The Thinker. |
My mistake: I skipped through what was practical, and figured it seemed easier to pick up the pieces, instead of trying hard to keep it all together. Its true- no one can open the door but ourselves; ...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 14:07:00 GMT |
The Future Is _______. |
Broken. Unsure. Unknown. Unwanted. Telling...It's as fruitless to wonder as it is to hum a song written about love, without the capacity to do so; without the foundation to respect and understand ...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 11:08:00 GMT |
The Little Prince. |
This is a piece of the story "The Little Prince" by Antoine De Saint-Exupery which is a children's story but amazingly written many years ago. Enjoy. "Good morning," said the fox. "Good mor...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 16:23:00 GMT |
Shadows of Ourselves. |
Living each day is a sacrfice. Between people expecting you to accomodate to their needs or others demanding that you meet their expectations, life is hardly simple. Despite the different degrees of...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Mar 2006 12:09:00 GMT |
Getting To Know Who? |
Name: Kelly
Star Sign: * silly.
Birthdate: I was never born.
Sex: YES, please.
Sexual Partner #: Well I get drunk and forgetful alot...so..
Lines and lines and lines and lines and lines of us...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Aug 2004 09:05:00 GMT |
The Misadventures of Rio. |
She's that girl you've seen - where you know the party never dies. The look in her eyes says she's always willing to settle for promises of nothing. There isn't much she needs to have the time of he...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jul 2004 09:51:00 GMT |
The Androgynous Nightlife. |
Transparent clothing cut above the waist. Unnatural shades of color streaked through your hair. Pastel scarves ornately worn around your neck. Using your everyday tie as a belt-accessory. Vague facial...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Jul 2004 00:34:00 GMT |
What a Girl Wants. |
Ah the past few weeks. Unemployed. Air conditioning. Hopeless loafer? Shiftless dreamer? Maybe. I can say though that I have a serious case of cabin fever, and have almost taken out this rage on...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jul 2004 20:10:00 GMT |
We All Have Powers. |
Wednesday finally came. The hours flew by as Edric's pending arrival grew closer and closer. Come 9:30pm, growing anxious for bitter defeats and condescending name calling, I called up Gabriel and c...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Jul 2004 15:59:00 GMT |
The Final Cannon Spike. |
What seems like decades ago, an adolescent rivalry began deep in the hearts of three innocent children. Not a general rivalry, in life these three have an unbreakable bond of brotherhood, but a rival...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jun 2004 10:39:00 GMT |
