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My NaNoWriMoLike a solemn statue, James stared sulkily at the rise of the sun. Though its rays softly caressed his skinny arms, a shiver shot through his body, ripping down his spine to the soles of his feet. In his right hand he grasped a bottle of rot gut, covered by a dirty paper bag. His left held tightly on the arm rest of the park bench. The wood was painful on the joints in his back, and his eyelids felt heavy from lack of sleep. But how could he ever be expected to sleep, now or ever again?My NaNoWriMo
The bare trees around James awkwardly swayed in the steady breeze. Winter had f
in Philosophical on 11/10/08
The Man Made Of StoneThe sun lifted the dew off of the wet soil, Slowly drying the grass-covered ground. Though its job was not but endless toil, For eternity its work shall not be done.The Man Made Of Stone
The man made of stone watched from afar, As blade cut blades of an endless green sea, The land, in vain, the weeds attempt to mar, But instead are ripped out by a steady hand.
A tall man walked slowly down the path, Soaking in the moment like the heat of a fire, He contemplated the extent of God's wrath, Knowing tonight he planned to end it all.
A young lady walked by with a bowed head, &
in Open on 10/26/08
Beware The WatchmanEldridge lifted the mug up to his lips, and dumped the ale down his gullet. With a stomach full of warm liquid-fire, he dropped the cup on the wooden table in front of him. Torch light flickered on the puddles on the dirt floor, and bare-footed men in rags stepped through the water, drink, and vomit alike as they made their way towards the bartender. Damp, swampy air wafted in through the broken windows, and not one star shined in the night sky.Beware The Watchman
Eldridge leaned closer to the man sharing the table with him. In a low, solemn tone, he said, “Beware The Watchman, boy. It
in Philosophical on 9/17/08
Lonely People - Part IPart 1: Eleanor RigbyLonely People - Part I
The television was muted, but Eleanor could still hear the voices. James, though she was sure that was not his real name, walked quickly down the black and white sidewalk. His colorless wingtips clicked against the gray pavement. His left hand was on his hat to prevent it from flying off. Up ahead, he spotted a beautiful young woman standing at the corner. Eva, who also really wasn’t Eva, was about to get into an antique taxi. Though, technically it would only be considered antique to anyone outside of their time, and not to themselves.&#
in Philosophical on 9/2/08
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TravelsAh! But just let me listen to the staccato fractals of your hesitant typistry. I can lean against the wall, just so, right here, a little widdershins to the little many-legged things things that creep up your skirts at tea (or did you think we hadn't noticed?). There's a pretty rhyme in a book at the back of the shelf, something about waltzes and Paris, or maybe it was the countryside in May, but either way it reminds me, Kolya, of you. Won't you smile, little love? Won't you curtsy for me?Travels
It's a long line from the desert to the sea, and a short hop again across and up into the mountains, down, around the brothel-buoyed to
by ~gris-gris
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Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.
- Margaret Chittenden
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Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.
- Margaret Chittenden
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~Herbilicious, on the nature of hard, excruciating shits -
"It's a very mystical experience, lots of swirling lights and voices. The hammers from "The Wall, " start marching around my head and I feel utterly terrified."
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Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.
- Margaret Chittenden
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Why, 'cause I rap about reality? Like me and my grandma drinkin' a cup of tea? There ain't no party like my nanna's tea party! -Bret McKenzie [link]
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Why, 'cause I rap about reality? Like me and my grandma drinkin' a cup of tea? There ain't no party like my nanna's tea party! -Bret McKenzie [link]
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Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.
- Margaret Chittenden
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Why, 'cause I rap about reality? Like me and my grandma drinkin' a cup of tea? There ain't no party like my nanna's tea party! -Bret McKenzie [link]
In case you're interested, he never did come back to finish my windows.
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~Herbilicious, on the nature of hard, excruciating shits -
"It's a very mystical experience, lots of swirling lights and voices. The hammers from "The Wall, " start marching around my head and I feel utterly terrified."
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Nothing can stop Le Lapin Noir. [link]
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~Herbilicious, on the nature of hard, excruciating shits -
"It's a very mystical experience, lots of swirling lights and voices. The hammers from "The Wall, " start marching around my head and I feel utterly terrified."
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Why, 'cause I rap about reality? Like me and my grandma drinkin' a cup of tea? There ain't no party like my nanna's tea party! -Bret McKenzie [link]
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Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.
- Margaret Chittenden
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Why, 'cause I rap about reality? Like me and my grandma drinkin' a cup of tea? There ain't no party like my nanna's tea party! -Bret McKenzie [link]
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Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.
- Margaret Chittenden
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Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.
- Margaret Chittenden
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Why, 'cause I rap about reality? Like me and my grandma drinkin' a cup of tea? There ain't no party like my nanna's tea party! -Bret McKenzie [link]
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The government of England was a limited mockery. Queen Elizabeth was the "Virgin Queen." When Elizabeth exposed herself before her troops, they all shouted "hurrah." Then her navy went out and defeated the Spanish Armadillo.
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Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.
- Margaret Chittenden
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Why, 'cause I rap about reality? Like me and my grandma drinkin' a cup of tea? There ain't no party like my nanna's tea party! -Bret McKenzie [link]
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...and I say that because I am delicious.
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...and I say that because I am delicious.
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Many people hear voices when no one is there. Some of them are called mad and are shut up in rooms where they stare at the walls all day. Others are called writers and they do pretty much the same thing.
- Margaret Chittenden
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