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Urban DreamscapeUrban Dreamscape.
The darkness encompasses the house as i slowly slide open the back door. The freezing wind abruptly bites at my face. I squint my eyes and furrow my brow in response; unamused by old man winter's attempt to cage me inside. Reaching back I pull the hood over my head, completing my white cloth cocoon. I take the first of ten thousand steps I'll take before the sun breaks the horizon. The top layer of snow has crystallized and formed a thin shell of ice, sheltering the snow beneath it. My foot stops briefly on this shell before breaking through to the soft white snow beneath. I raise my arm and wipe the frost from the face of my watch, a cold black 1:00 stares back at me. I circle around the house treading as silently as the hard packed snow will permit. Hurrying across the front yard, I make my escape to the black, cracked, snow laden roads.
The morning, in its infancy, harbors a thick silence. The same silence I spend the majority of my otherwise, noise ridden day, cra
Clueless DesiresThere they are frozen in their own universe entranced in each others mere existence. The girl smiles blushes but tilts her head away from her partner so as to save the embarrassment. The boy does a quirky little half smile and still looks gobsmacked by her presence. They stand off to the side of the dancing masses. Slowly undulating to the beat. Incorporating the music into thier hive mind. But the music falls on deaf ears, the rest of the auditorium doesn't exist.
"What're you staring at?" You're ripped from your observation of the blossoming of teenage love. "Huh?" You reply to your date. It takes your brain a fraction of a second to realize that you had indeed heard the question and didn't need to hear it again. You quickly tack on an earnest enough "Nothing." You date pokes you in the arm playfully "You want to go?" If only they knew. Yet you somehow find yourself mutter an absent minded " Nah, the night is still young." You think they say something but you don't hear it clearly. T
Fluid SanctumMy sanctuary isn't a single location that has meaning to me, no. My place of zen is fluid, because I'm soothed not by a place but by the search for knowledge. So long as I'm attaining new knowledge I feel right at home where I am. Libraries, in the classroom, in my own room, as long as I can scrounge up more information on a topic of interest, I will feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. It's this fluidity that is the genius of my sanctuary.
The search for knowledge is an endless quest. New questions will always be packaged with new knowledge, thus creating a perpetual cycle. My sanctuary extends beyond physical bounds, beyond water damage and rust, and fires. The only limitation is time, my time. Which is why I spend so much of my time inside my own bubble, collecting, cataloging, and stashing, this knowledge.
Often times the word knowledge connotes "book learning", formulas, facts, and things of the like. I believe that knowledge is not limited to facts about the outside world,
Teen angsty type bullshitDeep brown eyes
Light olive skin
That's how it draws you in
It follows me
Yet isn't there
It's all knowing glare
It knows me more
Than I know my self
From atop my shelf
It's tried once
To take my life
With venomous words
Not by the knife.
Don't trust it
But you already do
It breaks bonds
But that's nothing new
Your just it's marionette
So fall in line
Join the rest
It's my own fault
It can attest
HomeThe one bedroom apartment is in a state of disarray. Empty cans of cheap beer litter the floor, the peeling walls still reek of piss. The poor state of the environment is matched only by the poorer state of your parents attitude. You finished your bachelors in zoology and had plans that never really panned out. So here you are, back with your parents in the same poverty stricken apartment complex you spent 17 years living in. Maybe there's a job opening at Kroger's. You'll make enough money to find a place of your own, start paying off all the debt you racked up learning about nothing important. Maybe you'll deal a bit on the side to make some real money. Not too many of your mates every got out of this shit hole, why not talk to them, see who's running the game now. Have them put in a good word for you. For now though, you're tired and depressed. You brush off the cigarette butts from the ash stricken sofa and collapse. Welcome home.
