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Random First Lines:Stream of consciousness refers to the flow of thoughts in the conscious mind. The full range of thoughts that one can be aware of can form the... » Read
Lyla Arledge is the "rebel". She never does her schoolwork because she doesn't think its necessary, and she doesn't pay attention in class. But one thing she does love doing is writing. She is always writing a new story because it takes her to another world, a world she get get away from the...
All about life.
Poetry | Updated Jun 12, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Occasionally, take our spouse, to be alone without the kids, to enjoy the good times alone. Can eat outside the home alone, with a romantic atmosphere. No need of expensive anyway, the important value of togetherness. Then talk from heart to heart, be a good listener, until we finish the...
Article | Updated May 23, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Would you like some...
(holds up knife-woman screams)
...Why yes I would...yes I would...
on meeting derren brown (amidst the constant presence of karl p.):
"I said to Derren, 'If in doubt, he'll be thinking of monkeys'. And Derren looked at Karl and said, 'Were you thinking of monkeys?', he said, 'I tried not to and I thought of them more.'"
Xfm 12 April 2003
Essay | Updated Mar 5, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Loosing the stick of death with a big blast of what! read to find out
A poem about true love. Finding it when you least expected. Falling into without warning...Loving deeply and passionetly.
By Rain Storm
Daniel Williams, a young boy, embarks on a quest to gather random objects to create a remarkable work of art. Along the way, he is forced into wild adventures and will meet several brand new friends that changes his life forever.
Just a bunch of songs I'm posting....why? Because I feel like it, that's why. Enjoy...
I started with an idea of how god picked the perfect color for everything, as inspired by the picture, then I guess it turn into this lol
By Fate Hates Me
Humor me! Write me a story of a novel. Either way.. It's your job to entertain me!
They always made sure to tell me I wasnâ€™t perfect. Maybe they whispered it to me while I was sleeping, or communicated it with there dry, loveless gazes. No matter how they told me it was always clear: You are flawed...
This was writtien by the one i love more than anything i love the things he writes cause there so deep. he has been in prision most his life so his thoughts are differetnt than most