Author Archives: TheImaginator

About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using Stumbleupon.com, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.

Roots

ight this way” beckoned the hooded lady. We had been travelling through the mists for some time.  Unable to see more than a few feet on front of us, we were entirely reliant upon the tinkle of the little bell … Continue reading

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Quotas

uotas are part of our nature. *Swearing follows* For instance, some say we have a limited quota of fucks to give.  It’s their way of measuring our lifespan, because life is short and so is our quota of how many … Continue reading

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Perseverance and self-restraint

erseverance is everything when it comes to fulfilling my ambitions. I know this because sometimes I thought things would never work out, but they did, and it was because I persevered.  All it took was to make a plan and … Continue reading

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Ode to lust

ral fixation I want to kiss your lips, your cheeks, your neck I don’t care who sees

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No one like you

othing captures my imagination As the thought of gazing into your eyes Lost as if immersed in sweet libation As we both melt into each other’s sighs Shared languages together we would know Share our music, fun, memories and time … Continue reading

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Menace

andrake bombs!  Now!”  Amadeo shouted over his shoulder as he cracked the reins, “and bring out the box of sunberry juice ampoules!” Maya hurried inside the wagon while her husband continued to drive the horses.  Looking around the shelves she … Continue reading

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Lies

ies and bravado Paint over the craquelure The paint is fading

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