It's Not a Mess...3,600 Words I've heard the horror stories about kids getting abused at daycares. My girlfriend, Carissa, knows them better than most because she works at one. The stories are almost always about a man abusing a child, so I was surprised when she asked if I wanted to come to work with her for a morning. She said it would be for my own good and that being around children is one of the best forms of birth control. I didn't know what she meant, if you've got kids then you aren't using birth control. She worked for her aunt Emily at a homeIt's Not a Mess...3,600 Words
Cemetery Snow :34 Words:In the cemetery where I meditate I pick up a handful of snow In my gray glovesCemetery Snow :34 Words:
The white reminds me of purity But I shake the snow away The cold is a bother
Panther - 750 WordsOne time I was walking in a dark woods and this panther said to me, "Do you know why you're here, Charley?" I said back to the panther, who was on a low tree limb, "My name's not Charley and no, I don't know why I'm here." "Well, Charley," the panther said, "you're here because you're lost. No one who knows where they're going comes through these woods." I thought about this and kicked some spongy dirt into the brush. "Then why's there a path if no one comes here? And my name is Brian." The panther smiled his rows of ivory weapons. "I didn't say no one comes here, I said that only the lost come here. I could have swornPanther - 750 Words
a matter of opinion.I've been thinking lately, and by thinking I mean a lot. Am I really an artist?a matter of opinion.
I'm not questioning myself because I draw anime and what not because that's an old, old issue.
But I want to know if I can live up to the title. - An artist is someone who creates something by pure imagination or mostly imagination. Which is vague but it is definitely harder than it sounds.
I have, not to be humble or anything, close to no imagination. I don't practice with other types of styles of drawing. I don't practice. (I would if I had time) The things I draw or write. They don't mean anything.
A slight chance of rainThe phone rings down the hall A heart stops beating We all know what it is But nothing stops us from retreatingA slight chance of rain
A hand grasps the phone And a voice calls out Although we all linger
We know what it’s about
And there’s a slight chance of rain today There’s nothing we can do, and there’s nothing we can say As the world is shadowed in grey It rains today
A soldier’s mother or a patient’s father They’re all the same Falling to the floor, or slamming a door It’s such a shame
We don’
InsideThe world is dark and Dark it shall remain; No mortal hand can Heal the wounds that Mortal hand has made.Inside
The night is black and Black it shall remain; No mortal man can Halt the sin that through Mortal man has came.
The blood is flowing And flows forevermore; For those who kill And enter sin Shall kill forevermore.
Love now is gone and Gone is love that’s pure; For every trust Is filled with lust For trust to be returned.
Joy now is dead and dead it shall endure; The only joy for
I was only gone a short while
Angsty
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First and foremost I am an engineer. Many people do not understand that a great deal of engineering is art. Maybe not art in the typical sense of fine art or literary works, but art in a very real sense.
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why drink and drive
when you can smoke and fly
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:3
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First and foremost I am an engineer. Many people do not understand that a great deal of engineering is art. Maybe not art in the typical sense of fine art or literary works, but art in a very real sense.
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Sometimes it's what doesn't matter, that actually matters.
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Sometimes it's what doesn't matter, that actually matters.
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