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A flash in the sky. A bang. A ratatata of machine guns. A bloody child. A bloody soldier. This is of our doing, of maroon company’s doing. This is war.
» Posted By Skippy On 07.07.2011 @ 6:53 pm
The crowd was rioting. The robot guards looked down upon the crowd, and with a smile, silenced them. Their alien leader finally pulled up in a hovering limo and began the state of the universe. A rioter threw a molotov cocktail, then another. The alien dictator’s enemy saved him, but his limo wasa not as fortunate.
» Posted By Skippy On 06.02.2011 @ 2:30 pm
Its 1971. The crowd screams. Its hot this time of year. The band rocks onstage. The main memeber faces backwards. And then, with a riff of the guitar, he spins, and the audiance screams, and his sideburns flair, and I know the night is only getting started.
» Posted By Skippy On 05.29.2011 @ 6:59 pm
There was a crash as the man kicked down the door. Around the disheveled house was a marsh, far out from New Orleans, far out from society. This is all his father left him, and it was a sad sight. The country was little more than the tattered flag that flew out front, a tattered flag with 53 stars. As the door fell he spat, and looked up to see nothing but a silver box. He approached, confused, and opened it. Below sat a lifes full of work, a new chapter for America, somthing hopefully to help rebuild after the bomb. It was the robot.
» Posted By Skippy On 04.19.2011 @ 7:11 pm
The piano hall was spectacular. The light wood pannles that covered the hall were amazing. The black piano was the freshly tuned, a first, for a girl who grew up with only her grandmother. But there was a less appealing first as she passed the cables backstage to see a blood body hanging from the ceiling.
» Posted By Skippy On 04.19.2011 @ 3:07 pm
As she walked into the room, she realized that this is what the rest of the world must be like. The drop from the airship she was on was daunting, but the luxuriasness of the the steam machine, with robot waiters and velvet carpets was even more than she had ever seen
» Posted By Skippy On 04.16.2011 @ 5:19 pm
Bang! And down the bookshelf went , one chrashing on two, on three, until the whole row collasped in a flying mad chase of literature.
» Posted By Skippy On 04.11.2011 @ 2:23 pm
He was detirmined. Detirmirimed that this time would be different. Determined to prove that he, yes he, could really do it. He approached. He looked at the girl. And he remembered why he was here. He pulled somthing out of his pocket. She was sitting in her room, hair flipping through the trees, beutiful as ever. He had followed her for months now. He took a step. Then another. At the door. He paused. Soon he walked of the building, toting a blood stained shirt, ready to show the family, that he was detirmed enough to complete the ritual to enter.
» Posted By Skippy On 04.07.2011 @ 3:13 pm
what am I going
I do not know
there is a place where I see fit to roam
there is a paradise of plans
a cacophany of things to do
places to go
talents to get
goals to achive
» Posted By Skippy On 04.03.2011 @ 6:05 pm
Loans. We all get them. We all need them. The giving of a loan is the giving of kindness and trust. Will we be willing to return the kindness when the time comes?
» Posted By Skippy On 12.31.2008 @ 1:01 pm
your whisper in my ear surrounds me like a hug that is warm, voluptuous, and anticipating
» Posted By skippy On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
there once was a lady from Shallow
whose complexion was decidedly sallow
so she patted on powder
that sadly endowed her
with a face that looked like a marshmallow
» Posted By skippy On 07.29.2009 @ 11:09 pm
there once was a lady from Gravity
who lived a life of depravity
she’d boink any guy
in theblink of an eye
just to pleasure her favorite cavity
» Posted By skippy On 07.25.2009 @ 1:51 pm
the crown on her head never belonged.
she refused to accept it
because by her standards
princesses were to pretty
and too bitchy to be associated with her.
But the hat she wore instead
was a crown for her life, nothing more
nothing less than a life of simplicity.
» Posted By Skippy On 10.14.2008 @ 12:09 pm
Pride is the one thing that keeps us going when we have no one or nothing else to hold onto. That one part of our humanity that makes us want and desire. I am proud to say i never will give up and I will earn everything i receive. That pride keeps me wanting and going to be the best i can be.
» Posted By Skippy On 09.15.2008 @ 8:58 pm
they grow with reckless abandon. Nothing hits them with any kind of conscience. They believe in only themselves and nothing more. They care about their own existence. the perfect metaphor for a bad boyfriend or girlfriend.
» Posted By Skippy On 09.14.2008 @ 6:58 pm
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» Posted By skippy On 12.15.2009 @ 8:57 pm