Everybody is NobodyEverybody is Nobody
Through the faceless masses I tread
Everything is heard, nothing is said
Everyone worth keeping has long since fled
These people around me are living dead
They say that silence is golden
They can't see silence like I
They don't know what silence is mold'in
They can't hear silence cry
They think silence is heroic
They'd be disappointed, silence is stoic
Silence is transparent
Bounds of social strata
Serving emotion on a silver platta
Silence is loathing
Jesus can't give a poor man clothing
Silence is depression
Abandoned fires of aggression
Silence is pain
The wreckage of a crashed plane
But silence is dope
Silence is hope
Silence is god, Jesus and hell, the pope
Silence is the genesis and revelations
Are you starting to see my summations
Of course not,
Not SurePeople I've met along the path
That tests us all, burning wrath
Nobody will write my epitaph
When I wander, a lost seraph
I've been drifting unknown ages
It's a change from the bar of the cages
You think that you know what rage is
My books gone in the wind, can you find the pages
Who I was, what I seemed to be
My syndical ideology
How only in death was a slave free
Only the whip heard my plea
The past no longer resides in my head
Im quite sure lived longer dead
Memories slip like the blood I bled
At the masters hand, oh how I pled
I feel much better being alone
This vast expanse not a soul know
But I guess i will condone
One eternal exasperated moan
The question remains, what am I
Existing on the fringe of reality
On a razor's edge, the end is nigh
Sitting, questioning my morality
Im not of blood
Yet not of mind
Can't escape realities flood
My company's leaving me behind
I'll be forgotten
Left in the escapades of youth
When found again the corpse will be rotten
Words to describe my time will be uncouth
An endless paradoX
I'm a subconscious deity
To the world, I am NoX
GTA 5 TG
Mike was a big grand theft auto fan. He played the games whenever he could, and had bought them again on PC just so he could mod them. When news of GTA 5 came out, he was ecstatic. He eagerly waited until the game came out, and then bought it. He played it for days straight, only stopping to eat, sleep and work at a petrol station. One day, he saw something he didn't think he would see. Walking along the beach as Trevor, he saw the bikini girl from the posters, looking at him. Finding it weird, he walked up to her and tried to swing a fist. It connected, but as it did he felt something block his vision. Then something weird happened.
His hair become softer, and longer. It fell to his back and turned golden blonde. His face remodelled itself and his voice changed, become higher and more feminine. His body acquired feminine curves, becoming smaller and weaker. And feminine. He become shorter, his finger nails growing and his hands becoming dainty. His feet shrank, and his hips widened, h
Fallout 3 TG theory part 3Alright, in my previous entry I stated that I haven't done all of the steps. After doing so and talking to Nova, nothing happened. Damn it, damn it. Looking thorough his notes, I think I might have found the problem. My character was female, not male. It was a stupid mistake, but at least I've realised. In his notes Seb stated that a random encounter must happen, but the idiot never said what the encounter was. So for the next few hours I'm going to be experimenting. To level up my speech, I'm going to be doing some cheats to level up quickly. Alright, I'll be back by tonight. Sorry for the short entry.
I'll keep you posted.
Fallout 3 TG theory part 4Well, its damn near killed me, but I've finally managed to complete every step laid out. I talked with Nova, but nothing happened. Bitter, I went back to the drawing board and looked at Seb's notes. Seb was always into puzzles I remember, so I tried to use the words he'd written to spell out one last task. I got a coherent sentence, so I've decided to try it. I'll let you know how it goes. Sorry for not responding to comments, with all this playing of fallout 3 I haven't had much time. I know this probably won't do much if I do accomplish it, but at least I'll have a better idea of what happened to Seb.
Sorry, in was going to upload the previous paragraph but decided to was too little to put as a single deviation. I've done the task, and right now am about to talk to Nova. I'll talk to you after I seem her. If nothing happens, I give up. If something does, well, I've already explained it. Talk to you soon guys.
MetaphorI'm an owl, seeing what the night withholds from the eyes of the untrained. Perched on my tree driven to see both the allure of the day's light and the atrocities born by night. I refuse to sleep during the darkest hours, to know only of trivial problems, to stoke my own fires of ignorance. I see all during the night. The adulterers and their unbound lust. The murderers and their senseless aggression. The liars and their words of thorn and honey. I see, and do nothing, because I feel nothing. Not for the aggressors nor their victims. I am simply there to watch. To observe and hypothesize. Not to intervene. Is it wrong to think nothing of the travesties I watch? No, it is my nature. Just as it is in the nature of others to plunge forth into that wretched maelstrom. When those brave souls either conquer or are consumed, they may look up and see the faint light of my eyes in the night and know that I saw it all.
The Key That Changed The World
Deeply regret to advise you Titanic sank this morning, the fifteenth, after a collision with an iceberg resulting in serious loss of life. Further particulars later.
At 2:20 AM Atlantic Standard Time on the morning of April 15, 1912, the largest and most luxurious man-made object that had ever been moved, the Royal Mail Steamer (RMS) Titanic, disappeared beneath the calm waters of the North Atlantic about 370 miles or 600 kilometers south-southeast of the coast of Newfoundland, leaving behind her the majority of 2,208 living, breathing human beings-- people with families, dreams, hopes, ambitions, and plans-- struggling to stay afloat in the frigid ocean water. Among them were the world's richest and most famous and influential individuals, who
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