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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
How NOT to treat someone with Depression. 1. If they trust you enough to let you in, don't grab their wrists, and twist their arm to find the scars.
Not everyone cuts.
It's not a measure of your pain.
It's an addiction.
They will probably have other,
more subtle addictions invisible to your judging eyes.
2. Don't say you'll be there for them, don't lie.
Cause' we are naive, broken little things.
Our minds glass globes shattered in their flurries.
Our hearts bitten and rotten.
So don't give us those stomach-twisting smile, say a word and move on.
We don't want to bother you, we'll stand there. Silent in awe of your ease at life.
3. Don't tell us it could get worse, or to get over it.
So maybe we are actually selfish.
Maybe we actually aren't just under the weather, having a bad day.
Maybe you have no clue how hard we try everyday to get up,
put on our slacks and face you in the war paint of prozac.
If we are a "weight on your shoulders" then please leave
Uncertain fateI wish there'd be words to tell you how much you mesmerize me, your whole existence takes me away into another dimension ... Yet in my self-created delirium I know you're not real, not from this world. Are you? Or are you just a dream, to good to be true?
You're in every step I take, every thought I make, my one and only, yet just a leaf in the storm of my life I will never reach and catch. Maybe I'll touch you for a moment but then we'll already have to go separate ways again ...
Your voice is the only cure for my insane, broken, crooked mind, the glue that keeps my brain from falling into pieces, the tranquilizer for my rages, tissue for my tears.
I see you. It almost seems like in another lifetime when I was so much younger ... you were already there. A mere scheme of imagination in a crazy head never to come true, but you were it. I just didn't know it yet.
I want you more than you'll ever know. Already now, my sleep is all yours, my nights gone, washed away in oblivion, tryi
Staten The Gargoyle Rants: Yahoo And Yahoo Sign upHello, my Creatures Of The Night. Tis I, your Lord Of Darkness and Savior Of Everything Stupid, Staten The Gargoyle. So, Yahoo, We meet at last. your user friendly antics and your easy to use Emailing system have touched the hearts of many. Your logos and news feeds intrigue us as well as your advertisements. But alas, as the years go by, so does your masculinity.
The '13 and '14 versions of this 'easy and fun' website is nothing but the word 'fun'. Since when the fuck do you use your phone number to get a code to verify your email? It's like you want to send a cute photo of your kitten to your best friend from Puerto Rico, You gotta put your phone number just to send the damn thing!
What were they fucking thinking!?! My biggest complaint is the recycling account system. You haven't been on Yahoo for 2 weeks because you got something better to do with your life. You finally get on your email account and check your mail. And BOOM! your account has been recycled d
An Open Letter to the Minecraft Team Dear Minecraft Team at Mojang,
Wow, you guys must be drowning in hate mail right now, huh? Taking away people getting perks after donating to servers, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? Why would you want everybody to have an “equal experience” in Minecraft? Haven’t you ever been on a multiplayer game before? Haven’t you ever met that loud 5-year-old kid who laughs in a high-pitched squeak everytime he shoots you with the best gun in the entire stupid game that Daddy unlocked for the spoiled little brat? You obviously haven’t, but let me speak for everyone who has. That feeling is terrible, and it’s worth donating money to get a perk so you can show this kid who’s the boss. Or you can have some psycho track his IP and show up at his house with a baseball bat. Don’t doubt me, I’ve heard that it actually happened to somebody. You'll be doing a public service and helping the kid out.
Introducing....Myself on hereHi! I'm AmyJ!! I'll be writing stories and submitting art like any other deviantart person!
I don't have any other words to say but....thank you if ya like my things! Anyways, bai and have a great life! (It's possible!)
Boy with a toyBasically I was always a boy with a toy. I am a good technician of 3dsmax and Vray at most, btu I am not a mature minded artist, or graphic designer with a killer punch.
The best industry for me is perhaps digital labour or game industry or any guided graphical creations. Someone please notice this, and look for me a way to utilise myself.
It’s been 3 days since Cody died. He died on 8-13-2014.It was right after school. I took him to the vet, and who knew I would go home with an empty cage. That’s my worst nightmare that you never came home with me. But you’ll always be in my heart, and that’s your true home. I miss you so much. I never thought I would lose my best friend. Cody was always there for me, and I was always there for you. It’s hard losing someone who gave you much in life. I love you, Cody. Please don’t ever forget that. I’ll never forget you, and I know you’ll never forget me too. You’re with Darwin now. You guys can play all you want with each other. I know you’re watching over me too. You’ll hear my wishes and I’ll talk to you every day until I die. I’ll count down every month, and saying how many months and years it’s been since you died. I never wanted this day to come. It came too early for me. I mi
Diaries of A Mad Girl To Her Invisible Friend#196 ~ Rain scavenger hunt part 2: Clouds and purple flowers
My dear you,
I missed babbling here to you during the day. I know it sounds crazy, but I really missed you!
I should have dropped the habit of watching Netflix until 3 in the morning a lot sooner than two days ago
Of course I was up until 2AM last night
I really enjoyed my rain walk yesterday. Rainclouds, especially when they are floating so low you can almost touch them, are my favorite. Looking up to the sky will always remind me of looking up to the sky and seeing some of the most beautiful clouds, a few weeks ago. They were even more beautiful because I know they were the same clouds you were looking at. Although we are not under the same sky and feeling the same breeze from the sea anymore, I still look up to the sky and think of you.
Missing you always,
P.S. I love you!
Yes, I poked my finger while trying to hold the flower still, with so much wind No, I did not
-30days- Day 9
Day 9 How you hope your future will be like.
Well, lots of Doctor Who, lots of concerts, lots of cats, and lots of love.
Honestly I don't really like to look too ahead into the future. Because the one day I've been waiting weeks and weeks upon arrives, and I look back and think 'wow I really didn't do anything special while waiting'. So live each day like your last, don't look back unless you're prepared to bring up regrets and burden yourself, and don't look incredibly into the future unless you honestly have nothing to live for tomorrow :3
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