English w. a Minor in HistoryThis is a meaningless, rhetorical bite of the thumb A literary, image-ridden slip of the tongue This is Self-indulgent, narsasistic without a doubt This is what higher education teaches us And everything we choose to leave out In our recitaiting explanations of the wornout motifs Played back on our wired brains in broadband streams We're so dialed into the way the texts tell us to feel Juxstaposed against our convient foils Signed, analogously yours, Holden CaulfieldEnglish w. a Minor in History
Have I got your attention now or do I need somethin
Homesick at Space CampTonight the headphones will deliver to you the words that I can’t sayHomesick at Space Camp
–Fall Out Boy This story borrows many lines and turns of phrases from several bands. Each section is meant to read like a song from a group in the genre, and from that idea, representing a period of time in my life, though this isn’t autobiographical, but fictional. The lyrics of Ken Vasoli, Andrew McMahon, Ace Enders, Pete Wentz, Chris Carrabba, and others are theirs, but I’ve got a sizable share of stock in their words, emotions, and stories.
PART I Something Corporate- “Walking By” from Audioboxer and “I Want To Save You,” “Punk Rock
Drive ThruHis legs fell over the side of the bed. He picked his way across the room to the stereo, careful not to harm the hand-me-downs and photographs spread across the floor. Richard played it low. This was just the background; he still wanted it all to come to him, every rustle, every pad of foot against carpet. He got it, the opening notes, the amber glow, her feet rubbing together in her sleep, all as he slipped into her jeans and his sneakers; his pin-striped blazer he put on with a flourish. His legs spanned yards, in two steps he was to the window, and with a well rehearsed leg-up-and-out he was gone. He went and the 2.12.99 strokeDrive Thru
I unashamedly wanted to add some backing to this theory of yours.
Your art is pretty freaking cool. Your prose..well, let's say it takes me a lot to actually read anything on this site.
I don't understand why your pageviews are so few, you're obviously a very talented bloke.
Keep up the good work.
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Paranoia, insomnia, 'flu, snake-bites and cake..what a failure of a combination if ever I did see one. ~ Jon
It was her scars that made her beautiful ~ Ash: A Secret History
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Paine: You're a pain. Minus four respect points, Rikku.
Rikku: Uh-oh, how many points left?
Paine: Forty-seven.
Rikku: That's not a whole lot, is it?
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WHO'S your Rikku?!
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R.I.P Kurt Cobain Feb. 29, 1967-- April 5, 1994
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Jinxy
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NYA! IM A CAT!
cat? im a kitty cat! and i dance dance dance, and i dance dance dance! cat? im a kitty cat! and i meow meow meow, and i meow meow meow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
cats have the ability to take over the world!!!!!!!!!!! :3
and your unashamed use of the word emo when descrubing yourself is admirable ^^
-watches-
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The essence of the vessel is the void therein.
but you have my appriciation anyway though.
xx
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i was wondering if you could critique my revision of "ugly." to say us the pain of a thousand failed im connections and a final flawed e-mail, it is here on deviantart. it is titled "ugly revised." thanks.
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"I'm like a pelican at riptide:
I'm a corpse, I'm not a fisherman."
*TheWritersMeow
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Because when Armaggedon hits, where will YOUR Easy Bake Oven be?
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What is your name? WHAT IS YOUR NAME? Your name is MUD, bitch, now carry my bookbag before I feed your left testicle to this dog.
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Behind the hatred lies a murderous desire for love.
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