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Sorry for what? Last night, I looked out side into the cascading snow.There, stooped on a mound, was a creature. With arms and legs like any man but it was just too frail. Its shoulder blades looked close to tearing out of the pale mesh that served as its skin. Each rib was defined to a grotesque degree. It sat there, stark naked in the cold as snow covered its hallow shoulders.its face was hidden by its hands and what they held.
I covered my mouth at the sight of this morbid creature. As I did so, said creature presented its face to me.Slowly his body unfurled as he turned on the loose snow covered mound. lowering his hands and what they held. His face was elongated at the snout and held many sharp teeth. His skin was stretched over each sharp edge of his features.The pale flesh was so tortuously tight around his illuminated eyes that I surely believed he could not close them.His hair hung in dirty mats around his face and over his dark eyebrows. So much like &
A Hero full of Pride It's a shame to see something so strong at it lowest. It's a shame when you realise that the thing that you believe in the most is a mere human. Flesh and bone like you. The strength that, that one human holds is the strength of changing your world with their story. One slurred story fills your mind with wonders of days passed. One slurred story continuosly played forth, etches richly in your mind. All your hopes and dreams circle that one story.
The story is filled with such pride. So much pride that you feel proud to even repeat that story. So much pride that you weep at the loss of such a story. So Much Pride that the story seems unreal.
So much pride that the human who told it to you is not worthy enough to tell the story because they are a wreck , a mock of the hero. So much pride that it hurts to realise that it is a true story and that the time of the story has long passed.So much pride that it hurts to realise that no other being could possibly follow the same story line as
Cosas de la vida - Respeto parte 3Cosas de la vida - Respeto
(Historia basada en hechos reales)
Últimamente he analizado mucho esta frase:
¨No le hagas promesas a una chica si sabes que no puedes cumplirlas¨
La primera vez que la escuche fue proveniente de un videojuego, chistoso saben, es interesante ver que cuando eres niño ignoras muchas cosas de la vida y simplemente no las comprendes del todo, pero ahora cada vez que volteo a ver mi pasado no dejo de pensar en la absoluta verdad de esta frase.
Me quede parado en el salón como zombi por un momento, de repente mi cerebro se había desconectado del mundo exterior para poder concentrarse solamente en aquella persona que se retiraba en brazos de la psicóloga, tan llena de tristeza que hasta lo desbordaba con sus llantos, nunca pude soportar verla en esa condición, al perderlas de vista fue en ese momento cuando mis neuronas revivieron logrando que mi cerebro reaccionara, muc
For everyone.This is not my work. This is the final speech by Charlie Chaplin from the movie The Great Dictator. I just felt that this needs to be shared as much as possible.
I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone - if possible - Jew, Gentile - black man - white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness - not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.
Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us c
Insomia Part 3There isn't as wonderful and as destructive as two words put together. Nothing drives a man into insanity of such hope and regret all the same time. But it is there. There to entice and to despise one's choice. Onto my notes, on this sleepless nights, I continue on what was there and what I have.
"What if" What if I go left instead of right? What if she wasn't impulsive enough to let me have a chance? What if I wasn't impulsive enough not to punch that break wall. I hate those two words put together and nothing aches more than that regret. It shows on my notes, it shows on my words and if my papers could bleed back then, I would see only a red mark on what I am reading now. Instead not even the tear stain are left. Nothing but the words and my memories are left on what have happened.
