A real train-ing schoolNOTE: The engines in this story are NOT meant to be based off of those in Thomas. They are meant to be based off those in the Tootles. When imagining Anthony as a train, just look a picture of Tootles online. There also is a snapshot of the other engines somewhere on the net, and imagine the other engines looking something like them.
This is the Story of Anthony Wayne.
your every day average young boy down the lane.
He lived in a two story red brick house
with his mother Maddy, who was his father Gus' spouse.
He was a smart little boy, with hight self esteem.
No wonder he became captain of the school baseball team.
He also was really kindhearted as well.
Not afraid to ever come out of shell
and be open with others, even a crowd.
That made most of his acquintances rather proud.
But sometimes, I'm afraid that being nice can't save you.
But money I'm afraid can certainly deprave you.
Deprave means make wicked for those who are dumb
or still little babies sucking their thumbs
For his paren
Babar vs the hunter and westboro baptist church 2Now all of Celesteville was in a total panic! The hunter who they thought had perished years ago was alive and was out to revoke their protection rights so that he could hunt them all again! And the biggest non-conservatve hate group on earth and the second biggest (and most misognist) were on his side!
Naturally, all the citizens were swarming the palace asking Babar about what they were going to do. He had no idea so he eventually had the barricade the palace doors tight.
“Oh Celeste...” Babar said miserably. “I’m...I just have no idea what to do!”
“There there BAbar.” Celeste said kindly. “You’ve just been under so much stress.”
“I’m the king.” Babar said. “Everyone turns to ME for guidance...”
“We turned to you for guidance before you were king.” Celeste pointed out. “Do you remember when we were children and the hunter was after us? We probably all would have been dead if yo
Babar vs the hunter and westboro baptist church 1What happens when the 80s televisions most beloved elephant meets his not-quite dead old enemy and the world's biggest (and most infamous) non-conservative hate group? Hillarity!
“May I come out now Caleste?” King Babar called from inside his room.
“Not yet Babar.” Caleste replied.
“I don’t see why I’ve got to stay in here.” Babar said. “I mean who could possibly be coming that would require me to wait in here until they show up?”
“It’s a surprise.” Caleste replied.
Babar was confused. As the king of Calesteville, and the one who had saved his herd from the hunter and introduced them to civilization, he deserved info on these matters.
All of a sudden, Babar's two trusted advisors, Cornelius and Pompadour showed up.
"I say Caleste, how is our king doing?" he asked.
"He's wondering why he has to stay in his room until the guest shows up." Caleste replied. "By the way, any news from madame?"
"She called an
Pockets Full of PosyNow it's back to square one
I've been around here, years, days, months
My arms only reach into circles
It's blues, reds and purples
That soothe heads and service the purposes
Turning so serpentine, loosening, turpentine
Turn on on dimes, dive for the rest of us, lurk alive
Looking alive's a jive way to die early
But everyone here's gonna die
So pardon me for not wanting to put up with it
Motherless stars being sung about young from the mothership
Under this summer of tons and tissue bloody
Fun is a fleeting concept, it's no wonder
That love is so wondrous, hover this hand over my lips
Just smother it
No I mean covet it
No I mean loving is something to tumble with
Stumble to find yourself loving it
Don't take away my life
I've been turned into glass and I've been shattered twice
But don't take away my knife
I need it to walk to meet you in the night - so don't
Make me say it twice
(I love you)
(I want you)
(I need you, just don't make me)
Wonder if it is all worth it,
And for you
Divination as a Means of Finding a Way Back 1. I say nothing I am thinking.
For twelve years I have wanted
to do exactly this, but suddenly
pronouncing my own name calls up
the question of who it belongs to
in the same breath Like
Solomon I was born a singer
but in the wrong key and my
chords will not carry me, will not
summon the wolves to me only
packs of hungry dogs
stupid with domestication
but nearly feral And like
a hungry ghost I have learned
not to speak against those
who will give me food
2. A sketch of myself.
He says I must have been born
in the wrong culture, he says. I got a taste of
the crackling heat here, heat to drive you crazy,
and suddenly I open my wide arms for
New Orleans, find myself needing the wind from
the Great Plains. Like a buffalo I have the spirit
of the Sun and I carry it with me. I am a plant
of burnt umber,
How to be an AbsurdistAt some point you gotta own up to your summations
Rape credit where it's due
Look at these pyramid creations
Complicated as the constellations, stellar as the nebuloid
Embellish mellow melodies
Deceptacon of pleasant void
I found a home in the abyss, I am the convoy
Of overthinking shit until the words become a scripture, and the meaning is this
Do not think, shit, it's obvious
These zombies got the right idea
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