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Today I received it! My own novel! 7 Seconds: A Typical Guy, Atypical Life!
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Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 2:39 AM UTC
Success!
tonight while i sleep shadows will peel from lampposts and party long finally free :-)
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Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 4:19 PM UTC
night secrets
Ar ar ar Merry deathmas Massive boon of life, you No man feasts on your bones Not those very fungi (sorry) Fi Fum drum you Protoctist **** Shear the skin from the fun Stuff White and node of muscled life Make your narrow bed of marrow bread Yeehaw life's a draw and death presents a certain certainty Theres no mystery in the biggest mystery That it goes pumping with 777ccs of force and maybe 1200 horse power Equine and divine giant you cud and horse and seed anew stool of toad and brush of mold return to state before there was... you?
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
Decombone
The day begins before it should, and every minute is squandered, before I jump into the car, spilling hot coffee in my haste. Then the rushing wind blows past me, running through my hair in the dark; headlights keep up with the sharp turns, and the thumping stereo lifts me. Parking, on time, walking briskly to ensure the grandest entrance to give a formal impression. My echoed greeting meets my ears. Hello, goodbye, I take over, holding my vigilant station as I toast bagels with butter and wait for them to call me up. "Ashley!" comes the petulant cry and I manage to answer her. "Coming!" And I take a slow sip before heading up creaky stairs. They want me to pick out their clothes. They want me to help them get dressed. I say, "You can do that yourself, I'm here to do hard things, like cook." Teasing, admonishing, waiting for children to do what I asked; I take one more sip of coffee and the cup is gone far too soon. Soon, they are eating their breakfast, and I'm prepping backpacks and coats. Something spills, and I clean it up; then she says she forgot her shoes. I tell her sister to get them, but she won't go up there alone. So we three climb the creaky stairs, and come back with their socks and shoes. We run out the door, lock the garage, and jump in my car for a ride. "Seatbelts?" I ask before leaving, and they both ask me for tic-tacs. A minute away, and I park. They jump out and both wave goodbye. I smile and wait for the school bus. I drive to my next job, next door.
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Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
Job
The day begins before it should, and every minute is squandered, before I jump into the car, spilling hot coffee in my haste. Then the rushing wind blows past me, running through my hair in the dark; headlights keep up with the sharp turns, and the thumping stereo lifts me. Parking, on time, walking briskly to ensure the grandest entrance to give a formal impression. My echoed greeting meets my ears. Hello, goodbye, I take over, holding my vigilant station as I toast bagels with butter and wait for them to call me up. "Ashley!" comes the petulant cry and I manage to answer her. "Coming!" And I take a slow sip before heading up creaky stairs. They want me to pick out their clothes. They want me to help them get dressed. I say, "You can do that yourself, I'm here to do hard things, like cook." Teasing, admonishing, waiting for children to do what I asked; I take one more sip of coffee and the cup is gone far too soon. Soon, they are eating their breakfast, and I'm prepping backpacks and coats. Something spills, and I clean it up; then she says she forgot her shoes. I tell her sister to get them, but she won't go up there alone. So we three climb the creaky stairs, and come back with their socks and shoes. We run out the door, lock the garage, and jump in my car for a ride. "Seatbelts?" I ask before leaving, and they both ask me for tic-tacs. A minute away, and I park. They jump out and both wave goodbye. I smile and wait for the school bus. I drive to my next job, next door.
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it's been 240 days and, almost each of those i spent talking to you or even with you, at times 240 days in those days i gave you parts of myself more than i had ever given anyone else but now it seems it was way more than what you deserved 240 days and while you held parts of me in your hands, you never really realized how lucky you were to have those 240 days and you still can't give back not even love in the romantic sense, no but what i wanted the most your trust 240 days and in those, admittedly, you've brought me to great highs but most of the time sunk me beyond reach of anyone else and walked away as i wallowed in my own despair it's day 241 and i realized i had been watering a garden in hopes something would bloom but now i see how this garden only has dead plants in it you were a cactus you were beautiful in your own way but when i got close and embraced you you stabbed me, but i patiently waited as i bled but maybe, just maybe, i know better now maybe there are other plants actually worth my time.
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Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
240
you were my daylight. i was a mere infant who, at the crack of dawn of his very first day outside the womb, immediately, stupidly fell in love with the warmth the daylight provided and abandoned fear and doubt in the presence of the light it shone. sadly, though that was short-lived as i learned more about the daylight. fact number one the daylight shines upon every single one there is no such thing as favoritism and thus you must never, EVER think you're special fact number two the daylight can burn you spend too much time basking in its light and the feeling's comparable to a moth burned by the very flame that it is helplessly drawn to. as i gathered more facts i soon realized that dusk was soon approaching but i never wanted to lose this feeling. but, as all things go, powerless against the constant flow of time, desperately crying, screaming for my daylight not to go away it just left. i wonder what new things dusk can bring. interesting
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC
daylight
I play all day I play all night Sorry I cannot make the funeral My Sim had a baby My dad died But its okay He was my husband My husband has the heart breaker lifetime wish It can never be...
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 8:03 AM UTC
Sims
but maybe as he ponders upon the poem he just wrote and takes another sip from his now-cold coffee he knew she really was the right girl for him but was he the right girl for her? or did she deserve more than he could ever have possibly given?
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC
one sided fulfillment (an extension of rgwt)
It all started here; Some thirty students- Minds controlled by their puppeteer, Walked in clueless My mind came colorful, progressive- Only my beliefs sprouted! The seed had already been expressive Just- the stem was clouded The renaissance fertilized the soil Dry, cracked, barren, deprived; Destitute of the benevolent oil- Used to awaken thoughts: revived But what truly blossomed my bud- Were the French philosophes, Who's blue, liberal blood- Solidified my leftist approach I have always been the optimist; Through many deaths and rebirths- I knew it wasn't the apocalypse, And instead kept the beauty of earth Because I filled my life with fascination, My opinions bloomed:bright and rich. The rain could not cleanse my veneration, Not to a diety, but to my democratic itch My petals are strong to hold bees- Who cannot fly or make honey It's my civic duty to fight this disease That in life- one is subject to money However, I am not just one of Paine's flowers, I am an independent with liberal powers.
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
Les Fleurs de Thomas Paine