I should have known. Maybe I thought her friendliness was more than just being friendly. Why did I have thought I was special? I don't know. But she didn't told me otherwise. She didn't invalidate what I f
a haiyku 4 my sodnicu tookl my breth awya
sonci won u stay
now u have a scraf and bandag wow so gay
choorus: die die die die die diee fhusiie die die djeh
oh snoc ur so fstast
i play iu tooo the last
u look smuch more badast
witout som dum armcasts
Corohus: diendid dide die die dieuhd die diej die
so i writ dis haikoo
bcausst u r such poo
u mak me wannn 2 speew
chourus: die die diehs die disi die die die djhw die die
thbbfank u 4 listening dayt was my snong 4 da new sonic i think i relluy lik him he is vryr kool 4 my schkdoiol nd i tink evey shud giv a chanc, he is grany socic and pobbly STONHGER than babyb sonuk (tha old nd dsshit soinic) and dafhdy soincic (the 1 frum 006)
Autumn: A memoryHome: it's autumn, my son is just born, giving time for me to be ready next season, when I'll go into heat again. We have bid farewell to the ancestral spirits, welcoming the land resting and gorging on the sweet fallen fruits while we still can. My cubs play not far from my den, out of sight but safe in the middle of Clan territory. There are few dangers for them to find even in the Wilds, though accidents happen. They play chase with other cubs; I can feel their joy, my daughter's healer instincts to care for the young brother that only recently mastered his physical aspect. We are one. I sense others connected to their playmates in yhe same manner. We are Clan and all is one. The creatures celebrate the land sleeping with us, many beginning to mate, others sleeping themselves, more who feast on these last treats. Those with the talent have just returned from a hunt, my Mate among them. My mother, preparing me to use my own skills, notes the way I sense the energies of Clan and home
A Change of Fate Chapter 8: Fates dream Part 4They soon stumble upon 2 doors
Both doors had knockers but no handles
Stella: how are we supposed to get through?
she wondered aloud
Door knocker 1: ITS VERY RUDE TO STARE!
Stella: oh I'm sorry!
she steps back
The other knocker tries to speak with its ring in its mouth
Stella: I can't hear you.
She took the ring out of his mouth
the door asps in relief
Door2: oh it feels so good to have that out!
Door2: as I was saying. Don't talk to him he's deaf as a post!
Door1: MUMBLE MUMBLE MUMBLE! YOUR A WONDERFUL CONVERSATIONIST!
she is confused
Door 2: you can talk but all you do is moan!!
they start to argue
Door1: ITS NO GOOD! CANT HRAR YOU!
Stella plays referee
Stella: where do these doors lead to?
they answer her
Door2: search me where just the knockers
Stella: well then how do I get in?
they both answer at the same time
Both: knock and the door will open.
Stella: which door?
Door2: doesn't m
Crazy Phone ThreatTonight, I'm taking everything you have.
Your TV, your car. If you got a wife.
Say goodbye for the last time; because she's mine!
Insomia Part 4Denial suddenly kicks in onto many forms to ease the pain. To ease the pain of what they say is unrequited love, but denial has a way of hiding the truth from oneself. I have denied it. I denied that there was something wrong, that all of these sleepless nights are just part of my mental fragility onto the stress of the words that I've held. But looking on to my notes, even back then they told me I was lying to myself. I was as the song goes. "A great pretender"
Nothing happened. Absolutely nothing has happened. It is business as usual. All of these thoughts were on my head. But my feet got a little spring in them. Maybe this is the time where I don't end in the tragical part of the story. This might be my chance to have my own happy ending. But no, don't give too much hope. Hope against your heart's hope that she has answered what you have asked. Besides, she was the one who first told you. So what if you almost broke your knuckles to that brick wall? It was just a small payment for a
I had a heart once. I had a heart once. I don't know when I lost it, all I know is that it was sometime ago. I believe it happened while one evening I was touring the roads on my bike. Feeling the wind through my hair, hearing it as it roared by my bare ears.
I love the way the leather grips feel under my tight fingers, or how the motor purrs between my legs. The heavy intoxicating smell of sun heated tar of the road. I will admit the odd sharp speck to the face every time a lone bug collides with me in the rush is unsettling but the whole idea that I know I'm looking cool is enough to keep me calm. Yup, heart racing fast it was definitely still there.
I sped through a small town like the jackass I am. Making the women scream and the men yell. The buildings were nice. they looked old and kinda made the town look like it was made out of toys.A little tinker town where the people are always moving.yeah,but I sped through it. That's when I believe it happened.
Racing down the sea side run. Fee
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