Nothing is RealNOTHING IS REAL(1)Nothing is Real
[CHRIS is about 15 years old, is 6 feet tall, and is over 200 pounds. He has on jeans, and wears a t-shirt that says “WATERMELON SEED SPITTING COMPETITION CHAMPION(2).” He has a smirk on his face, and is leaning back in the chair with his arm on the backside.]
Odd, isn’t it? How people don’t appreciate great talent. Like mine. Yes, it’s true, I have to admit it. I mean, I’m not trying to brag or anything, but I just happen to be the greatest high school football player there ever was.(3) Especially in Lufwa(4) High. I mean, if you seriously watch these people pla
The Story of the KitharasOnce, in the land of Decorus Sonitus, there lived a man named Abbas Kithara. He had a wife named Matris, and she had given birth to six children: Unus, Duos, Tre, Quattour, Quinque, and Sei. When the children were young, the parents tried to get them involved with music. Abbas and Matris realized that their sons had a natural knack for music. The children’s voices blended together so beautifully! The proud parents wanted to show off their sons abilities. So, they brought the children to the town square. “People of Decorus Sonitus,” proclaimed Abbas, “Come see our children sing!” The townspeopleThe Story of the Kitharas
Making Lonely Little StainsI spilled wine on the cameraMaking Lonely Little Stains
And it got drunk with me It took pictures of a time That I have yet to see So unlike my memories Are these photographs They look just like my book Filled with foreign autographs
I spilled wine on the banister And it got angry with me It let me tumble away Because revenge is easy It left me sore and crumpled At the bottom of the floor All on behalf of spilled wine And I just wanted more
I spilled wine upon the floor But not from within my cup And no longer could I stand Nor tell which way
Rooftop SestinaOne day as atop my roof I sat Upon the street below I looked And beheld the people as they went From atop my private perchRooftop Sestina
How small these people seemed All in haste about their tasks
All caught up in fleeting tasks Not one beheld me where I sat Too engrossed in life they seemed To see from whence I looked They spied not my favored perch And as quickly came as went
Wondering where the time went They rushed to their silly tasks And I laughed from atop my perch Almost falling from where I sat Like a swirling sea the ground looked
OMG.
Frustrated
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"We are here on earth to fart around. Don't let anybody tell you different."
Kurt Vonnegut
Hey, whats going on? 23/female.. come chat with me on this website CLICK HERE
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[link] Been beat up and battered around,Been sent up and I've been shot down,You're the best thing that I've ever found,Handle me with care...
LA VIDA, ES LO QUE TE SUCEDE MIENTRAS HACES OTROS PLANES...john lennon
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Reason will ring true regardless of who speaks it. Reason needs no voice to be heard.
NOW.
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Hey! Hey Won-Ki! Wang my chang!
Wang your chang!
Chris changs his wang!
OK, documentary called, "How Chris became a stupid-" Hey!
Father-raping walrus!
I just remembered that I have to go to the bathroom.
Look, Charles, a tortoise!
What's up?
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"You can't spell 'espionage' without 'onage' (ownage) !"
-Mike Cannon
"What'd you do?"
"Stampeding."
"That's not so bad."
"Through the Vatican?"
"ooOOOooo, kinky!"
-Blazing Saddles
I have a technical question for you. My dad is a college professor, and they have Finale software in the music department. I managed to copy the files to my computer, but it required an administrator password (from the college computer) to open. How do I find the password?
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Hey! Hey Won-Ki! Wang my chang!
Wang your chang!
Chris changs his wang!
OK, documentary called, "How Chris became a stupid-" Hey!
Father-raping walrus!
I just remembered that I have to go to the bathroom.
Look, Charles, a tortoise!
Your admin?
A different admin?
Um... I don' unnnerstand, suh!
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"You can't spell 'espionage' without 'onage' (ownage) !"
-Mike Cannon
"What'd you do?"
"Stampeding."
"That's not so bad."
"Through the Vatican?"
"ooOOOooo, kinky!"
-Blazing Saddles
P.S. Arlen goes to DS now and has a dA account, ~VoicelessReason.
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Hey! Hey Won-Ki! Wang my chang!
Wang your chang!
Chris changs his wang!
OK, documentary called, "How Chris became a stupid-" Hey!
Father-raping walrus!
I just remembered that I have to go to the bathroom.
Look, Charles, a tortoise!
Arlen? Really? I guess when I visit in October, I'll see yous guys.
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"You can't spell 'espionage' without 'onage' (ownage) !"
-Mike Cannon
"What'd you do?"
"Stampeding."
"That's not so bad."
"Through the Vatican?"
"ooOOOooo, kinky!"
-Blazing Saddles
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