HmmmAlso, it wont let me have a mood, so now i'm irritated.
FocusFocusFocus
I can’t seem to latch on To words Pages People… Even I can imagine My glossy eyes Just skimming.
I say I’m just tired But I’ve been tired for a while, And the day isn’t getting any longer.
What A Large And Lovely PlaceWhat A Large And Lovely Place (one letter away from desolation)What A Large And Lovely Place
The sun is out today. I prefer the shade, but maybe that’s just me. Everyone else here seems to be happy; sipping their champagne and flashing smiles that don’t reach their eyes. “Oh, what a lovely view!” some of them exclaim. It makes me wonder, why only here? The world is such a large and lovely place. The trees outside my house are just as pretty as the ones here, in this country club, and they aren’t so precisely trimmed. It seems wrong to restrict and reshape nature
ExtinctExtinctExtinct
You could have cut the tension in the air with even the dullest of knives. Five men, red-faced and sweating, were all crouched together in a single room; waiting. Occasionally they would rub their sleep-deprived eyes, or swat at a fly, but all were too excited to actually speak. Besides the men, there was only dull light, mostly inactive machinery, and a glass dome sitting in the dead center of the room. It stood higher than all the men together, and was shatter-proof…or so they hoped.
The room should have been still, for no audible noise was there, but the screen on the most important of the machines,
Mind Of A ManiacMind Of A ManiacMind Of A Maniac
The night was cold, colder than it had been in a long time. I pressed my hands together, cursing myself for not wearing gloves, and continued down the street, my coat flapping viciously against the breeze. Soon I arrived at an apartment and was able to stop quivering enough to get a good hold on the doorknob and let myself in. After a short journey up the stairs, I arrived at a bedroom…her bedroom.
As I held the knife in my hand, gripping the handle so hard my fingers ached, yet unable to stop trembling, I hesitated…which was odd.
Ever since May 2nd, 1994, I don’t ever rem
Give Up or LoseYou drip down my windowpane, a viscous syrup; like clotting blood and strawberry jam, bubbling up like champagne and soaring like stars. “Your exhausting,” you articulate to me through your grey eyes that seem to be shifting into nebulas.Give Up or Lose
(But recently I’ve found that things are rarely what they seem.) “I’m sorry,” I whisper and you glare at me with your California sunset eyes. (And they burn, but only enough to let me know that I should stop.) I wish I could cut tension with a knife or shoot death with a gun. (Sometimes I wish I could dream, but then
Vignette - The MusicalNewlywed bridesVignette - The Musical
and barber shop owners
came out for the grand parade,
which flowed down into 4th street
and promptly vanished
He came to me, beat and broken, out from those bus doors one Janurary morning, and said, "I have laboured here in the dirt for so long, and now my shovel has been eaten by the worms."
A man, his spouse, and a Russian reporter traveled to a tropical island together for a matter of grave family importance. The spouse and the Russian reporte
Listen, if you dare.Your hair sounds like a samba as we are us and i cut the sky with my claws and there is a sunflower in your eyesListen, if you dare.
Yellow, like the miner's canaries
and you are moving like the sails of the boats of the sea and i can feel you in my chest but not the butterflies while your sweet light plays love songs on pots at 3am
| I think, therefore I am. I am, therefore I am awesome. I have strange thought processes. |
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Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious and anything self-conscious is lousy. You cannot try to do things. You simply must do things. -Ray Bradbury
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"Now you see that evil will always triumph, because good is dumb."
-SpaceBalls
also, love spaceballs X)
Oh yeah!!!
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"Now you see that evil will always triumph, because good is dumb."
-SpaceBalls
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