How do I describe cold? I am sure that many are familiar with the sensation of cold, but to live here, in the Canadian Prairies, cold takes on a new dimension, lol! When I go out with my dog in the bitter wee hours of a winter's night, the silence is deafening. Such a statement seems overdone, but seriously, one can hear a door shut miles away. A train's whistle ...
Updated 11-20-2008 at 12:15 PM by kiz_paws
Do you ever just want to curl in a ball and cry? Not for any real reason except that you feel so alone and tired. I live in a dream world, I wish it was real. I wish I never had to come back here. I could just stay with my imagination in never never land all day long. I guess that's how you get sent to the funny farm. I'm not crazy. I'm just lonely and in dreamland people are so much nicer than in real life. I'm a mess.
"With a curious eye, a critical mind, and a fairly withheld judgement Blinker considered the temples, pagodas and kiosks of popularized delights. Hoi polloi trampled, hustled, and crowded him. Basket parties bumped him; sticky children tumbled, howling, under his feet, candying his clothes. Insolent youths strolling among the booths with hard-won canes under one arm and easily won girls on the other, blew defiant smoke from cheap cigars into his face. The publicity gentlemen with megaphones, ...
A strange way to proof read your essay. I'm singing it . Though it is about quarter passed 12am and I've been at is since I got up. I doubt I've improved it as much as I should've but I'd be happy if I could just scrape a C with it. A C is good. A C is fine. Fuller updates on the way, tomorrow I hope. I'll have to see how I go. I've got plenty to do, exams, tweaking coursework, interesting new books to read for inspiration. I've had a bit of an idea, based on the evil priests from 300 but I'm ...
I do write poetry on occasion, although I rarely post it. Here is one I posted here quite awhile ago. Before I wake A hollow noise child's thudding heart from a distant place a child screams nail driven into a fragile arm I will not remember I will not remember the mist of a dream blood rushes to my face I can never forget
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