Noise of disapproval.I really need to stop having issues and just do it already.
StrangersWe essentially live in a world of strangers. Not strangers as in the dark and scary people we warn the children about, strangers as in everyone. You, me, the bloke that lives across the street from you. We're all strangers, to someone at least.Strangers
A stranger by definition is as follows:
1. One who is neither a friend nor an acquaintance. 2. A foreigner, newcomer, or outsider. 3. One who is unaccustomed to or unacquainted with something specified; a novice: a stranger to our language; no stranger to hardship.
We're all strangers.
Walking through town with a bag of chips is a place you can
The Amazing Spider-Tires"Spider-Man! Spider-Man! Does whatever a... a..." Struggling for breath, Spider-Man hung onto the wall of his apartment building. "I'll get to the roof in just a second. Just a second." Looking down to see how far he had come, his open window just a few feet away stared back at him.The Amazing Spider-Tires
“Mommy! Mommy, look! It's Spider-Man!” Looking further down, Spider-Man saw a little boy wearing a shirt with his face on it and his mother looking up at him.
“Well son, it's kind of hard to miss him these days,” she said as she took the child's arm and led him away. Spider-Man's apartment was on the 3rd floor. Spider-
Journal of the Bit Unlikely 2Well. Blimey. That was a... how long has it been? However long it's been, it's been that and a half.Journal of the Bit Unlikely 2
Since my last entry, been a busy little Lord of Time. Had a nice time-wimey adventure with a Sparrow, there were 4 things and a lizard, Martha complained a lot, an incident with some space goo stuff comes to mind and after all that I decided the good old TARDIS could use with some refuelling.
Off to Cardiff with me then. Just a routine, I thought. Martha asks Cardiff like it's the most boring place in the universe to arrive to, I do my open my mouth and keep talking thing and then I notice. The rift has been active, a
Journal of the Bit UnlikelyRight then. Me and a journal. Worked as a human, why not give it a go now? Seems a bit more appropriate to be typing it in over physically writing it. Well, for me at least.Journal of the Bit Unlikely
So a journal of what I've been doing. Don't exactly have to do it, my big ol' head can store enough. Can't call myself a blogger, this isn't exactly something I can post with a cute little emote of my mood. So what am I doing this for. Maybe to feel a bit human again. Maybe part of me needs to.
Martha, she's gone to rest that last little adventure off. Can't blame her really. Even the best of humans need it after something like that.
Shame
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Blessed are the bold, for they shall be masters of the world.
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