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By Elton Camp
The lesser-known story of the painting of the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel
The whole poem is complete nonsense, it just rhymes, and within the poem itself it states its purpose...Here's my defense: ...
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Gob's action packed adventure story.
A poem about the unexpected difficulties that arise in relationships.
** so im a little worried, this is my first attempt at lyrics.. so please be nice :)**
My dreams are better, Iâ€™d rather be snoozinâ€™
Oh, but listen to the music!
Hear the guitar, must be an acoustic.
Let every note sink into my soul.
Let every strum fill every hole.
Children must fight to death to survive. 30 children only one group can survive. seen through different eyes
It's about a kid trapped in a series of rooms and seemingly alike, can he find his way out?
Insomnia accompanied with memories of things better forgotten. I have always had a hard time sleeping, and this is the way I feel. I know everyone can relate:D
The 5th part of the history of Richard Channing
By Jessica Heberle
This is an essay I wrote for my senior project I did on women artists. I was trying to understand if women were still treated differently in the world of art, advertising and design.
Essay | Updated Jul 24, 2010 | Reads: 43 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
All I have to say, is that this one was fun for me to write. Even though its a bit short..
Just a random short when I was walking through my new house that I JUST BOUGHT!!! Anyway, I was walking through it, one of the rooms had red walls and a white ceiling, and it gave me INSPIRATION! Enjoy.
Rated PG13 for gore and slight language.
I'm so bored today, it isn't even funny. And aparantly everyone decided to do something while I'm forced to be home all day...
By Obi Shaw
Between the blades of a broken fan, The cracked ceiling leaks fat droplets to the floor, Deepening the maroon of carpet where it lands.