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As realisation is hit on the head with the promise of happiness turned into dread, with the touch of a keyboard, a characters made. The recipient now believes foundations laid. But wait, what was that? Was a fantasy sewn? Was a seed in the mind of a debutant grown? Was a promise of love, henceforth…

As realisation is hit on the head with the promise of happiness turned into dread, with the touch of a keyboard, a characters made. The recipient now believes foundations laid.

But wait, what was that? Was a fantasy sewn? Was a seed in the mind of a debutant grown? Was a promise of love, henceforth happiness known? Or were words just exchanged as psychosis is shown?

To be honest, it’s scary to live on the net. You never quite know all the people you’ve met. So, I ponder a life in a well structured way. Well that’s just not for me, coz I think it’s all gay!

Please stay safe in your dealings with strangers out there. Some people are nice, but most cunts are unfair. They get in your mind and stumble around, they pick and they pick until weakness is found.

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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