Passing on move along we drift in circles now Im not certain who I am, I not sure I even care. The mask I wear outmost today, Is pale and fraile as paper It hides the stronger shield I wear. Protect Me from the world Layers on layers like an ogre I have become. Truth Is that now Ive forgotten who it was I am. But today they fell the masks weee smashed, ...
Updated 08-20-2008 at 05:31 PM by Nightshade
There's a movie based on a man named Patch Adams with Robin Wlliams in it (most of it is indeed quite fictional); that man graduated from my old school and I attended the lecture he gave when he revisited, I wouldn't even call it a lecture, it was more of an eye opener, Thru all he said, I cannot help but think he was indeed right, we live in a corporate world, where wealth is valued more than anything else, more than a country and it's citizens, this man spent his days humoring ...
FINALLY! Sleepywitch, I have to submit a thesis for graduate school, and since I didn't have one lying around the house I got to write one of my own choosing -which excited me, because this paper has been written in my head for some time. You only read part of the chronological part; my approach (which, btw, for me is always a "loose notion" as to how to go about it) included 1) Introducing the topic and defining madness 2) Delineating relevant ...
My husband drove us out in the fields last night to find a Christmas tree. He circled the fields three times and let us look at every tree. You can’t really judge the size of a tree from the truck so the last trip around he got out and stood by each tree so we could get a good idea of how big each tree was. We stood in the cold and watched while he cut the tree down and loaded into the back of his truck. Did I mention that it was cold. I had made beans for dinner and I promised hot cocoa to ...
Seven days and nights now we've been fleeing through this jungle, the beast's shrill cries growing louder and closer at night. We are all on edge; and some have fled, and some are dead, and there are six of us let together. The other men are bone tired and nearing psychotic or nervous breakdowns. The conditions make it as oppressive as if in a tunnel mine. There is no place to go; they had taken their best guess as direction and traveled straight, but found no end to the jungle; mountains and hills, ...
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