So I'm stopped up creatively...
Irritatedanyways, ja.
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Untitled StoryI wish sometimes that I wasn't like this. I think about what would have happened if I had let well enough alone, if I hadn't pushed him out of the way, if I hadn't died. I don't remember much about my life from before, but I've done quite a bit of research on it. What I do remember is Eli. He was my best friend once, and my fiancée. Also, I was beautiful when I was young. And beauty, like money, made life kind. My name had been Alicia Randolph. I was the daughter of an actor and a seamstress in the sixth year of the reign of Queen Anne. My mother died at childbirth and my father was a poor and rather unsuccessful actor.Untitled Story
MonologueAh, what is love but the promised kiss of air upon the sultry moon? O'er a fort night I have pondered this, the question that haunts me whilst I stare up at the cold, hard, yielding night. But no answer reigns o're the others that force such fierce battle 'twixt mine ears. And though pretty word and pretty action speak volumes of mine heart, what power have they when thought remains lost to the soul? I begin to question the arrogant assumption that we privileged many erroneously suppose. That being that we have rights to such powerful liberties as joy and dreams and love. Mine heart aches to think that only few hold the means to such sensatioMonologue
When IWhen I stretch, my skin pulls across my frame like the creation of a canvas. When I breathe, my lungs expand and extend to encompass the world When I move, my body slices through the air like a bird flyng through endless skies When I blink, my eyelashes kiss my cheeks like a butterfly landing on a flower When I think, my body stops moving, because I know that every thought could be my last And who on this great green earth would want to miss their last thought?When I
Reprobate
Hangtime
Strangers see....What does a stranger see when they walk down the street? The world through another person's eyes will forever be a mystery. Blue, brown or hazel eyed, their world could be startlingly similar to your own, or wondrously different. In any given situation, different people will come to different conclusions over events. However, being strangers –people who know nothing about you- these assumptions are very often wrong.Strangers see....
I doubt that many people think about the strangers that crowd around them every day. I can't help but wonder, though. The girl with the thick accent that comes through my till three times a day with things like
Between ExtremesI either come off as a total bitch, Or a complete creeper, So give me a clue and tell me which, Would make things easier? 'Cause I can make myself foget, Or just continue to fall, If you want I'll regret we ever met, Though I'd rather wait for you to call. See I could be a good friend, more, Or fall back to my role as enemy, Just give me a sign and let me know before, I get lost between these extremes.Between Extremes
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Kage'sgirl
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Kagesauma ga aishite.
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas d’accord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu’? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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98% of teenagers drink or are around alcohol regularly. Post this if you like muffins.
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I am human, Hear me Speak...
If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn’t brood. I’d type a little faster.
~Isaac Asimov
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I am the Humbug*, and I mean you no harm.
*(Inventor of the Manly Squee)
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