Tony Curtis Bear
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THE TALE OF THE FIVE PENDANTS
The first pendant is the pendant of love. When the holder of this pendant makes a wish the gods of love make a decision. They either grant the beholder of the pendant their wish or they turn the wish upside down and destroy the wish that was made. The pendant of love can be found only by a person of true spirit and has the brain of loyalty. This magic cannot be duplicated after the wish has been granted or destroyed. You will know when you find this pendant because it will burn with heat when you wear it next to your heart. Be careful when you find this pendant for it will either break your heart or bless your life. The next pendant I am going to speak about is the pendant of power. You will wear this pendant only in your dream and that is the only place it can be found. When you are in a deep sleep and the details of the dream become aware to you and you can recognize in the dream that you are dreaming only will the pendant come to notice. When you know it is the pendant of power on your neck in your dream you must repeat the following sentence. “Let power consume my soul”. When you wake up suddenly from this dream you will awaken with the pendant around your neck. The pendant of dark is the worst pendant of all. For every good thing there is a bad. The pendant of dark is the one that you do not want to find or come across in your present existence. The pendant of dark is drawn towards those who have meaningless purpose. If you are throwing your life away doing absolutely nothing, then the pendant of dark will find you. You will obtain this pendant without the knowledge of even coming across it. You will not know it when you have it because your thoughts are clouded by evil. It will be observed by others and visible to the rest of the world but when you wear this pendant it will never even cross your mind. The pendant of past is right here and now. I am speaking to you through this pendant because I am now gone and forgotten. The link to my future is with the pendant of past. The link to your past is in my future. When you read this script, I come to life. You do not know my name, but the pendant of past will let us communicate through this story. The pendant of past will come to you if you want it. Do not be afraid but this resurrection tool is the greatest gift you can give me. Keep an open mind and know that the pendant of past is a helpful gift that is enchantingly purple with a clear inside. The fifth and final pendant I speak of is the pendant of stories. The bearer of this pendant can create a realm of life strictly through his mind. He will be the one who writes your future. The pendant of stories is vast and heavy, worthy of a giant’s neck. The knowledge it creates is unique. You will never hold this pendant, nor will you see it unless you are worthy of creating it. Do not use this pendant for the marketing of evil. Do not misuse the power of this pendant if you get the blessing of knowing it. The pendant of stories has two sides, good and evil. The pendant of stories is forever.
By Tony Curtis Bear4 years ago in Fiction
THE HEART TO STOP
In the beginning it was all laughs and jokes. I will never get hurt I’m invincible. The way I saw life was through eyes of a stubborn self-centered egotistical brat. I never took the time to think about my actions or what the outcome would be if I did do something wrongful or hurtful to another human being. My outlook on life was very much poor. I grew up in a household that was poverties in every aspect. My mother and father tried their best to raise me up with the minimal money they worked hard for. Receiving gifts was a blessing from God. I remember when my dad bought me a scooter that you had to move by kicking the cement, I thought it was so cool.
By Tony Curtis Bear4 years ago in Fiction
Me
Characteristics are my best attribute. I can tell your at war with addiction. Someone is feeding off your sickness and you feel mistreated and used. The realization of this matter is I or you as a mental has not grown to our full potential. Decisions are hard to deal with in this modern day where enslavement is overlooked and actually alive. We all have a inner rebellion where we are fed up with our oppression. Goals are made but never pursued due to the lack of motivation and support. I couldn't help but notice your pain. Share your sickness with me and I will absorb half of your torture. You work so hard and are given pebbles. Diamonds should devour you and one day someone will produce that glisten. Listen to your heart because the truest beauty is your passion. What strives you besides thirst for denial? I will only influence your ambition because the reigns are not in my hands. You control your future no matter who has access to your cravings. Picture yourself in a universe you created with imagination. Who is the queen? Who is the ruler of your realm? Is it yourself or another being who has positioned his or herself as your keeper? Greed is a trait we learn to conquer as children. The genesis factor for most of us has to be implemented because the basics of life is what we forgot! How many cups of water have you drank today? How many meals have you skipped this month? The king has abandoned his kingdom. The queen has protected the royal family as long as she could. The fact of the matter is when parents separate not only does the child's behaviour shift he or she also seeks out a replacement for that void of love. Pursue happiness in the first degree. If your not happy with yourself you are not going to be happy at all. Work on the hatred you've created for others and focus on the main component, yourself. The eyes are the windows to the worlds point of view it has nothing to do your soul. No matter who has input to your thought process just remember those individuals struggle with there own ghosts. No man or woman on this earth is better then anyone. The hunger for notoriety is the only goal that could easily crumble in a second. Real people do not actually exist. The shadows that follow us through time are black and dark for a reason, they do not want to be known, that explains a lot for there action when it comes to them being just as bad as the accusation. Worship your temple. Build from the bottom with whomever you feel will contribute to your overall attribute. Pieces and pieces are delivered to us from every angle and move we oversee daily. The masters have left there markings on the script for us to educate. Our brain is what radiates our influence and demeanor. Astrology has a lot of critical importance to the human being. They say the moon generates emotion. The stars align for a reason and who knows what dimensions harvest in the galaxy. The only important thing that matters is your own personal sense of achievement and the development of your creations. Instill the structure and do not let your future sway towards the magnetic fields of hell. Angels are guiding principles towards a better world. The real garbage is the filth that still residues with no attempt to diminish. Cleanliness is next to godliness and we've washed enough blood off our hands for one day. A handicapped match is what were going up against because the cast away has many opponent. Hatred boils in the hearts of men to slay the statistic that is still humble. Hundreds of souls have gathered in prayer to break down the complexity of our nueral. This run on art has come to a nil.
By Tony Curtis Bear4 years ago in Futurism
A Dream
The gravel road overcame me. The dust trailed the wagon heavy and strong. I stand at the side of the road overwhelmed with this image. The two black horses led the way to the burial ground. Reigns pulled back tightly by the white bones that grasped each leather restraint. The hood of the reaper fluctuated in the wind, glistening black with shades of silver. The wooden wheels were driven hard chipping away with each turn. In the box of the wagon the casket rattled. The color of the death crate was black. I have seen this road before. Only the place and time was different. The scenario that plays is before my time or sometime after I do not know. The dimension could only be a crossroad between life and death. The dreamstate I encountered at this time was vivid and strong. The grim reaper was screaming silently at the horses who in turn were violently running with all they could manage. There was a funeral taking place and death was not to be late. The red sky was covered in a grey shade. There was no sun. No heat or cold here they held no meaning. The cloud of dust was soon all I could see as the driver disappeared into the brighter part of the horizon. Staring through to that which I came. I wonder what meaning this has for me. The vignette grows stronger and black soon devours my vision.
By Tony Curtis Bear4 years ago in Poets
