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A fraction of time. You have one minute to write about the word minute. There is sixty seconds in a minute
» Posted By huxley On 06.22.2012 @ 5:16 pm
Death. Life all ends with death and the pits of the grave does no harm at every man’s intents and purpose. Life lives on as the memory of the fallen dies not on the memory left on by the legacy and the beauty of it all has it all worth it
» Posted By huxley On 06.19.2012 @ 11:51 pm
The definite and absolute decree founded upon the dictatorship of the leader of the country, this brave and somewhat peculiar, peculiar in its approach on taking larger forces than him, mayor has stood up. Stood up in the centre of the conditioning centre of mind-deprived and autistic patients of the degenerated victims of the nuclear assault. He stood in front of them and with valor, shouted. He shouted not for them, but to them. He screamed, at the top of his lungs and with saliva spurts, “You got to be better that that!”
» Posted By huxley On 06.15.2012 @ 6:43 pm
The definite and absolute defilement of truth grinds the righteous and the hypocrite as they are offended by the courage of the man who simply goes against the truth. Well, let them be. The truth is never absolute and you might get your side on the wrong side of the truth
» Posted By huxley On 06.07.2012 @ 6:57 pm
The frustration mounts up as the kid inside the newest block found his only solitude outside and separated from his peers and such a jelly inside the block, the malleability of the created tension between his peers and friends have made such an impression not only on him, but to the society, which he lives on and for.
» Posted By huxley On 06.06.2012 @ 4:31 pm
a reporter is a porson that is on the news he or she report the big story that has happened or is happening of is about to happen. it is a great why do see what is happing around the world of in australia.
» Posted By huxley On 05.30.2012 @ 7:45 pm
Good morning people and you’re watching the morning news with me, Devin Harisson, as your reporter and with my uninspired and money-grabbing endeavor in reporting you the finest shit you’d call news. Mind you, I’ve just reached my quota and I am on the verge of vacation. Once again, thank you for either not caring or just being plain stupid or tolerant of mediocrity. You have bought me the finest houses and cars, I’d just have to smile hypocritically
» Posted By huxley On 05.30.2012 @ 2:58 pm
There are lots of diffrent typs of architect around the world it make more place to go see and look at.
» Posted By huxley On 05.29.2012 @ 9:57 pm
The cathedral starts the mass and the masses starts to be controlled. The chief executive of this religious order, you call them priests, stands at the center of a elevated stage with a throne behind it and you can bet that he can see the rest as he preach what he don’t practice. The monitor is just another window on this
» Posted By huxley On 05.22.2012 @ 4:45 pm
The invocation of the once-physical-now-spiritual being has now began a series of unfortunate and bizarre events. Calling the dead is calling your own death, they said. Well, it wasn’t my idea, though, I thought of it elementary and stupid
» Posted By huxley On 05.20.2012 @ 6:46 pm
The words stack and pile up as the time cock the tick tock and the tongue’s all tied and he, the jester, well, he walks in a jolly manner. He laughs hysterically and it’s all a pleasant good time. ‘Tis all the season’s mind
» Posted By huxley On 05.20.2012 @ 7:49 am
The creep dealt with the combustion of the house that started from its base. He hears screaming, agonizing, wailing; he smiled.
» Posted By huxley On 05.19.2012 @ 9:25 am
Haha! Oopps, i’ve some mistake on a typographical level. It’s never been too mythical or anything but everytime there’s a mistake, you go back and delete it. You press backspace and the space is back
» Posted By huxley On 05.17.2012 @ 7:38 pm
backpace is way when u or on a computer if u make a mistaje u cxan just fix it by backsping
» Posted By huxley On 05.17.2012 @ 5:18 pm
The blackest eyes have been gone for far too long. The gothic set-up of such a candlelight dinner reminds me more of a celebration of the past, rather than the present. The angst and its romance
» Posted By huxley On 05.17.2012 @ 3:21 am
Calibrating. 1. . . 2 . . 3! All engines revved up! Boom! There goes the dynamite as it smokes through the competition! It went past by all the cars and wheels in front of him and it never looked more easier that that. The driver, he is smiling. Smiling not because of this accomplishment but because of the normalcy of the event
» Posted By huxley On 05.15.2012 @ 8:57 pm
what i discounted? What i ever been afflicted upon? All of these things, these options, these have all been disregarded and for what account? It’s all for the glory. The fame. The devouring of my soul
» Posted By huxley On 05.13.2012 @ 5:24 pm
The hours have long passed the the mercy of the ones that keep lending them. You have wasted it and now face the consequences. Face the turmoil, the weight of all the actions you have not done. You could have done and yet, you haven’t.
