The Sacred Scaffolding Writings

Vaguely human Flying Scaffolding Facep Extreme Raffoling These are the writings I’m Obsessed with Time: I’m obsessed with time. For some reason it’s all I can think about. One two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve and for some reason it stops there. I’ve memorized that fact because I’m obsessed with time. And why shouldn’t I be obsessed with it? Nothing can change without time. Time, time, time, time. I just love time. Let’s sing the time song! Tick tock Goes the clock Time, time, time! My eyes are always spinning to imitate a clock. I love time. I’m completely obsessed! Did you like the time song? Because it’s constantly running through my mind day after day after day after day! Time! I will not rest until it’s lodged into your brain so far you’ll be singing the time song until your lungs are raw. Tick tock Goes the clock Time, time, time! The changer of worlds! Time! Makes clocks move! Time, time, time! Resh is more than just the 14th letter on the Hebrew althabet You favorte freinds of mine I am not unlike Zachy Hope If I had a name it would be Facep or LimpKenith Facep Do you like short stories I like short stories here's a short story I’ve The Time: What’s the time? Its ten past ten. I love that time, that’s my favorite time. Nice watch too. Too nice Too nice to be my watch. This watch without a doubt was worthy of the title ‘watchtastic’. My mind suddenly drifted to things other than my beautiful, brilliant, fantastic watch. It drifted into a world of clocks and hands where I would frolic amongst the ticking tocking cogs ever in perfect synchronized motion. My watch! Forever moving clockwise! I must be in your world! My wonderful, perfect, brilliant, spectacular, flawless, amazing, incredible, fantastic watch! Due to my sudden -I’ll accept craziness- I now own eighty-four clocks. All clockwise, all clocks. My flawless kingdom is a paradise for me and anyone who also chooses to revel in the eternal peace of the simple, ticking, tocking clock. Paradise? Yes paradise. * “I can’t stand the tick; I can’t stand that cruel, fierce, evil, tock! Go away! Leave my mind! I’ll destroy you! Leave my mind!” I leapt psychotically from my once peaceful, comforting bed, now tainted by “That Ticking, tocking beast! I’ll crush you! I’ll destroy you!” I flailed my arms wildly as I pounded through the tiny cardboard hallway of this horrible paper walled flat block listening for ticking, listening for the tocking, though daggers in my mind still my target, my destination. “Death to you, door!” I screamed as I exploded my fist through the pathetic tissue paper noise shield of my enemy. I’ll end you now, my ticking tocking friend. * My face, encased in a jungle of misunderstood clocks was his target. I could feel the presence of a maniac, a crazy person, someone who couldn’t understand my world, a traitor. * “No, clocks, it’s not you fault, although I will ram my fist through every last one of you to find the big man, your ruler.” * Tick tock, crash boom, bang clash kaboom Crash bang, smash clang, the clocks have now met their doom They have. * I am the prey. I hide from the man with anger, and he will not find me. “I’ll hunt you, clock man. Your clocks are gone but I know you’re here; I can feel your cowardly fear.” He paused for a moment in an unsettling silence. “You coward!” * I could hear his sounds, though faint and muffled like a pounding drum, a pounding drum pounded by a maniac. How can he not understand me? This is beauty, not annoyance. Leave, you psychopath. * Oh I just can’t wait; I can’t wait until I have him in my hands. So I can rip him apart! He deserves this; this is an annoyance punishable by death! This evil, evil room! Yes, he does deserve this, he does… * Oh my friends, you may be smashed but I can hear your suffering cries to me, my friends, you will live! That maniac cannot kill you; he cannot end your life. Thank you watchy, my favorite friend, calling out to me with your sparkling smile, warming my soul, melting the cold, cold ice your friend’s brutal beatings has cast upon my heart. I love your beautiful ten past ten smile, I love you. You’re smile. Your whimsical, joyous smile. As your friends die! I can’t take it any longer, they’re dead! They’re gone! They’ve left this world that has been so cruel and merciless to them! And you do not frown, you do not morn the senseless slaughter of the friends who have helped you and loved you! You cruel, vicious, evil thing! You deserve no less than the cruel, brutal kiss of the