doingitagain
06-02-2011, 04:00 AM
I am looking for serious feedback as to my language and image creation. Thank you for your consideration and time. Everything will be appreciated.
Johnny awoke with a start! “…What a dream,” he thought. The circumstances surrounding his life were simple to understand, yet complex in their effects, and his fragile mindset was fertile ground for ayahuasca, but he relinquished it to C2H5OH. Eighty-four ounces of beer filled his belly, and at the beginning of his 49th he was ready to accept the truths his psyche had found too dangerous to soberly accept. We find Johnny in the middle of a probation term (1 yr), and on the verge of another court case with a similar charge, drugs; the fear of being taken away from everything he loves began to transform him into an awkward mix of appreciation of freedom and disabling depression. To pass the time in a constructive manner, he read literary classics from Dostoevsky to Kerouac, and the latter struck a chord with this Free Bird’s thoughts, “Why shouldn’t we let go of a piece of our normality for a glimpse into another lifestyle?” Music, not the kind that keeps you grinding against a pussy or ****, but the kind that makes you raise a fist in solidarity, was his escape from inevitable judgment. While he was sleeping he was slave to his emotions and drunkenness.
Johnny awoke with a start! “…What a dream,” he thought. The circumstances surrounding his life were simple to understand, yet complex in their effects, and his fragile mindset was fertile ground for ayahuasca, but he relinquished it to C2H5OH. Eighty-four ounces of beer filled his belly, and at the beginning of his 49th he was ready to accept the truths his psyche had found too dangerous to soberly accept. We find Johnny in the middle of a probation term (1 yr), and on the verge of another court case with a similar charge, drugs; the fear of being taken away from everything he loves began to transform him into an awkward mix of appreciation of freedom and disabling depression. To pass the time in a constructive manner, he read literary classics from Dostoevsky to Kerouac, and the latter struck a chord with this Free Bird’s thoughts, “Why shouldn’t we let go of a piece of our normality for a glimpse into another lifestyle?” Music, not the kind that keeps you grinding against a pussy or ****, but the kind that makes you raise a fist in solidarity, was his escape from inevitable judgment. While he was sleeping he was slave to his emotions and drunkenness.