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Key To the Fairytale

Dear Diary writes the Queen in her journal about a mirror of such imagery in which you can live soo vicariously of peasants and slaves oh the high coo of an owl The princess is a verse poetic you'll learn to recognise She comes across a book that writes itself and for each that hold it it writes differently but in a verse soo free The prince is a story of prose personal experiences out looking for love to face his nemesis he has been trained through mazes of gardens and staues keys and paintings to find out how to unlock doors to lead him to his oracle his shimmering prize speaking in riddle Quote the peasant and the vampire has his own psychic attack The wizard will reveal in his ballad stories of false prophets giving the true one cursed not to know he is true a place to hide To whom it may concern, sincerely the jester. Dear mother dear father, dear lawyer, dear lover, dear martyr, How can one fool inspire the wise from laughter to life lessons of modern day tears of spy training and politics that just isn't funny! Paragraphs for the hag The Queens parrallel to curse the peasant everyone quotes The witch dreams Os to fool your eyes three times The king's story is all first person The false prophets and martyrs are all narratives and in them the vampire whispers hidden in the valley of shadows Lymericks and other idiocies tell the peasants story like how writing makes me stupid And somewhere in this mess there is a tortured victim writing speaches, standing for something and in all these layers can you find the solution to how we've cursed the ghost with this fairytale magic in the puzzle pieces in the riddles in the layers there is a ghost writer speaking to you!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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