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The NothingI want you to think about the idea of nothing. It’s not as simple as it seems. It really doesn’t exist in the world. When you say that a person has nothing it’s not true. They have your attention, at the very least. They could also have the clothes they are wearing, a future, even if it isn’t much of one, the few cents you drop into their empty cup as you walk by. They have something, even if it isn’t much, it’s not nothing.The Nothing
Another scenario: a child is kidnapped, and the parents say that they will stop at nothing to get their child back. This is simply not true. If the only way they were to be able
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Just a DreamI clenched my eyes as tight as I could and took three deep, telling myself that there was absolutely no possible way that… that thing was really there. I slowly opened my eyes one at a time. The monster was gone, but I was still in a room made of flesh and bone. Tiny rivulets of blood ran down the… walls. The floor, for lack of a better word, had a heart beat. “This is not real,” I told myself. “Oh no, little human. This is very real.” The slimy, slithering voice of the creature that could strike fear into the heart of Steven King came from behind me. My knees locked as I tried to convinceJust a Dream
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IntuitionI can remember the person that changed how I thought, how my brain processed information, how I viewed the world. Her name was Cynthia Lückterig. If I could only pick one word to describe her, it would be interesting. But that doesn’t even come close to explaining her.Intuition
Cynthia lived about one house down from me and across the street. She was the tiniest person you would ever meet, only two feet tall at the age of ten. Her hair was the color of sun dripped clouds and just as soft. Her eyes were a blue that saw to your soul. Yet it was her skin that was the most interesting. No matter how long she spent in the sun light,
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- Current Residence: the place i live
- Interests: reading, writing, music
- Favourite movie: Rocky Horror Picture Show
- Favourite band or musician: Infected Mushroom
- Favourite genre of music: Rock or Trance
- Favourite artist: too many to pick
- Favourite poet or writer: again . . . too many to pick
- Favourite photographer: yet again . . . too many to pick
- Favourite style of art: how many times do i have to say it? same thing as above^
- Favourite game: Sudeki
- Favourite gaming platform: Super Nintendo!!! (OLD SCHOOL!!! XD
- Favourite cartoon character: I CAN'T PICK!!!!
- Personal Quote: Forget the risk, take the fall. If it's meant to be, it's woth it all.
- Tools of the Trade: depends on what you're talking about
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Hiding my face in this crowd isn't too hard...
just till I see your face smiling at mine...
thats when I realize I am the only one...
around...
Funny how I never tell you how I feel till its the wrong time..
I love you...
you just don't see it any more..
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Really, it doesn't matter (
sorry i didnt state before, but it says my name on my profile
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Really, it doesn't matter (
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You have some interesting writings there...I read few pieces (like your style very much), don't have much time right now, but will come back to read some more...if I'm right about what I saw, you just might get a fan, here
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And this is why, Mother Earth, I wept inwardly for thee at the moment of the immense parade called Time: the clowns were passing, and everybody knows that inside, somwhere, their hearts are broken.
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