Imaginative Local Youth
I'm a human-hybrid
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He is my neverending friend, my soulmate, my toys.
Buzzy, that’s what he called.
I love him more than he loves his food(s). He always barking at the grocer or post man. He hates mouse but loves cat(s). He hates thunderstorm and rain, i couldn’t help to hear his high-irrevocably-tone every time the thunder is coming. He bites a little bit. He loves to smile especially after eating the plastic ball belongs to my neighboor. And Life is never been such easy without buzzy sit next to me. God, thank(s) you for sending me this giantic creature. And i lied, every time i said, “he’s silly and the most stupid dog in the world”. Honestly, he is amazing.
Love you dear golden-brown-stinky-yet-shiny-eye-ball!
dhea.
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for the very first time, i hope its a last one..
Buzzy bite me.
It begins when the chicken accidently commit suicide by flying to our yard, for a long long time, Buzzy keep his mouth over the chicken. But i forbid him to continue his murder. And after the chicken was safe, he bite me. My leg feel so numb. And i end up in the ER. i hate those people surrounding my foot knitting my leg just like my dead-grandma usually do. But I’m okay now. I’m just feel a little bit dizzy.
When i get home, i see that buzzy feel sorry for me, he gives his hand to me with his innocent-silly eyes. i can’t stand it, so i forgive him. please don’t run over chicken again, dear boy, kinda frustrating for me seeing neighbor’s pet dead by you. thank God the chicken still alive, and my leg still capable of walking.
well, i guess, i have to find a new toy for him. So he won’t look for the other “toy” outside our home.
*apologize for the grammatical gross. good day sweet people!
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He’s not a monster, or maybe if its true, i love my monster. He hurt me just once, he promise me, and i hurt him even more. I’m the one who should be blame, not him.imaginative local youth.
Hi, my name is Dhea. I have a simple life with complicated mind.
