bit.

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