TrenchesAnd he ran around in circles screaming, "Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes." And his head was always running, a confused and muddled mess The tracks from previous vagrants ran beneath his weathered boots But he never saw it coming, running him head first into the groundTrenches
The walls of dirt around him filled up his line of sight to the brim So true to himself but to no one else, He never could say no He looked to names, they flew just above his head, filling all the empty space So lost and enraptured by the Everlasting Gaze in his mind
Something told him he could And for a while he believ
Nice DreamIt's 3:15 and all I can do Is stare at the light green LED glow Of time. Three. Five. One.Nice Dream
My head is somewhat mangled - and lost Somewhere between two vices, hard rock places, And I am unsure of where I belong.
I slowly blink away the sediment, perhaps. And refuse to sleep/wake. A limbo of sorts. Somebody laughs as my right ear songs static.
Everything and everyone, five and three is lethargic Uncomfortable sweat, mingles with the smell of home And a sundry of radiant hues is torn asunder.
Seven. Three. One. The world (both) is (are) dead. &nb
FlashbackAlright, so there it was, opening night at the Garces All Purpose Building. We were pumped. Me, and everyone else were busy peeking through the stage’s sponge-painted wall’s cracks out at the audience. We were going to be doing the One Acts that night. Twelve student directed, student played plays and monologues. Everyone was tense as hell, but we all took a deep breath as Claire went out, the audience hushed and in their seats, the doors closed to bar entry from any late comers. She gave the opening night speech and we all laughed nervously as the crowd chuckled along with her one liners. And then, Bam! It was Showtime. &nbsFlashback
The Story of John TalbotJohn Talbot grew up living a life few people were privileged to lead. He was an only child born to two loving parents in Sacramento, California. His mother had instilled in him a desire to explore nature and constantly took him on trips to the Sequoia forests to further his interest. His father had taken martial arts from an early age and had passed it on to Talbot, enrolling him into a Goju Ryu Karate-Do Dojo at the age of 7.The Story of John Talbot
Those were some of the happier years of his life. As school began to become a bigger issue, Talbot found himself being drawn away from his martial arts
Dragon in the SkyThere is a star that i see, Twinkling down at me. It sparkles and shines, And becomes a dragon before my eyes.Dragon in the Sky
A mighty shape in the sky, Draco's reflection shines in my eye. I see his history, His battles that still contain mystery.
Fights with knights, Bold and brash. One fighting for his life, The other for sport.
Draco the soft-hearted, He was called by his kin, For rescuing a princess, And falling in love.
They cursed him for loving a human, And shunned him, And yet his kindness and love remained.
Violin
Steppin down from the peanut box.
it's finally happened...they made a Blood and Coco moive, it was a lame book and i'm sure it'll be a two star movie, but i'll probably end up seeing it anyway. hope everything's good at Davis.
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"It's a beautiful feeling, Doctor, a beautiful feeling."
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Sometimes, I think I can see right through myself.
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"It's all right to be afraid, . . . because this part won't be like a comic book. Real life doesn't fit into little boxes that were drawn for it."
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1 in 4 Americans are Californian, but only 1 in 4 Californians are American
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Support bacteria. They're the only culture some people have. -Unknown
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Umm, yes! Today is Gorb-Gorb, the Tamaranean festival of berating draperies. STUPID CURTAINS!!
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[link] - my head - or worse, what's in it!
[link] - friends stories
[link] - my heart - go ahead and love/stab it!
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Sometimes, I think I can right through myself.
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Alan is my middle name. [link]
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