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rise

Rise up.
Words.
Movements.

There are those who do- givers, leaders.
And those who don’t swarm them.
Crushing what they made.
That’s life.

» Posted By Snipp On 11.29.2012 @ 1:08 pm

bellow

brrroooooooommmmmmmmmmmm

The fog horn blew a sound so loud it hurt my ears.
“All hands stand by!” he bellowed.
This was the worst storm yet. Fog seeped from the air surrounding us.

brrrrrooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmm

I want to go home.

» Posted By Snipp On 01.17.2012 @ 10:08 am

virtual

virtual design is an imporatant thing to all artists. You can design vidio games or paintings, but what ever you do HAVE FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Virtual design is something that is important to everyday life as we know it. Word.

» Posted By Snipp On 11.13.2009 @ 8:17 am

cone

One day i will go to vermont and go to bread and puppet, go to a phish cocert and travel Europe. I will visit India and design a bunch of things. I will be in a movie, write a best selling novel, and go bungi jumping. And at the end of it all, I will eat a ice cream cone.

» Posted By Snipp On 11.12.2009 @ 1:25 pm

ice cream is a vital summer componant to a young childs life. There is no question that every child has a summer story that involves ice cream cones. Childhood can be catigorized into three things-ice cream, hot coaco, and mud.

» Posted By Snipp On 11.11.2009 @ 4:52 pm

windmill

As I walked up the hill, I couldn’t help but think of what would happen. I looked around me, and it seemed too perfect. The sky was cloudless and blue, and I was on top of the world. I looked ahead of me, and saw the giant windmill, giant, epic, looming. Alarming. I was scared. I was tired. Yet I was exided.

» Posted By Snipp On 11.22.2009 @ 2:12 pm

mailbox

I looked out, accross the crouded room, overlooking everyone who was inbetween us. A man, sliding a discarded quarter into his pocket. A woman, holding the hand of a young chlid: on a mission. A girl. Home from school, getting something from her mailbox. And then I ran. I ran from everything, the breeze stinging my cheeks. And then I laughed. I cried. I tripped. I fell. And the whole time I was thinking of you.

» Posted By Snipp On 12.17.2009 @ 12:58 pm

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