Symphony Number 41 and MamboAnd 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
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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 room’s window. The room was sparsely furnished—was 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 someone’s rear in its comfortable jaws.My Problem
Dr. Kutzman sat in this chair, behind the desk, with his finge
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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
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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
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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
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- Current Residence: Flower Mound, TX
- Interests: Writing, playing/writing music, reading, and girls
- Favourite movie: Monty Python and the Holy Grail/The Matrix
- Favourite band or musician: Red Hot Chili Peppers
- Favourite genre of music: Funk/Rock
- Favourite artist: MC Escher
- Favourite poet or writer: Neil Gaiman
- MP3 player of choice: Dell JukeBox
- Favourite game: Rome: Total War
- Personal Quote: "As soon as you're born you start dying, so you might as well have a good time." -Cake
- Tools of the Trade: The mind and a pen
- Email: jduke@smu.edu
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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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