Kelsey Grammar as Winston by implodedvoice, literature
Literature
Kelsey Grammar as Winston
"Well dude i know a guy who knows a guy where you
can get some deep fried bitches over in cook county
just get up n' get inem' s'all i say to ride it like it just
don't matter to you no more, and when that lonliness
is there just buck up and do it agin till ya cant ride
no more like it just don' matta cause that's when it
gon' ta get' ta' matter boy... well i here ma cooked
up some nice apple pie i think it's restin' by the
winda' sill there and i'd just like to get a nice slice a
that while it's still warm, yeah, heh, that is yours
there boy, you don't tell your momma or you're just
gonna have to buck the fuck up on outta here boy
Resting endlessly stressly
Is some thing I dig.
Resting stressing and ending
Is something I do not.
If you're driving alone on a dark
Windy road &, facing the slope you
Are ascending, when two red lights
Come out of the low, this is
Not another traveler on the road; this
Is merely the first stop on the
Road.
Horror Story, or, Sermon by implodedvoice, literature
Literature
Horror Story, or, Sermon
If you have never taken a step backward, my youngest son and I—mostly he—but now only I—recommend confidently never to take a step backwards. I suppose it wouldn't have taken more than a simple prayer in the right direction. Supposing to do this, though, is trying painfully to land right, but still landing awkwardly. I mean my son stepped on a nail. Now, to pray backwards means to have neglected God and daily prayer, and then trying to pray when you are only in urgent need; certainly this won't land you any grief. Just a lick of pain: rusty nail, oak wooden board, back lot at the Christian Center where I park my car at night; our problems sta
Snow never thought it would melt: the collective flakes, fallen, never thought they would fall; the gently sloping mass would not have thought to flow had the sun not come out: the fish that live under the tumbling waters would never expect to fall from the sky.
refined and delicate palates by implodedvoice, literature
Literature
refined and delicate palates
It bothers me to feel like I only have 8 years left to live,
And then, at 27, where will I be;
Will I write this poem then, later, that I would arrive
Dead; or undead: the coincidence of error
And of ever having thought it and wrought
It? Will that bother me too? Maybe? And you?
No well who would but would they.
This thought is life! Unbearable, all distraught
And unchangeable, excitable tornadoes!
Would I make a plea to this? Would I apply,
I, dare make a plea to god?
There he is!
Or is he?
There is a thing called bullshit,
Its most of what our parents tell us.
When I was 13 years old, I met
A lot of bad luck; there is
The Tragedy of Damaskus by implodedvoice, literature
Literature
The Tragedy of Damaskus
Damaskus
Mine are the dead oaks and exhausted vineyards,
Black of suffocation, left to tired soils; dry as
Newborns suckled from their mother's powder breasts;
For arms to cling, where fortunate arms would have, now
Unfortunately rest as vulnerable as
Flowers wept of the elements, droughted,
Wailing helpless agony under black sunlight. The
Black oak roots, such grown are they in my heart,
Akin to artery and vein like engraved steel,
A crest in shield and sword, erect for security:
Cover for the forbearance of time,
Whimper like dandelions, soon wither to the last.
Coal roots, here, of the investment be allotted dead dirt,
Res
The clocks turn apathetic to consider Indifference to
Lower the spirits of a floods funeral hymn.
Postpone composition opinion or belief or trivial matter.
Rupture the prepossession of the wood pulp rhythm.
Lonesome through the endless holy sky surrounded on mountaintops
Into the ghostly velvet amnesia of
Dreams, rain, oblivion, Time, Eternity,
The darkness the harpsichords & the sunset
As heavy as the moon on the pavement.
Vertigo, Hitchcock, and Freud by implodedvoice, literature
Literature
Vertigo, Hitchcock, and Freud
In Alfred Hitchcock's thriller Vertigo ( 1958 ), vertical composition and an analysis thereof, pertaining to mise-en-scene and including an interpretation of the ideas of Sigmund Freud plays a foremost part in ascertaining male dominance in the film. Phallic shapes and vertical composition throughout Vertigo are a representation of what Freud called the "id," "a reservoir of unconscious psychic energy that constantly strives to satisfy basic drives to survive [vertigo], reproduce [love], and aggress [dominance]. " Alfred Hitchcock's id is suggested through the protagonist in his attempt for dominance: vertigo satisfies the need for survival
The City,
By Greg Long
"Love is the catalyst that gives meaning to speaking in tongues, to prophesying, to understanding, to faith, to charitable works, and to self-sacrifice"
(1 Corinthians 13:1-3)
People love people because it is an innate habit that begins at the birth of a child from his mother and because man cannot live alone. Love can be traced back through life and religion; it is a concept that's origin is not finite, but the belief of love has been preached by all religion since its conception. Love, though, has had a resounding effect on the population of the Earth.
The concept of healing and medicine comes from love. Why
A Note on Conformity,
By Greg Long
"Of course, it would do no harm to give them a thrashing now and then, to punish them for getting carried away and to remind them of their rightful place, but no more than that; one doesn't even need to have a whip-master for this job – they'll whip themselves, because they're very well behaved; some of them will perform this service for one another, while others do it for themselves with their own hands…."
-Fyodor Dostoevsky
It is a common and popular belief today among students and liberals to adapt to their own lifestyle the traditions of non-conformity. Modern non-conformists have rejected popular c
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English 5 - Critical Thinking & Argumentation
Art 37 - Intermediate Photography
Psych 1A - Intro to Psychology
Media 4 - Intro to Mass Communications
Math 155 - Intermediate Algebra
Ahhh, next semester.
English 5 - Critical Thinking and Argumentation
Art 37 - Intermediate Photography
Psych 1A - Intro to Psychology
Media 4 - Intro to Mass Communications
Math 155 - Intermediate Algebra
Ahhhhhhh, Next semester.
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hey, thanks for adding me to your devwatch! Olga did tell you that I'd be coloring her drawing for that story of yours, right? (or I'll at least attempt to color it!) Three-way collab..neato, eh? Oh, by the way..I read the story, and its pretty cool.