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I  get so  excited about  fanfiction, all time lines  accounted for  at  sign out time
aussie  time  11;11 pm,  ready to  dream
Forgetful baby blue dungeon with the  dark lord  Adam Spong

Adam spong
 ilvermorny fanfiction by adam spong

Adam Spong had always loved damp sponge brain matter at  Ilvermorny Institute of wizards and witches with its jittery, joyous jungle in my brain. It was a place where Adam felt like a  vegemite sandwich. Adam  feels the  sting of the  New York  food diet, and    hopes and  dreams  for   a  magic  vegemite  dream sanger.

He was a forgetful baby blue dungeon, being in  New York, he  forgot his   long  connection to  his  baby blue   dungeon, The butterbeer still did not    taste the  same  as he  once  remembered. . Adam's friends , Mantauk,  and  Shirley . saw him as an outrageous, over  exaggerating student at   Ilvermorny Institute . Once, he had even brought an pigmy possum back to  his  baby blue dungeon to show  his  freinds.

Adam with his dramatic  grand entrences  of the spong ,  fo r the  spong,  likes to   have   pazzazz. The Spong blew in  like a farty  wind blowing like partying hamsters food  trough of plenty .

Then Adamsaw something in hi sbowl of  weety brix. It was the collectable figure of Fiona Princess. Fiona was a splendid academic student at  Ilvermony Instutte  with brunette hair  and blonde  highlights .

Adam gulped. He was not prepared for the site of Fiona, live in  full cake  costume. Because  the  spong, loves  a   tea party  with   Fiona  cake. .

As Adam stepped outside and Fiona came closer, he got the weird  feeling of the crooked glint in his eye.

Fiona gazed with the awkwardness of the spong . " Hello, I  am the  dark lord  spong, with my  tight-fisted pantaloons adam  wheezed . She said, in hushed tones, "IGet out of my  sight  and go back to your baby blue dungeon."

Adam looked back, even more interested in his  healthy cuppa tea and still has a nommie  biscuit  stashed in his  hat. " I shall go to the  confines of the enchanted baby blue dungeon with my pet rock.

As Fiona turned away,.  she said "Adam, Is that real leather suit that you wore  to my graduation ball,"

They looked at each other with lego builder eyes,   they  knew the  constructive nounie verbies  that  make  a good lonely  baby blue  dungeon. The feelings, like two punk, solo musician  stage  announcers thinking about the courageous disco feaver in the baby blue dungeon. The music  which was that is palying  had drum and bass feel  in the background and Adam could  sense the nounie  verbies in the punk solo  musician vocal range.  In Adam mind  he  was nounie  verbing  as   he  walked.

Adam studied the  musicians  music  for  more than  an hour. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Adam in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel well tonight,  I  will retire to bed."

The  musician  said. " I  hope to  read your  review  later tomorrow,  Dark Lord Spong.

Adam could hear his mind  racing at  100 paces, on the gangplank of love. For Nounie  verbies  were his  comfort.  If he did not  get hoem and write  down his thoughts, his mind  would  break like a  lego set built of    1 256  pieces. Then the splendid musician went home as well  away into the distance.

Not even a drink of butterbeer would calm Adam's nerves tonight.

THE END 

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