Judypants's profile

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AGE: 38
LAST LOGIN: August 07

I am Jude or Judypants or just simply ME. Sometimes I’m  a variety of other AKA’s depending on the circumstance and story. I’m not a writer, i’m a storyteller. I have been working on the screenplay that I call my life and it’s a comedy that’s constantly in the making.

I realised I had something to say to the world and decided to start writing inspite of my lack of proper training and or understanding of punctuation/grammar. I will get better with time and know that so I’m okay with it for now.

I’m an artist and as an artist I live to learn without that I would be left breathless and afraid that I would have nothing to live for. So I try.  I hope that you are able to see me when you embark on reading any of my work.
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If I could take a minute of your time to tell you a story. A not too long ago time, I found myself lying in bed with the clock approaching some ungodly hour yet again. as I tell you this story, I'd like to imply that I was awakened from my sleep and if this story be told to my mother, it certainly would be implied that I had indeed awakened from sleep and not just found myself wandering into my home. But indeed it is you and not my mother, so story sticks with the truth at hand, I was indeed ...
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Dear Journal, THE BIRD THAT WON'T STOP SINGING Today's story if it had to be told, would begin as I awoke to the sound of a bird singing the most beautiful silliliquote just outside my window. It's exact breed I can't quite put my finger on, though it's right there at the tip of my tongue. I go in for a closer look, though I'm a very tentative in my approach, I don't want to startle this untamed beauty and have it fly away before i have an answer. As my gaze catches site of it's existance, ri...
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To my eternal journal, If you dont mind, I'd like to leave in your safe hands, my words. I thought you might like to see what Im thinking. Maybe you can offer some guidance on this journey. Im about to start a new chapter in this book I like to call life. I wont ask much more of you, no more nor less than that you let me leave my deepest thoughts on your pages. Though on some occasions I might have nothing more to give you than just a joke. I hope you laugh.....I think Im funny anyway . Its ...
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Poetry / Breathing Room
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To My Eternal Journal. (i need Breathing Room) I wanted to tell you about a journey I began the other day, I removed myself from my own path and decided to delve into the layers of who I am and what I might be. I walked a hundred miles in my head that day, but in the end, the destination was the still the same as when I first left. Knowing this, left me with no option than to walk at least one step in different place, a far away place. And so I left, just for a bit. My awareness and familiari...
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May 25, 3:50 Ms. Pants, my childhood home, a sexy british racing green MG, a yellow wool blanket (that you hid under to avoid meeting my mother) and yourself all featured in a rather hilarious dream that a freight train woke me from the other night. i felt compelled to inform you.... not as any sort of warning before i take legal action to slap a restraining order on you for tresspassing into my subconcious... but as a public service announcement to let you know where you wander when you are ...
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Short Story / Kleptomania
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Poetry / Impulse
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Short Story / Things he'll never know
I love it. it's stuff like that that make me go hmmm? It's that random stuff that people like yourself take the time out to first of notice and even more so write about that make happy to be me happiest about being alive.. you've got the stuff of an artist in you and that's very unique. thanks for sharing your story.. I've got pennies in a row on the side walk and random bird feathers in your bathtub stories coming out my ears, that rarely make it to the pages of my journal let alone my writi...
Poetry / Time
this is nice, i am a believer in trying and failing then never trying at all. As Im not a poetry expert or even close, i cannot critque on thus. I will go to dreamweaver and place a vote for you. all the best.