Book!I really just need to force myself to get it done.
Wish me luck, I guess.
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BeginningHe staggers drunkenly, with limbs too long and feet the size of rowboats. His arms are poor excuses for oars; they cannot reach the liquid humps of the floor. He speaks in a blend of melted ice and broken bones, a scream of missing pieces. His tongue cannot translate; it sticks to the roof of his mouth, made of rubber cement and filled with wet, heavy sand. He stumbles over heaving floorboards and guttural sounds, hits himself over the head with petrified kneecaps and the dead fish that molds behind his teeth.Beginning
When he is asked, "are you happy?" by the voice of his mother sister boss neighbor, he shrugs his shoulders, mirroring th
by ~TheNotSoLostArt
Queer, Fag, HomoI am proud to stand up and say that I'm a fag, a queer, a homo, a dyke, a lesbian. You pass me on the street and yell these terms at me as though they will put a curse on me. But I nod my head and say, "yes, I am."Queer, Fag, Homo
I am proud to be different. You all dress the same, and you all live the same lives. And when anything comes up that could make you happy you push it away, because it isn't the norm. I have embraced my queerness and I am happy.
So, yeah, maybe I won't get married. And maybe I won't have kids. And maybe it'll be harder for me to fall in love because more of the population is straight than gay. A
by ~TheNotSoLostArt
A Poetic RantI am no poet. Imagery flies overhead and flutters about, a tease of an idea. A beating of feathered wings.A Poetic Rant
I am no poet. I forget about pictures and flowered language. I write to figure it out-- What I am trying to say.
I am no poet. I like to write about love. About people who will sit outside all night, or who will quit smoking, for her.
I am no poet. I erase images and replace them with words that sit in their own meanings and just wait to be noticed.
I am no poet. Imagery escapes me and
by ~TheNotSoLostArt
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Prosocial BehaviorProsocial Behavior: Acts that demonstrate a sense of empathy, caring, and ethics.Prosocial Behavior
In the Second Grade I kicked my best friend, Mathew, in the balls with white cowboy boots because he tried to kiss me on the playground at recess after I'd told him no.
Sophomore year of college, after sitting through half
of my Developmental Psychology class on Childhood Friendships, my Professor tells us that children who had a primary best friend
of the opposite sex
when they were growing up tend to be socially mal-adjusted &nb
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And in the choir I saw our sad Messiah.
He was bored and tired of my laments.
Said, "I died for you one time, but never again"
--Brand New, Limousine
It's nice to see someone who's actually
heard of it
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And in the choir I saw our sad Messiah.
He was bored and tired of my laments.
Said, "I died for you one time, but never again"
--Brand New, Limousine
It totally made me want to take up throat singing
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And in the choir I saw our sad Messiah.
He was bored and tired of my laments.
Said, "I died for you one time, but never again"
--Brand New, Limousine
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This is a triumph. I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS!
Clubs I be in and Blue's Showdowns I did.
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Join my clubs
I'M A PROUD PERCY WEASLEY FAN. DEAL WITH IT!
Why do I like yaoi, you ask? It's because I hit my head as a child and ever since I just can't think straight! xDDD
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