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I cant wait to explore this world this fantasy of a world. Blake Dickens's world is so majestic I couldnt help stare endlessly blankly into his make - shift creation of a universe. I find it very beautiful and dangerously alluring that it captures the mystical feeling of godliness. The i - MAGE is one of his known works and he became trending hot topic for book worms like me.
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Thoughts of the past hit me but Im not one to complain since Im not there anymore. Im here. What ever here is. I could help but feel flustered of my actions that I was the one at fault for not watching where i was going and having my nose stuck to the book I was reading. Now that I think about it its a laughable topic to discuss.I hope no one saw that. The recent accident where a lady kept her eyes on her book instead of the road. I can heard the sneakering from holding of their laughter and the embarrassing incident replayed in my head like a broken record.
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This is just exactly as the book had stated with a bit alternation here and there. Like the sky is supposed to be an ombre hue of violet and violet and sun set color. I was again in awe of everything that was surrounding me. The sky the ground the peace. The animals in which are settling their ways no sign of any carnivours yet. I pray that I NEVER encounter any of them. I was frightened.
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I must be dreaming. This is all too good to be true and so real. I can't believe it. I'm in his world. If the author were here he would collapse and faint in excitement cause he is born with a silver pen (silver tongue is known to be able to predict good future and fortune into those that poccess it) Blake deserves it all of the words turned out into a masterful master piece that deserves all the recognition and reward that the current real world has to offer. But playing god is one NOT to be played with. Because he is our creator
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Or I bump my head way too hard. And this all makes more sense if I hit my head and started imagining the whole world as my big oyster. And that my wishes would come true like to be teleported into a world free from the problems of the world and to live extraordinary without a care in the world. A simple yet now attainable because I'm NOT dreaming nor am I crazy for making this up. Civilization. I don't remember since Blake's i - MAGE was a newly bought novel and I couldn't wait to read it and I was only one - eight percent of the book. Their are things that are bazaar to me
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Am I seeing this right? It feels like im in one of my dreams my fantasies of rainbows unicorn i scan the area of my radar my type of heaven to be in this place fields and field of unique florals some are a bit weird looking but as long as they are harm less and require me to stay in their habitat with out with no bad intention of harming me or eating me alive or killing / attacking me till I lose my life. Which is my second chance from an generous deity from up above.
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I pinch myself again and agin not dream. Looks like a vision to be in here.
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Its real! I slurped some known pink huge juicy juice that came from the fruit that tasted like plump peach with a hint of strawberries and chilled peach that gave me a sugar rush of glucose that might give me diabetes and cavities but since its natural sugar I suppose its healthy for me to consume as I took another look at it. Blue. Deep baby blue that was attractively scrumptious looking. It was just pink ish orange just a while ago I was sure of it. Then now its very emerald ish green . what could this mean.
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Then i can her some flowers tune of a door chaims or either small bells used for a dog collar bone tag. These flowers are drooped down with their anthea with the end of it with small balls that resemble a bell and also function as one. I am above delighted and bewildered at it unique arid exoticness and difference among the others that makes it one of a kind
As I was dancing I paused my female intution or rather gut feeling said that someone was watching me. A creep perhaps? It might be the wind though I am very cautious as take precautions beforehand.
Yippy Yay!! Jump up and down to a rhythm of my gleeful spirit
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As the wet mud made the ground slippery. I slipped.
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