And I just have one more final tomorrow, and then I'm off for my break, in which I'll be working 40 hour shifts at Target in order to amass enough capital to last me through the spring semester of SMU.
Peace,
JMDuke


My ProblemI took a look around the room as I opened the office door, the words David R. Kutzman, Ph.D Psychology stenciled onto the semi-translucent glass flashing as they catch the light coming in from the waiting rooms window. The room was sparsely furnishedwas that to ease patients who had claustrophobia?but it seemed like the right place: the clichéd leather couch (brown, of course) sitting next to a mahogany desk and a leather chair that had deep cushions that looked as if it could devour someones rear in its comfortable jaws.My Problem
Dr. Kutzman sat in this chair, behind the desk, with his finge


Revenge Wears No WristwatchThe sunlight filtered through the bouquet of leaves above the park bench. With a bag of birdseed sitting next to him, Old Grandpa Gregory smiled as he watched the pigeons gather around his feet. They cooed and flapped their gray-white wings, and Grandpa Gregory scattered some more of the golden seeds onto the ground. This was his favorite bench in his favorite park. It had just the right number of trees to provide some shade from the sun without making it feel too crowded. In the middle of the park was a decent sized pond, large enough to attract ducks and a few swans. His bench sat near the bank of the sapphire water under an ancRevenge Wears No Wristwatch


The Train Heading SouthGreen fields with cotton ball sheep Standing near broken walls crumbling apart, Ancient castles, tall spires poking through clouds, Looked down from hilltops, winding roads Stretching to their rusted iron gates. The mountains, enclosing the sky, guarding the horizon And coming closer, until the sky was filled With jagged peaks and entrapped clouds, The horizon with snow and gray rock, Replaced the open fields of wild grass and roaming herds. The train moved quickly, the clacks coming fast In short intervals, and the country side came and went Interrupted by farms, then smThe Train Heading South


Jim DuLocIn the old courthouse in front of a panel of old Congressmen, Jim DuLoc, the prominent Hollywood director, anxiously awaited for his hearing to begin. He sat at a small table with a glass of water, a briefcase, a sheet of paper with an in-progress game of hangman on it, and a microphone that screeched every time he opened his mouth. In front of him and above him, an elevated pulpit housed wrinkled, balding, graying, senile men, all dressed in similar looking suits with similar American flag pins attached to their right breast pockets. Three of the seven men wore glasses; three needed glasses; one had a monocle, which drew Jim DuLoJim DuLoc
I just wish to give you a hug
Miranda, =votrereine
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I don't squirm. I flail. Less restrictive, more expressive.
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..good times. You still have any of those drawings from band or anything? I cant find any of them...
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"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream"-Edgar Allen Poe.
Check out my stock and The Unknown Artists Project
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...cant ...fucking ...wait ....for ....this ....godliness!
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