As a Babysitter Sanny would love to try out his newest magic tricks to ‘wow’ the child. It first started out when he tried the good old ‘pulling a coin out from behind your ear’ trick and the moment he saw the girls eyes widen in shock he knew he had to try all the others on her. Now hes even teaching her how to do magic tricks to show off to mamman when he gets home (he even got her a cape and hat).
The only thing I have kept with me is a rabbit. He is a small token of my youth. He is the one thing that I have treasured and has seen all the places I have seen.
When asked if I would change how I was brought up, whether I would have been better off staying in one place all my life. My response is always the same. “I don’t know any different than this life. I wouldn’t change it because it has made me who I am today. It has matured me, made me stronger, made me value education and it has given me friends who (without this life) I wouldn’t have had the luxury to meet.”
“I am proud to say that my father was in the forces, he protected not just our family but everyones families, he had courage (which i try to have even a piece of) to go out and sacrifice his lifestyle so that I could have a good education. So that we would all be safe to have our everyday lives. I take nothing for granted because this life has taught me nothing is guaranteed. I could wake up on day and my father could be leaving for a few months… for a year. Would he come back? We wouldn’t know. It taught me from a young age the value of everything. To maybe have a few close friends than a hundred that know everything about you life just because they grew up in your neighbourhood.”
I am part of an exclusive club. A group so to speak. We are army children. We were the strange new kids appearing in your classes in the middle of the year. We were the ones you made up peculiar stories about. We grew up seeing the world, we were there for each other like our own little community because we all understood what our parents did for a living. When parents were posted away, we were the ones that rallied to each other to get through it. “Normal” children would never understand that. There was no exclusion because you had just moved in. You were all going through the same process.
“Aaahhhh! It’s not what it looks like! I promise! I’m keeping those for uh, an emergency! T-that’s right! An emergency! You know, to uh, use them against the white rabbit in case anything comes up with him!”
Here we go. Down this rabbit hole Of, How are you? What are you up to? And the dreaded Tell me about yourself. And I can’t Because there are stories inside of me Only I can see Only I can touch
with a gentle hand you pull me open curled up inside my spine you find me you make me brave you make me sensitive no, that was all me and you figured it out right around day three when jesus rose and begged a “forgive me” in the time he was gone i had already lost count of the times i wondered why i wasnt good enough
The hiss of the several shower heads filled the stone steam shower, filling it with steam as the hot water ran over him and the massaging heads drummed water down hard on his muscles. Joker tried to remember to relax and not let them get so tense but it was just so damn hard. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the stone as he scrubbed the soapy loofa across his chest, it had been a long day. A long week. So long, in fact, that he hadn’t realized he drifted off until hands snaked around his waist and jolted him awake. How long had he been asleep standing there, seconds? A minute? Fleeting sleep at its best was often a habit of Jokers. Ten second reboot. With a sharp inhaled breath he brought one hand to one of the hands around him, it had to be Harley. They were the only ones home.
“Hey looney-tune,” He hummed.
Stepping quietly into the glass box, Harley rested her cheek against his spine, arms snaking around his midsection. She didn’t startle when he did, smiling lightly and gently k i s s i n g his shoulderblade. Work must have been getting to him - now, when she asked him to come to bed in the evenings, it wasn’t just for her own good. Yawning softly against his back, she allowed the hot water to slide down her pale skin, soaking her from head to toe.
Griffin and Justin also mentioned in the first Spore video that they’ve been running out of good games with character customisation so that also might be why it hasn’t updated in a while?? Hopefully we get a new Monster Factory soon though!
ugh that’s true. i was hoping there would be a different reason… i dont want them to have to stop just because there aren’t any good games left :( i wonder if they would ever consider going back and make a new character in a game they’ve already done? i’m sure it would be just as funny tbh i don’t see them running out of jokes to make in some of these games
This is a bit of a slow, smooth, sorta-psychedelic song. Very much late 1960s type stuff, and it’s probably one of the most famous Jefferson Airplane songs. Reminds me a little bit of some of the slower Doors songs. I like it, and I hope you do too.
Band: Jefferson Airplane Genre: Folk/Psychedelic/Acid Rock Song: White Rabbit