bathroom door! “Die! Leave me! Be destroyed!” The room was ablaze with shattered glass and misunderstood hands. A cold, lonely leather strap draped over the dusty window ledge. I like short stories here's another The Rules of Time: What’s the time? Let’s look at my watch. It’s 4 o’clock. I love that time! That’s my favorite time! I removed my watch from my wrist and stashed it in my pocket for the next time the question hit me. The reason I did this is because I was about to plummet from a thousand foot high cliff and land uninjured on my feet. Time was traveling like a bullet as I left the safety of flat land and instead settled into the less welcoming comfort of nothing. Time suddenly slowed down, drifting through the cool yet merciless air slower than I was plummeting. In fact much slower, I was blasting through the air at a speed untraceable to the human eye. I left time behind, and that’s when things got weird. Colors scrambled. The perfect organization of the world began to suddenly collapse like some insane computer glitch. I stopped falling. The air could finally support me. It did what I wanted it to do. I reached into my pocket and once again revealed the watch to my eyes. ? The dials and numbers where scattered wildly and moving anticlockwise around the outer edge of my watch. Was this my watch? Were these my pockets? Could this really be the time? Something told me it was. A mixed up world must have a mixed up time. That’s how it works. Or is it? Who knows in this world? So I traveled on. Nothing particularly eventful happened. I was in the middle of nowhere in what ever world I was in, but I kept on walking. I kept on moving one foot forwards over the other and placing it on the ground. Ground? Yes let’s call it that. What’s the time? Let’s look at my watch. Its t6g43 o’clock. Not so fond of that time, I miss my old 4 o’clock. This is depressing, why is this happening to me? Why is this happening at all? I’m going to blame this on you! I've decided somthing here's my entire collection, you enjoyers! The Pitiful Adventures of Taerg and Friends Taerg is sitting on his chair. He then hears the faint sound of a letter falling through his mail box. He stands up from his chair and pushes it neatly under the table. He walks up to the letter. The letter reads: Dear Taerg, Please come to my birthday party. Yours Sincerely, Facep Taerg opens his door and walks across his lawn. He then sees a large tree. He looks to the top of the tree to see a large colourful beetle. He then grabs onto a low branch of the tree and begins to climb. He soon reaches the top and once again stares at the beetle. He bends over to the beetle and touches its shell. The beetle’s shell than opens and small wings appear. The beetle then flies away and Taerg looks shocked. Taerg then climbs down the large tree again. Taerg continues on his journey. Taerg walks for a few minutes and then starts becoming increasingly tired. Taerg is standing panting for air. He then hears the faint sound of trickling water. His eyes have lit up and he is beginning to search for water. He then sees a tempting pool of water on the horizon. He is running up to the pool and drinking joyfully from its waters. Taerg is looking satisfied. Taerg then continues his journey. Taerg is walking happily. Taerg sees something at the corner of his eye. Taerg looks disgusted. Taerg is running to Facep’s house. Taerg bursts though Facep’s door and is greeted by his warm smiling face. Taerg looks angry. Taerg looks mental. Taerg explodes. Maiden Castle: Maiden Castle is one of the oldest major settlements in Britain is situated in Dorset 2 miles south of Dorchester. • It is the largest stone-age hill fort in Europe. • It was founded in approximately 300BC It was built on a hill to keep out intruders and to make building wells and digging for water easier. Ditches where dug into the hillside as shown here: These were used as one of their forms of defense against intruders. At the time of settlement the ditches would have been much deeper because over the years rain water has been washing soil into the ditches and has slowly began to fill them up. During the iron-age places like maiden Castle would have been the safest places to live because they had protection, water, farmland and access to the outside world for hunters to collect food. At the time of maiden castle farming skills would have first started to develop and civilized life would have first began in Britian. You favorite freinds of mine!

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