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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
Read the Description."We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"
-- Robin Williams, Dead Poets Society.
A Short Speech from Aang to Captured EarthbendersLadies and gentlemen of the Earth Kingdom.
What the Fire Nation has done to you is the equivalent of trying to drown a fish in water!
They have imprisoned you within your own village!
You are earthbenders! You are surrounded by earth!
Wonderbolt Road - Chapter SevenInside the Wonderbolt Academy, almost three years later, Firefly was feeling bright and buzzed on a morning in the Cloudsdale skies. She was enjoying her time in the Wonderbolts, getting to such daring stunts and helping out everypony in need when she could. However, the pink mare’s favourite part was meeting her dear fans. Right after each show, hoards of young colts and fillies would line up to get her autograph and pictures taken with her. Although the process of this was long, Firefly did not care a bit as she was satisfied that she was making young ponies happy like a kid on Hearth’s Warming morning when they met her. She was curious as to what kind of flyers would join her.
At the moment, Firefly was busy teaching some of her new students. She enjoyed teaching the students, and her teacher Thunder Strike was very impressed, so much so that she had Firefly promoted to leader of the entire Wonderbolts when she retired a few months back. The pink mare was honoured to be
EPICNESS!!!The creator of this song said... "This is Another Song I made a while ago. I personally Think that sonic EXE is not Scared at all. But I feel like this theme fits him. So i hope you guys enjoy it . Thank you for watching "
#131 Tainted Love#131 Amour Empoisonné
Deux de mes amis virtuels étaient venus chez moi jouer à la console. Les heures passaient et c’était le cadet de nos soucis jusqu’à ce que mon ventre grogne famine. Affamée, je me suis décidée à aller chercher un flan, le mettre dans une assiette et de les rejoindre. Ma journée aurait été tout à faire « normal » si je n’aurais pas changé de décor en un claquement de doigt. De ma petite ville de Franche Comté, j'étais maintenant au centre de Paris, dans un restaurant d'une équipe que je connaissais bien. Il faisait beau, chaud et c’était un magnifique jour pour leur ouverture. Cependant, je me demandais ce que mes amis allait penser de ma soudaine disparation. Les chefs de la production venaient assez rapidement à ma rencontre pour s'excuser de leur invitation un peu brutale. A vrai dire, je n'avais
encanto duallos llantos son ríos que sucumbe
ante el encanto libido que tiene
los falsos hombres por la dualidad.
Declarations of a Chimney headIt's hard to be romantic with a head full of smoke, and it is no longer easy to feel the pleasure of a good aura when your lungs reject the atmosphere
But that's the joke of many authors, it is not? The urban citizen, a stressed and sick yuppie, running on the hamster wheel, drinking electricity and eating solid lies with fries and a big Refrigerant.
A complete pseudo-zombie,dry and featureless,
golem of clay that would never be able to feel inspired or create, without the help of glorious green plains, mountains of ice, and of course: The glorious starlight
balls of gas that shines so far
But its brilliance shines so close
How many poems they wrote about then?
Is that because they are God's most divine creation?
Or of the poets, great lack of imagination?
This crime is so that accuses the city, erase the sky with their artificial lights, depriving us of celestial guides, always p
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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