:hostile takeover:so i'm just supposed to log in and make sure the account doesn't die but he's got to expect i'd be doing this. chris is in costa rica right now, living it up as a fes. he's got 160 messages that i'm not gonna touch...when he gets back on the 19th of August he may deal with them as he wishes. maybe he'd actually go comment on my pictures...:strokes non-existant beard and plots:
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peopleAfter the door crashed shut, all that could be heard was the clicking of the wardens boots as he walked down the hallway. Then there was the sound of Jim coughing, and a wet splash as the blood hit the floor. He spat, and there was a soft clack, one of his teeth hitting the cement in the center of the red splatters. Just lie to them, whispered the voice from the next cell over, the sound coming around the smooth gray walls dividing the cells. Youve suffered enough. Be done with it. I will take what they can- His voice was interrupted by coughing, and the sound of more blood splashing on thepeople
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the ocean's tempestThe Oceans Tempestthe ocean's tempest
The man drowsily looked out from the top of the sand dune. The ice blue sky stretched uninterrupted from one edge of the world to the other, except for the searing magnesium white of the sun. He spurred his camel onward, down the face of the dune. The dune was colossal, shaped like the hump of some great leviathan rising from the sands. The sand was a baked yellow color, and the sun shined off of it, blindingly bright. Everywhere he looked, he had to squint. He realized that it had been a full hour since he had last drunk any water, and got out
by ~ifrog
a guided meditationeveryone, sit back, get comfortable. close your eyes, and just open yourself up to experiencing this meditation. you are standing in a forest. there are huge trees all around you, towering over you. you are standing on a path, and you start to walk down it. you can hear leaves crackling under your feet. the smell of fresh dirt, the feel of ferns as they brush your legs. You stop, close your eyes, and just listen to the sounds of the forest. you open your eyes, and continue walking down the path. off in the forest you see a fallen tree, surrounded by vegetation. You stride throua guided meditation
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a response to love poetryso youve got a boyfriend. big freaking deal. its not going to last forever, and odds are it wont be longer than maybe a month or, if youre lucky, two. of course, he tells you he loves you. how many kids do you want to have? what kind of house do you want to live in? he stills admires that cheerleader when she bends over, and he still wishes you looked more like the girl who sits in front of him. he wishes that you had bigger boobs, and that you weighed less. odds are, hes just putting up with you so that youll spread your legs. no, he isnt different. no, he doesnt ta response to love poetry
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Musing-type things about wordsMusing about scriptTEXTBOBO# jjmBIN0The day of the spoken word has passed.Musing-type things about words
Voices are passe, speaking is redundant.
True communication can only be achieved through text.
Text can be refined.
Defined.
Designed.
But, like all great advancements in society, script can its drawbacks.
Sarcasm, humanitys greatest plug-in, cannot be transcribed.
That is unacceptable.
Unreliable.
Insufferable.
Spoken word cannot be edited, but written words are flat.
Then again, that only refers to certain subjects.
Emotions should only be allowed in text.
Not only are we allowed passion, but we are given thought as well.
No longer are reactions instant.
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