» Posted By huxley On 05.12.2012 @ 9:44 pm
The age, it’s all gone. The data have never been heard before and its the age of primitive instincts. The savages are living as kings and they never had ruled liked this before. A land of the fit and survival of it are very much certain.
» Posted By huxley On 05.10.2012 @ 4:18 pm
He shot the ball through and it was all net. The crowd went berserk as the time all drained out its energy and it was certain. It was certain that the team, their team, with all their hard work, with all the sacrifices, the sweat, the sorrow, it was all worth it. It was thanks to this shorthanded team that was never shorthanded in their effort and conviction. They once embraced defeat and now they vomiting it all out.
» Posted By huxley On 05.08.2012 @ 6:27 pm
He walks alone the dark alley, tasting the dark solitary confinement of what resulted from the actions he had done. He had a choice but nevertheless, he chose to embrace this predicament. He had the world going but he went never aiming for glory
» Posted By huxley On 05.07.2012 @ 4:18 pm
“I needed a break”, that’s all he can say after he blew off what seems to be a pathetic display of selfish desires to stand out. He bailed on his band, not by leaving them off the stage but leaving them off for the promise of glory as he played on a different key, a different sound wave, an eerie and out-of-tuned slur of notes as he struck off a illegitimate instrumental piece. The band, out of options, needed to be stand by as this self-perceived virtuoso kicked off an out of placed guitar solo. Well, the audience, they never knew what to react but it was the band that felt most betrayed. It was supposed to be their momentous time to enter the interstate competition but the pressure, the drama and the emotions might have entered too high and too overwhelming for this egoist. He craved attention and he got all of it for the all wrong reasons.
» Posted By huxley On 05.06.2012 @ 6:00 pm
The wild agony of the damaged son of Thor, this lightning prodigy hits off as the instrumental starts to kick on a symphony of thunder and a myriad of light..
» Posted By huxley On 05.06.2012 @ 5:44 pm
The council already had their numbers on this one special kid. Though, they never thought that this kid could really have it going but once they saw this kid in action, they knew he needed to be nominated.
» Posted By huxley On 05.05.2012 @ 5:32 pm
“Hallowed be thy name and thou shalt see thy light beneath all this inglorious light,” the sacred man announced through the hall that reverberated around the space. This priest., he smiled as he saw his followers, blinded by what they called enlightenment and the priest amuses in this hallowed sight. People selling their souls
» Posted By huxley On 04.30.2012 @ 5:23 pm
The methodologies of this young girl have always left the crowd dismayed and disappointed. She never had to take one for the team, and ever her actions and she couldn’t stand a day without an alibi
» Posted By huxley On 04.30.2012 @ 6:06 am
Haha. The mere word brings another meaning to my world. Its mere existence defines my own lifestyle. I’ve spared much of this on this hour alone and I haven’t have the healthy habit of avoiding it. This, i mean, he is the one that hold me liable. It’s not my fault.
» Posted By huxley On 04.30.2012 @ 5:57 am
The blood drenched hands are all she can ever account for on this. The blood-shot eyes of the audience watched in aghast and sort of enchantment as they couldn’t believe what they just have saw. The slivers of the flesh, the guts, the blood. Oh, the blood.
» Posted By huxley On 04.28.2012 @ 6:08 pm
The room had it’s wall filled with faces and figures you wouldn’t know who was whom. They resemble the culture within the room that represents the ideals of the inhabitant. These posters, they fill the child’s own imagination.
» Posted By huxley On 04.27.2012 @ 5:57 am
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what the hell is chapped, he said? Maybe it denotes a cultural reference to a guy called chap? Maybe an attack or an assault; an insult. Do you know Mark Chapman? Is he the guy who killed some rockstar? I’m not positively sure
» Posted By huxley On 04.24.2012 @ 7:43 pm