Control...the essence of the superficial to arrive at notwithstanding. Compose...the prescription for the essence to assess the solitaire in chance. Analyze...the balance of the prescription to achieve the reasonable. Choose...the reality of balance to separate last minute from first review. Distribute...stores of reality to contemplate the significance of reaction.
Mechanical Angel She stood with mechanical wings rusting obliviously in the rain a face twisted in pain crude tears stain her automatic face Joints stiffening her nuts and bolts no longer move creaking ungracefully tarnished and forgotten Poor constructed angel her mechanisms disjointed gears and cogs whine and squeak with no mercy Left cold, unfeeling ...
Updated 02-05-2009 at 05:28 AM by Dark Muse
Okay, finished The Awakening this morning. I was like, "I KNEW SHE WOULD DROWN! I KNEW IT!" in the middle of my theatre test I had finished and other were still testing and I totally was reading my english assignment and yelled that. It was one of those moments and I was that kid. I am toally enjoying theatre. I was in two school perfomances during Jr. High (yes, Jr. High) and I quit when I got to highschool because my former teacher was a freak and the high school 9th ...
When does real life approach the Grand Design? Will the piths of plenty ever overpower the dirth of subjective value in arrogance? The scale rides in the balance. Quantity, someday, somehow, must approach its quantifier, variety. if it is to continue to contribute to the even fabric of stability and, with random soundness, pass the test of time.
Spaced out by waiting in wide open spaces I hear the cicadas, out by the trees. Where the swallows skim lightly, close over land's carpet, there is a connection. There, by the base of your shadow. There, where your foot sole's tied on tight. Creeping up your spine, flashing in your grey eyes bright, there is a connection.
Updated 10-13-2010 at 08:15 PM by Silas Thorne
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