Also, no bar mitzvah money.Christianity Can be described in two words. No circumcision.Also, no bar mitzvah money.
Alice, Chapter Three?rly doi As Alice followed the young man who had freed her from her cell rather unexpectedly down a narrow, steel hallway, she began to examine him. He was wearing a long red coat, not dissimilar to those worn by British guards, and a just-as-red although slightly less formal baseball cap barely covering a mane of short, spiky blond hair.Alice, Chapter Three
Her contemplation was interrupted by the man's voice. "I really am sorry about the duchess's rather impolite reaction. You know, locking you up and all."
Here the man turned around and looked Alice in the eyes. She noticed two things at this
Alice, Chapter Two There was an ominous silence. Not one of the incongruous amount of people in the room said anything, as they all appeared to be afraid of the woman in the black dress, who didn't say anything as she appeared to be afraid of Alice, who didn't say anything simply because she had absolutely no idea what was going on. A few seconds passed of no one saying anything, followed by a few more. Than, the woman in the black dress began to speak. "Take her – g-give her – put her…" she faltered. Than she looked up, her gaze directed at something over Alice's shoulder, and nodAlice, Chapter Two
Alice, Chapter One Sighing, Alice opened her door. It had been a long day. I could go into details about the many woes of being a divorced secretary trying to make ends meet, but it would be mostly useless. In the same way, I could describe how she prepared herself for bed, but it would be mostly useless. What I will describe, however, is what happened when she entered her bedroom. The first thing that happened was that she saw a small mirror lying on her bed, one she had never noticed before. The second thing that happened was that she picked up the mirror, and grazed the glassAlice, Chapter One
Nobody Cares"Nobody cares" The white spray paint In stark contrastNobody Cares
With the green door On which it resides.
"Nobody cares" A spiteful response To the engravings Of "I was here" And "So was Sam"
"Nobody cares" This door I stand by And read the statement 5 times and each time It reads differently
"Nobody cares"
-That you were here
"Nobody cares" -That Sam was too
"Nobody cares" -That you stand here
"Nobody cares" -That you read this
"Nobody cares" -That I am Nobod
Mistakes"I've fallen in love, he understands me better then you ever will" She announces one night, in the rainMistakes
"That's a haiku" I whisper
She slaps me and marches away into the fog.
One of many mistakes I'll always regret... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Tied to the tracks of a coming train We make eye contact, she screams for help "I smell its smoke The train is on it's way! Heed these words I spoke Because abandoned here I lay Do not take this as a joke!"
"That's a limmerick!
An open letter to the World.
Rant
And, I too am from "Canada, that land of snow and beaver tails." (:
(That was a great description of Canada, by the way. I thoroughly enjoyed it.)
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they spoke of the patterns our intertwined limbs had created in their masses,
of the lines of gooseflesh our fingertips had left imprinted on each other’s soft skin. [link]
And Canada wins. Except the politics. The politics just suck.
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A really big, really tantalizing button.
You know you want to push it.
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Ever wanted to lay on a giant canvas covered in wet paint?
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A really big, really tantalizing button.
You know you want to push it.
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"I was hiding under your porch because i love you"
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Imagine that the above link is a big, red button.
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You know you want to push it.
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Cry aloud for no echo will be made into sound,soft ripples though time and space, words spoken from forgotten lips will hold true to your name
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Imagine that the above link is a big, red button.
A really big, really tantalizing button.
You know you want to push it.
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