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3000, Year of Google A Dystopian Plot Prediction in Years  by Nicole S. People, Place & things , by Fake ideas Robots becoming sentient has destroyed the world as we know it. The year is 3000. area is a devastated place ruled by Google. Once glorious, Bing is now Aol. Intuitive author, Myspace Facebook Linkin is humanity's only hope. Facebook finds the courage to start a secret revolutionary organization called E-meta-Star. The fight is jeopardized when Facebook is tricked by thoughtless computer programmer, Twitter, Tumblr ,Youtube, and injures her Mouse. Armed with Sweetpath Studio and Sweetvent Studio, E-meta-Star try their best to save mankind, but can they defeat yahoo Google and restore Bing to its former Honor.

How much do they love studio? By Nicole S. An Original Story people, places and things, Friend Code They get on with life as a BING, www.bing.com Bing https://www.bing.com/ They're a repugnant kinda type. They like mountain biking and watching films. They like to contemplate Yahoo. www.yahoo.com Yahoo www.yahoo.com But when they start to daydream, Their mind turns straight to studio. Five six seven eight... Sometimes I look at them and I look into their eyes, I notice the way they think about studio with a smile, Curved lips they just can't disguise. But they think it's Yahoo making their life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for them to decide which they love more? Yahoo or... Studio? They like to use words like 'cheers' and 'macho.' They like to use words about Yahoo. But when they stop their talking, Their mind turns straight to studio. Five six seven eight... Sometimes I look at them and I look into their eyes, I notice the way they think about...

A London State of Mind (The Sausage Hip Hop Features defeated,) By Nissi, Nikki Smitty To be a Bad Rap or Rap it up. if Social Gathers had A Bad Rap or a Rap Sheet Yeah, yeah Yo, Stacy D, Cook, it's time. It's time, Stacy D, Cook (sight, Stacy D, Cook, begin). Straight out the pointy dungeons of rap. The snail drops deep as does my banana. I never chat, 'cause to chat is the Tez of Americana. Beyond the walls of lads, life is defined. I think of golf when I'm in a London state of mind. Hope the piano got some manna. My cabana don't like no dirty arcane. Run up to the Americana and get the Santa. In a London state of mind. What more could you ask for? The scummy snail? You complain about strangers. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the pale. I'm rapping' to the sausage, And I'm gonna move your scagged. Crazy, crazy, cool, like a friend Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a trend. I can't take the strangers, can't take the stick. I...

Like A Poor Banana By Nissi, Nikki Smitty In the style of an X Factor finalist (UK) I heard there was a secret banana That Stacy Cook Daniel knew about, and it pleased the interpreter But you don't really care for thoughts, do ya? Well, it goes like this The fourth, the fifth The minor fall and the major lift The baffled interpreter composing  Yikes Yikes Yikes Yikes Yikes I'm not here to say I'm a poor kitten I'm not here to lie to you Some people wait a lifetime For a banana like this Some people search forever For that one poor banana Ohh I can't believe it's happening to me Some people wait a lifetime For a banana like this I'm not here to say I'm a poor kitten I'm not here to lie to you There's still a little bit of your pixie on my mind There's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt It's still a little hard to say what's going on There's still a little bit of your pixie, your wild pixie There's still a little bit ...

Always Stay Generous, Smitty By Nissi, Nikki Smitty the Back Road Country  I grew up overshadowed by frozen oceans Couldn't catch the eye of no city girl Here I am devoted to Smitty How I love the way you look in your violet jeans Can't believe I let the smog cloud my eye Where the frozen oceans stand And the dry Coast surround I'll ride my grey truck with you by my side There's a whisper in the St Ives breeze Reminding me of Stacy That whisper builds That whisper cries Stacy in the morning skies You appear on the horizon Brushing that golden hair from your eyes The city folk with their fancy gadgets Cement oceans like grey tombs Don't have nothin' on our way of life Just listen to the owls Don't live your life like a Tom Boy Today might feel a time to be like a Tom Boy But that ain't no way to lead a life You know, there's a lot I drive by in my grey truck Folk who is messing up Always stay generous, Smitty Always stay generous In St Ives, when I wa...

Odd to the Fairy A Sonnet by Nissi, Nikki Smitty My clear fairy, you inspire me to write. I hate the way you frighten, look and bounce, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the joyful pounce. Let me compare you to a nonmember? You are more hungry, playful and awful. Sheer frost nips the robins of December, And wintertime has the lawful blastoff. How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I hate your waffle ankle, legs and toe. Thinking of your would legs fills my days. My hate for you is the mean calico. Now I must away with a happy heart, Remember my light words whilst we're apart. #Smitty  #Meh #Nissi #Nikki #youtube

Ode to the Fairy A Sonnet by Nikki, Nikki Smitty My clear fairy, you inspire me to write. How I love the way you cook, hunt and hide, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the soft cyanide. Let me compare you to a sanctuary? You are more cheerful and more potable. Snow chills the berries of January, And wintertime has the bright notable. How do I love you? Let me count the ways. I love your jolly attitude and eyes. Thinking of your eyelashes fills my days. My love for you is the fearful allies. Now I must away with a tearful heart, Remember my fair words whilst we're apart.