Silly poem about idle thoughts.

This is a story I’ve been working on, it needs so much work, and the characters are final and the names aren’t exact etc, but I hope you read it and see what you think.

When five beautiful and wild women disappear at a heavily packed and very popular tourist hangout, Oscar Hammet is sent in to get the story. At stake, saving his friend’s life, finding the women, and facing the supernatural. It’s just a normal night for this reporter from G.I.N.

Here’s a dream which is very bizarre.

The name of the man who is visiting all this people in their dreams, is Chris Marlowe II, the One & Only Troll of Triond… And this is how I did it!

Chris Marlowe II, better known as theTroll of Triond, has a little announcement to make. This Man who is appearing in the dreams of thousands of people all over the world has been identified, at last. It is nobody else than Chris Marlowe II, the One & Only!

In bed one night Jung was thinking about the funeral he had attended the day before. Suddenly he had a vision: his dead friend was standing at the foot of his head, looking down at him.

The cerebrum: the part of your brain that lets you think, reason, and move voluntary muscles.

A poem I wrote that I am very proud of.

There is, actually, a meaning for this poem. I look at it now and wonder why I wrote it, but I always fall back to a deeper meaning inside of it. Do you know what it is?

Mind study.

“My agony was terrible. Barely forty-eight hours after my violent death, on June 1, 1593, I was buried. Hastily. But hey, baby… We do know better… don’t we”?