Pennies from the Money Tree by Calmhorizon, literature
Literature
Pennies from the Money Tree
Wandering
Don't take me away
From here.
Don't call me back.
Floating in this drifting river,
Staring at the stars,
It's so beautiful.
Why take something so tainted
Away from something
So beautiful.
That makes me beautiful
Bonding
Floating
Lonely
With
People
Just
As
Lonely
Pennies From The Money Tree
A life so great is not worth the killing.
A life so beautiful is not worth sacrificing.
A life so kind is worth no pain.
A life so unique is not worth the lynching.
A life so fragile is not worth the toil.
So why do people destroy me every day?
Untitled
The look on a child's face
And the expression in a c
I was a spy once. Well, an assassin, in Russia. I was hired by a guy called Nikolai Asimov, a millionaire mogul who owned about half of Moscow. But he doesn't matter any more; he died a long time ago.
It wasn't supposed to be that way. I was going to be a star. A world-class ballerina adored the whole world over. At night I used to dream of little girls telling their mothers "I want to be like Kiska Erinova when I grow up!" I used to picture them in pink slippers leaping around to 'Romeo and Juliet' or 'The Nutcracker suite'.
And then I snapped a tendon in my ankle.
My career was over. When your dream is crushed right before your eyes t
People whisper; they think I can't hear but
It resonates like a bomb in my mind.
They plot and plan and scheme
And it drives me mad.
I'm walking through a minefield,
Through a maze and I pray dear God I miss
The dead ends.
The end.
For me.
And everything is going black
Everything is fading
As I fight this internal battle within me
Struggling to know what is right and what is
Not.
And they're watching me like hawks
Waiting to see what I will do next.
Waiting.
I plan my next move and wonder
What they think of me.
I wonder what
Will happen
Tomorrow.
And the next day.
And the day after that.
I fear for tomo
Romeo and Juliet:The Hybrid by Calmhorizon, literature
Literature
Romeo and Juliet:The Hybrid
Prologue:
Shadii: 'Ere's the jist, right? There's these two 'ouses Crawford and Kaiba, an' they both own a gaming company; Industrial illusions and KaibaCorp. Right? An' they've each got a kid Mokuba Kaiba and Rikki Crawford.
An' basically, they're gonna die, k' jus', just ta spoil it for ya. Yeah, yeah, doomed from the start, but there you go; it's a tragedy after all.
Oh, an' enjoy the show and refreshments will be served at the interval- we 'ave ice cream in FIVE flavours.
Drops the mic (which makes a very loud screeching sound) and leaves the stage
People whisper; they think I can't hear but
It resonates like a bomb in my mind.
They plot and plan and scheme
And it drives me mad.
I'm walking through a minefield,
Through a maze and I pray dear God I miss
The dead ends.
The end.
For me.
And everything is going black
Everything is fading
As I fight this internal battle within me
Struggling to know what is right and what is
Not.
And they're watching me like hawks
Waiting to see what I will do next.
Waiting.
I plan my next move and wonder
What they think of me.
I wonder what
Will happen
Tomorrow.
And the next day.
And the day after that.
I fear for tomo
I was a spy once. Well, an assassin, in Russia. I was hired by a guy called Nikolai Asimov, a millionaire mogul who owned about half of Moscow. But he doesn't matter any more; he died a long time ago.
It wasn't supposed to be that way. I was going to be a star. A world-class ballerina adored the whole world over. At night I used to dream of little girls telling their mothers "I want to be like Kiska Erinova when I grow up!" I used to picture them in pink slippers leaping around to 'Romeo and Juliet' or 'The Nutcracker suite'.
And then I snapped a tendon in my ankle.
My career was over. When your dream is crushed right before your eyes t
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[Enter a CHICKEN from stage right, walking slowly along the city streets, its head hung low.]
CHICKEN: [Sadly]. Bawk bawk…
[The CHICKEN stops at center stage, lifting his head and looking around, raising its wings slightly.]
[Pleadingly]. Bawk? Bawk bawk bawk?
[A WOMAN walks out from the left, past the CHICKEN.]
[Approaching the WOMAN]. Bawk bawk?
WOMAN: [Squawkingly]. Get away from me, you filthy bird!
[The WOMAN scoffs and walks away fast. The CHICKEN makes a motion, as if sighing, and walks around in a little circle.]
CHICKEN: [Even sadder]. Bawk…
[A GANGSTA G waddles from the right, holding u
October this year marks the 50th anniversary of the publication of Kerouac's 'On the Road.'
This is from www.penguinclassics.com:
'To celebrate this seminal novel, we're bringing out an exquisite hardback edition of the UNCENSORED MANUSCRIPT, unexpurgated, and that means with all of the sex and drug references that were considered too explicit at the original publication.
We're publishing it as the original 'scroll'. Kerouac's 'automatic writing' reached its apogee in this novel, which is the cornerstone of the Beat Generation. '
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I can only think of one word when pondering this news: YAY!
I bought an SLR analogue camera yesterday. It's a centon K400 and it only cost £42.94, 'cos people simply don't buy analogue cameras anymore (so said the guy in the shop). The £42.94 weven included the lens and nearly £7 of it was VAT. So it's a very good deal.
I've only taken one picture with it so far, I little practise shot of a juice bottle. I'm going to read read up on selescting the right aperture and stuff before I actually take proper photos, but nevertheless, I am very excited.
P.S: Charlie the fish is still alive. After siphoning old food that he hadn't eaten out of his bowl yesterday he was the most active I've eve