Limited Appeal Standards are to appearances as expectations are not Punk Theme Reputation in question did the job for me. Open Subtext Roman empire in context (Greek manner bridled in) GridIron Rout competition cut distance off in a grim challenge
Bluebell Wood was always heaven And I would spend so much time there Even being only seven We knew a paradise so fair, Times of innocently playing Often when it was not raining, Those bluebells grew in clumps so small A wonder they were seen at all. Then one day with playful banter Each from his village neighbourhood As we approached our verdant wood A sign proclaimed: ‘Do Not Enter!’ Stopping suddenly in ...
I have been transfering over my poetry from old floppy disks onto one of my zip disks, and I found this old poem from high school, though I do not consider it some of my best prose work, I am still struck by the philosophy behind it. Headstone On my grave I wonder what it will say. It should be something meaningful, but by then could it really mean anything? Though I will not be there to read it, they will be ...
Well today I finally found one of my long lost 2 GB drives on which I would back-up some of my files. Thankfully I had quite a bit on there, including a ninety-page autobiographical poem, the beginings of a novel, an incomplete essay on the philosophy of language as well as some other stuff, all of which I thought had gone down with the ship when my computer crashed. Sadly, my magnus opus of film criticism (if you will ), a thirty page essay analyizing the paradoxically compassionate portrayal ...
There is a storm coming on electricty is flowing through my viens there will be fires in the sky as I set my soul ablaze.
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