Friday, March 9, 2012

my parents

.... so for a few days now ive been travelling to find the place made of stone to try and find the others like me, i've travelled far from the woods..very far and i found the places made of stone, there were many, but there is one paticular story about the many places of stone ive found...you see today i heard alot of hype about a man named tim burton, they say he made others like me, and i found my way to this large building ..there were many people there, i wondered were they all there to see the others like me?... was this my home?...would i find my home there?...when i got inside i saw it was just that...they "like" me but not me :( so i continued and on my way out i found a piece of paper with something interesting on it, this sounds like the stories of where i come from, but it was written by edward gorey, a man who died many years ago now.. so he couldnt be my father either.. was it his brother?

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