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In the library where Jaggers throws looks like daggers at Dickens for the invasion of his privacy,
for mentioning legality, I see
another story coming on.
The Maltese Falcon flies to me in pages where a mystery unfolds.

Holding breath, the long slow death of a twenty-something,
comes sliding in, Harry Potter, Slytherin.

All in books and in the looks of characters imagined by the author, chapter by chapter and at the end the wish to meet the one who penned such a magic on the pages of my mind.
Cailey Duluoz Oct 2010
Hang loosely from your frame:
Long, lean, exquisite.

Holes in the knees
Match the holes in your heart
And in mine: bored through by those we meet
With the sweetest pain.

What do you keep in your pockets?
Portable property-do you value it as Mr. Jaggers's clerk did?

I know you have two faces, as did he.
In your castle you are serene, affectionate.
Here you have Wemmick's letter-box mouth
And reveal none of what you feel.
- From Terms of Endearment
My favorite spot in a world. When you approach the bushel of trees and twigs, it simply seems as a bunch of cluttered weeds and plants. As you continue to go upward through the mud, rocks, and jaggers prickling possibly ripping at any bare skin exposed. You enter a large dirt mound, with a nature made bench rock for you to sit over. A few stories above the Monongahela river it shows the most beautiful view while being shrouded by vines and trees all around it. The space where you have is not very big at all. That's what makes it so special, it's a small hidden place on top a hill in a hidden pass looking over as a guardian to the world with trees, the river, the river bank of sand and trees over shadowing the water. During the Winter it will show you the trees asleep with a blanket of snow tucking the trees away, during the Spring it shows a beautiful surge of life throughout the massive hillside as far as the eye can stretch, Summer makes the hills be covered top to bottom with the florescent forest that cover any form of hill they are on, in the Fall it is a color game of red, yellow, orange and brown. Decorating up and down the hillside, falling into the river, mixing together colors only some of the best artist in the world could ever hope to paint. During the Summer the shores hymn with life, and cheerful people casting lines to the river, firing lighting their path. From this spot the world seems so perfect. It is also a fantastic reminder that a few drops from the end could turn everything off. Lights out forever, the ledge shows you the life you could have fruitful and beautiful; forever changing. While you are still on the edge from nothing.
This is a descriptive essay I wrote for my English class in college! I figured I'd share. I hope you all enjoy! :D
Them what say there ain't room on the moon are just stick waggers
as the dark side's got the craters to bury 4.8 million **** Jaggers
He wouldn't hurt flies but he's not above those called tick draggers
He's beaten coke, horse & **** but for ***** he can't kick staggers
On ****** Halloween it's scarier to deny treats than to trick raggers
Bullyragged urbanites beware of gay, tobacco-chawin' hick naggers

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