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torch
Torches are bright, hypnotizing even. People follow them, as they lead the way into the vast unknown. A torch is right, sometimes. Other times, it leads to destruction.
staple
Staples hurt when pierced through skin, but when pierced through paper, they can prove to be quite useful. If pierced incorrectly, they can be taken out and thrown away. But that's such a waste. I wish there was a way not to waste some things.
pastel
Pastel was the sky. The bright fluffy colors swirled into the setting sun. Orange and pink, even purple, highlighted the cotton candy clouds. The sun set. All was black.
pattern
There aren't very many patterns on this page. It's quite simple, really. However, the deck of cards bext to contains plenty of patterns, and my pajama shorts have one too! I used to obsessed with cheetah print, but now I do not care for it.
petition
I enjoy signing petitions for things that I otherwise probably would not take action on, like the poor polar bears who are dying from various pollutants and the wolves being shot in Alaska. I sign my name, feeling like maybe I've done something good.
gourmet
Yum, the food tastes so good today. But it's so fancy it lost its truth. Where is the fried potato? I want a fried potato.
swing
I liked to swing on this one swing at the school of the arts. It hung from an old, huge tree and it made me feel like I was a fairy or something. I meditated over my scenes and characters, trying to pull emotion from the depths of my soul, on that swing.
professional
I am a professional. I profess that I am, so I am. I may not make any money, but starving doesn't do anything negative in America. In fact, the less you have the better. But I'm a professional.
town
The town is empty. I hear the wind and my own breath, but no chatter or liveliness can be found. I am alone. There must be animals, life around here somewhere. I wander, checking for signs. I see none, but never to give up hope.