RachelErica

The flickering lantern from the street was the only thing lighting in the dark alley. Splinter rummaged through the garbage can, in search of something useful. Though careful not to make much noise, his mind was preoccupied with a certain matter. His four adopted sons were developing rapidly. Each one with a unique personality. So much so, that he had to make a new approach for every one of their needs.   Leonardo was the easiest to train, feed and talk to. He even feared he may be maturing too fast for his own good. Donatello was often in his own world, tinkering with every object he could get his hands on. Though absent minded some times, h

"let    the old sucker freeze his tail" to the beggars' gallows. right/yeah? a seasonal glaze of misunderstanding coats your mousy eyes. mighty glad as a loose leaf, all hail the underdog - the strong, the unflinching; it is part of the muscular clambering up the king kong macho tower; roots defying gravity, you are now a re-born tree         shaking off the leaves of sympathy. because it is highly probable that when you fall again, there will be no one to take care of you & you will lie low in the ditch, the now-dry impermeable leaf. & even if you ever bounce back, no cologne can mask the unmistakable stench of sewage. however