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S.C.H.O.O.L. -34-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
Day 2??3??? Lets go with 5
“So there's a monstrous nurse running around here administering drugs?”
“No, there’s an arachnid-snake-like creature calling itself a nurse that runs around administering drugs,” I, Soci, explained to Fan.
“Sounds like you were hallucinating and you ended up injecting heroine into yourself,” says Mozart. “By the way, kill yourself.”
I gave him a blank stare, hopefully transferring every inch of wrath I had into his pitiful soul. Not that he had much of one left, being the massive tool he was. “It’s your turn to hold Trains,” I said coldly.
Digi, who had been carrying more than supporting Trains, looked exhausted. He looked physically drained, as if someone had punctured his energy tank and let it run out behind him. He didn’t even give me a look of relief as he huffed Trains over Mozart’s shoulders. Mozart looked like he was a
S.C.H.O.O.L. -Live- Bus RideSix Crap Hours of Our Lives - LIVE
Unsocial as ever, Handlebar immediately retrieved his headphones at the sound of me starting a live SCHOOL.
Which is fine. So fine. Whatever.
Franklin : Oh COME ON
They are playing cheat on a pillow close to the back of the bus.
Einstein : WHAT IS THIS THIS IS A FIIIIIIIIVE
I’m unaware of who is winning at this moment, though judging by the crowd’s facade, my guess is that it would be Admin. I, Soci, haven’t the time for their frivolous activities, and instead wasted the majority of the last three hours playing 2048.
As Phan approaches my perch, Handlebar shushes her and proclaims ‘It’s live.’
Phan giggles and jumps into the fray of cheat.
We have been sitting on a bus for the past four and a half hours. In that time, we have watched one movie and have grown disgruntled over a stupid ipod app called 2048 – the game from Hell. As usual, everyone is tame. Locker Buddy is playing Mario Kart, Mozart is
S.C.H.O.O.L. -33-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
Day 1.5 of Awaking
It whizzed past me. Down the hall. Under trolleys and alongside filing cabinets. Defying gravity, although I knew this was just basic elementary physics. And only one other person could know this was basic physics. And only one other person could have designed such a machine to do just this. But where?
I heard footsteps from down the hall in front of me. Shuffles. Someone tripped. Another shushed them and someone cursed under their breath. Vain attempts of being sneaky. The toy car came to a stop a ways away, and from around the corner appeared two people I’ve only seen in the halls and had the acquaintance of.
Short Round held the remote controller in his hand and moved the joy stick around. Beside him, Admin held a pocket-sized computer for video footage.
“…or maybe the batteries just died, I mean there are a number of explanations why it could be acting up. The car probably has a short
S.C.H.O.O.L. -32-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
Day 1 of Awaking
Abandoned hospital beds block my way. I’ve had to turn back several times in the past 10 minutes, eventually resorting to vaulting over the obstacles myself. Only to be blocked by a desk, or filing cabinet, or wide trolley that can wheel only a small ways.
My hockey stick is still missing, and after literally tearing the room apart (both wallpaper and flooring have officially become nonexistent in that room) I failed to discover any secret compartment it could have been hiding in. I settled for nothing. I pocketed the black scarabs and set on a goal to reach the area of boxes and spotlights beside my ‘room.’ However, due to all the detours, I failed that endeavor too.
So here I am.
Middle of an abandoned hospital hallway thing with no weapon and damn jewelry pieces. I could hear them rattling in my pocket. The only thing that could have put the icing on the cake would be the homeless man
S.C.H.O.O.L. -31-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
Day [I'm getting real tired of this shit.]
Waking up was like coming out of a pool. I saw lights and ceiling tiles swimming, quite literally, in front of my eyes, as though the surface of the water was coming closer and closer to my face. It became vivid, and solidified into bright white lights. My mind was flooded with whatever they had injected into me.
I saw people and shapes and colours of things that were not supposed to be that colour. Everyone around me seemed to be walking slowly, but blurred together. I could feel my eyes rolling in the back of my head and I felt my head collide with the pillow… or… my head was already on the pillow, and my mind just registered that I was, once again, in contact with the pillow.
It sounded like someone was trying to talk to me from under water, and I like to believe I saw a face looking intently at me, though whose it was I was unsure. They were yelling, bubbles coming from their
S.C.H.O.O.L. -29-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
I woke up; fell out of bed. A bed. Not my bed.
The floor felt cool on my palms; a blur of greens and blues. Plastic. Linoleum. Hard.
