i don't think i like my friends very much. they're kind of annoying. actually that's not true. they're just more exciting. but what am i supose to do? i'm tired, i don't have the energy to try and upstage them. even if the attention they get makes me steam. but it's hard when your best friends a model. tall blonde skinny. what am i supose to do? it's hard to be the ugly friend. and i don't even think i'm that ugly! but comparatively, i know what people are thinking. so right the answer to my problems is a simple mathematical escape. please review to the following: (oh bill nye :)

(doc martens)                                            (a good hike)

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my escape, i really just want to be in the woods
the mountains are my favorite place in the world, staying in the south were things are warm and familiar and they love you if you have a drawl. making a life for my self, out here, is ideal

another story

Eloise Aseir was not a normal girl, in fact the doctor would used the term abnormal. Yes she was average height; five foot seven. And of average build; one hundred and twenty five pounds. But Dr. Undongo sensed something wrong, a primal instinct that new something was very wrong. And as he watch through the glass of the testing room laying somewhat menacingly on the hospital bed he felt the hairs on the back of his neck erect. He felt the thick pulse of adrenaline as his fight or flight instincts emerged. He touched his hand to the glass and looked again at the, quite beautiful, girl. Her dark hair laid into thick curls, she had dewy pink skin and high cheek bones, a small straight nose. All she wore now were hospital clothes and if the doctor were not so afraid of her he'd probably fuck her. That's what they did sometimes with coma patients. It was a dark secret put a necessary one. Dr. Undongo preferred to be in control of his patients and the sexual release onto the coma patient was just what he needed. He checked the moniter, her heart rate was low and an adjacent moniter indicated her brain activity was also low

a story

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Prologue.

The sacred woman was dewy with pregnancy, with soft feminine features that oddly but pleasantly contrasted her usually more geometric face. The woman had the tan, glowing skin of an earth goddess; and her thick, dark hair seemed an organic frame around her face. The woman’s name was Aurora. The first woman of the city in over a hundred years and now she was to have their child.

Chapter 1.

Hyperion was pissed. He ran through the crowded city naked and red-faced from embarrassment, the other men when they saw him nearly laughed so hard they nearly choked. But he just ran, passed the square market place where old men would sell meats and clothing and animals. Passed the rotting church now used as a brothel; filled with women that never left their harem. Hyperion ran all the way to the city walls and around again until he ran through the gates. He felt the soft wheat against his legs as they moved swiftly, with a masculine grace across the cities surrounding fields until he reached the edge of the forest where he abruptly stopped and fell back into the crop. He relaxed his muscles and breathed hard and strong, letting the air be filled and released from his lungs. He lay naked in the vast golden fields and gently closed his eyes to escape the pounding embarrassment the came upon him as he realized what he had done.