Let The Tempest Come..

I sent her to your dreams badman.

It's not your imagination.

Dreams are Fun

Let The Tempest Come.

Hehe

Badman Met My New Friend.

This Is Wendi,

He Likes To Run.

You'll run to.

And when you want to stop.

He keeps you running.

Wendi Hates The TallMan.

Who wants to meet more new friends?

I love my friends. I have so very many.

They are very pretty.

This is Sheila.

She's very pretty.

If you let her give you a hug.

She'll hug you forever.



More keep showing up!

I was sad but now I'm happy.

They don't like Badman.

They Hate Tallman.

They like me :)

Oh Joy!

I'm making all kinds of new friends.
They don't like Badman
They don't like Tallman.

I like new friends.

                                                               

Meet Pearl.

He has the prettiest Teeth.

Him and Tallman are not friends.

He is my friend.



I have A New Friend.

He's not nice.


Hehe.

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This isn't happening.

I just returned to my apartment. I have been staying with my parents while I was hoping this would all blow over.

I left my lovely tabby "Patches" here, she's fully equipped with a self cleaning litter box and a self feeding water and food container. So it's nothing for me to leave her here for a few weeks when I went home.

But I suppose that's irrelevant at this point.

When I arrived I saw a note on my door from my landlord.

"Penelope T,                                                5\30\2011

I just received word from the other tenants that your smoke detector was going off. When I came to see if you needed assistance I realized you were not home. I proceeded to let myself in and found that you had left your dinner on high in the Crock-Pot on your counter. I'm not exactly sure why it was duct-taped shut but that's really none of my concern. I imagine the dinner is a loss but at least we caught it before it got out of hand. Please be more careful next time.

Mgmnt"


Needless to say it wasn't dinner.
I hope patches was dead before she was put in there..
But judging by the claw marks and the duct-tape.. hoping is all I can do.

This can't be happening.

I got your little message OPOF.

Stay the fuck away from ME!

Oh Penelope....

Silly girl.

You need to think of a more difficult password my dear.

You like poems and such?

Burn me to ashes, then burn the ashes.
I'll carry this hate till I'm in my grave.
I'll see you in hell where the devil knows my name.
Your world will never be the same.

 

See you soon..

 

Until Next Time.

 

 

I left you a little something on the counter.

 

 

 

Yep.

Dear Bad Weather,
Please leave us alone.

K thanks bye.

Please pray for the victims of the recent disasters in the south and in Mn and Mo.

I hope they can rebuild quickly and begin to live life again.

But last night I swear I felt him touching me.

God why is this happening?
Am I losing my mind?

I don't want to lose my mind.
I'm happy where i'm at.

Love,
Penelope.

This cannot be happening.

This better be a stupid coincidence.

How could he possibly even know of me?

Maybe i'm over thinking all of this.

It's extremely difficult to be creative when you think a monster is out to get you.

Love,
Penelope.

Seriously

Look in my following list and check out Knitwolf's work.

She's great at what she does.
Check the slendy dolls.

If creepy can be cute.. these are it.

I'm working on a new poem.

I'll let you in on it in a while.

Love,
Penelope

....

I keep dreaming about a man i've never seen.

He's watching me.

He's not a good man.

Love,
Penelope.

It's soo nice out!

Spring rains to summer heat!
What a beautiful day.

I just got back from a wonderful walk this afternoon.
I love this city so much.

I keep having more and more vivid dreams here lately. They come in fragments.

A house fire.

A wooden chair.

A young child's shoe.

And of course.. A man in a suit.

What does this mean really?

I almost hate falling asleep.

Love,
Penelope.

So...

I haven't been feeling to well lately.
I feel like i've been sleeping for days and i'm still tired.
I'm not sure what to make of all of it.


Love,
Penelope

Sunshine!!!

Finally Sunshine! I was getting so sick of the rain.

All of these slenderblogs really have me sucked in.

Such good writers. It almost makes you question how much is actually fiction.

On a lighter note, Chicken Salad; Why are you so yummy!?

Love,
Penelope!

So

Sunny in Chicago.
Why is mother nature so Bi-Polar???

But on another note..
I keep having strange dreams.
2 nights ago. I just kept seeing this freight train over and over again.

Last night, A man i've never seen before. I was watching him, watch me. Does this make sense?

Here's to hopes for better dreams tonight.

Love,
Penelope

Oh dear..

It's raining... again.
It's like we have to trade 6 hours of sunshine for 6 days of rain.
Luckily I have my internet up and running. Seriously, what did I do without you for so long interent?

But I was sitting next to a friend in class and she was showing me these "slenderman" videos. Marble Hornets and what not. Kind of creepy. Apparently these are a pretty big deal. That's another reason I set up a blog page. There seem to be quite a few of these stories on here. Some are a pretty decent read. I think I might be hooked!

But back to my first and most important passion..

AFTER the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying	325
Prison and place and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience	330
Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink	335
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit	340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses                                  If there were water	345
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water
A spring	350
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock	355
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Oh Chicago..

Dear Chicago,
I hate you in the winter.
But oh how I love you in the spring.
The sun has finally made its way through the clouds.
Please stay this way forever.

Thanks bye.

Penelope.

Hello Everyone!

I'm Penelope, I'm a writer, I'm a dreamer, I'm a thinker, I'm a poet. I want to get to know you all. There is a grand side to everyone.

I want to stay young forever.


Forever Yours,
Penelope.