I put one foot under me and stood to my feet, nearly falling over because my head felt so heavy. Black spots danced in front of my already blurred vision and I sat down on the bed behind me. Glasses. Where are my glasses? I smacked the bedside table, hoping to find them somewhere familiar... Yes. Acquired.
The room around me came into focus and I realized I was in a hospital, though I deducted as much. Sunlight was streaming through the window and there was a bouquet of dead flowers on my bed side table. Daisies. There wasn’t any water in them. No sh*t they died...
I walked over to the window slowly, half for the curiosity of what outside would look like, and half to see whether or not I could still walk. I could, though it felt odd and unfamiliar, as though my muscles were not used to thi
#3i remember the colour of your hair the day that you were born
and the way that your eyes gripped like vices,
refusing to see anything more than your own inner sanctum;
i can still hear the first, curdled cries you let loose into the world.
i remember holding the talisman of your birth against myself
and hearing your gurgling as we drove,
desperate to find relief at the end of yet another road.
i remember the curve of your mouth as you ate softened apples,
the way you struggled to fit your fist between your gums
and the saliva that coated your fingers when you finally gave up.
but mostly i remember the ways i tried to love you,
and the ways in which i managed to fail.
#1we have lived within close proximity of one another for years but it has never been peaceful and now, when i am twenty-one and vacant, all i can say is that you have driven me from grieving for never having had your love, to the silent insanity of not understanding why i should have to try to earn it at all.
let's start nowto those who fall in love with me:
my way with words isn't always right, not because English is my second language - but because there are moments that are just indescribable and those moments deserve to remain in our memories where we can replay them over and over again.
prepare for me to write about you and all that you do (and don't do) in my journal. prepare for me to write you notes and letters with my half cursive handwriting about how i feel about you and all that you are from the inside out.
unlike majority of the United States population, i am probably the last person you want to watch football with because i have no idea of how it's played nor do i care, because i would rather watch games of hockey, or baseball, or soccer instead.
however, that shouldn't (and probably won't) stop me from buying snacks for you and your pals to munch on while you enjoy the game; i might even steal some snacks from you guys from time to time.
maybe you're like me - you would rather sta
#2when we speak, i hear the plasticity of my bones echo on the curve of your pronunciation as if i were made for you to fondle, as if i were made to order for your pleasure, and i hate you for it.
Dear SelfDear Self,
It is okay to have bad food days. Meaning not feeling like eating for what ever reason. We still need to eat. I know it is hard. Still eat. Food is good for you. Food is your friend. Food is fuel. Remember that.
I know it is hard for you hear it from media. Must me super super skinny. No matter what your age is. Must be super super skinny. The media does not care about your health. Your body does though. We want to be healthy.
So eat today. At least twice and snacks. We like snacks. It's not like you over indulge on food ever. You are the person that goes to a buffer and get a salad first. Then a main course meal. Then dessert. You do not over eat.
So eat food. We have a long life ahead of us. We wish to live it.
We are gonna get back to you about exercising more. That keeps one healthy too. Starting with food and being good to yourself about eating.
Be good to yourself today. Eat.
Bestest Friend Contest EntryTo my first and best friend,
I miss you. Not with a heart-wrenching ache, not anymore. I miss you now with this bittersweet sadness that brings a slight shine to my eyes with every remembrance of you. And I remember you often. It’s been years since we had a real conversation; we’re both so busy with our own lives now. Heck, you even have a kid. Yet it’s still hard for me to see anything in my life and not be reminded of you.
When we were younger we spent so much time at each other’s houses that we could have been adopted. Both of our families were able to see their children, but rarely were we seen without each other. Our names were so intertwined that even the teachers knew to ask one of us why the other was missing from class.
And all the fun we had. We could hav
Charankumars Note To Me 1 Year Agohi bhaskar
by reading u r note and comments i understand what kind of person u r.
i am an artist if i like anything i have a right to comment on it. yes i lusts small and thin white women fetish before marriage
and how do u know that she hates me.
i only commented once on her pictures.
and pls concentrate on u r work i have not seen much comments on u work.
if i am cheater i never put my personal pictures in deviant.
if she has any problem she will tell me.
and why u r thinking that i will cheat her and in what way i am not understanding u r problem.
AND FUCK YOU.......
-30days- Day 11
Day 11 put your ipod on shuffle and write out 10 songs
Another Brick in the Wall Pink Floyd
Cosmic Love Florence and the Machines
I Won't See You Tonight (part 1) Avenged Sevenfold
Takes Me Nowhere the Offspring
Bones the Killers
Mylo Xyloto Coldplay
It's My Life Bon Jovi
A Change of Seasons Dagrahamcracka
... I have a weird diverse music library. Deal with it.
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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