The wind blew gently, yet her hair danced like a stream of angels. Nancy was so beautiful, riding her bike, my breath was nearly taken away as our eyes connected. Suddenly Hell broke loose before my eyes as the Devil's car, a red 1969 Dodge charger Daytona, rammed into Nancy at full speed. Time slowed to a crawl as her body was crushed and tossed into the air. She slammed into the ground and her head bobbed and twisted like she was some collector's toy. She lay motionless as the vehicle sped away.
I lurched awake covered in a cold sweat. This was the third time this week I'd had the same nightmare. I got up and washed up in the bathroom
The Princess and the Tux.
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there was a King who knew no mercy. His motto, "There can be only one." With this determination, he conquered all the known world. There was no army, no nation that could stand before his might. This is not his story, for during his conquests, he met a Princess. They fell in love, or at least He did, and they were wed. It took little time for the stork to arrive, carrying their first born daughter. She was named Michelle.
Michelle grew up in the lap of luxury, as would be expected of the daughter of the most powerful king in history. However, she grew up in an emptine
"Come on Eagle" Falcon said. "we are almost inside the Kenosha Nuclear Reactor building."
"Falcon, I don't think we should put the bomb too close to the reactor," Eagle said. With all the radiation how would All the blades of grass survive she thought. "i mean what if the gaurds catch us?"
"Don't be ridiculous," Falcon said. "We've been training for this mission for almost a year now. You aren't turning chicken on me, because if you are you can just leave now." She diesn't even know that Green Peace hadn't given permision for them to bomb the Kenosha plant. What if she had found out? What if she was only here to stop me, The Falcon, the
"Come on Eagle" Falcon said. "we are almost inside the Kenosha Nuclear Reactor building."
"Falcon, I don't think we should put the bomb too close to the reactor," Eagle said. With all the radiation how would All the blades of grass survive she thought. "i mean what if the gaurds catch us?"
"Don't be ridiculous," Falcon said. "We've been training for this mission for almost a year now. You aren't turning chicken on me, because if you are you can just leave now." She diesn't even know that Green Peace hadn't given permision for them to bomb the Kenosha plant. What if she had found out? What if she was only here to stop me, The Falcon, the
The Princess and the Tux.
Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there was a King who knew no mercy. His motto, "There can be only one." With this determination, he conquered all the known world. There was no army, no nation that could stand before his might. This is not his story, for during his conquests, he met a Princess. They fell in love, or at least He did, and they were wed. It took little time for the stork to arrive, carrying their first born daughter. She was named Michelle.
Michelle grew up in the lap of luxury, as would be expected of the daughter of the most powerful king in history. However, she grew up in an emptine
The wind blew gently, yet her hair danced like a stream of angels. Nancy was so beautiful, riding her bike, my breath was nearly taken away as our eyes connected. Suddenly Hell broke loose before my eyes as the Devil's car, a red 1969 Dodge charger Daytona, rammed into Nancy at full speed. Time slowed to a crawl as her body was crushed and tossed into the air. She slammed into the ground and her head bobbed and twisted like she was some collector's toy. She lay motionless as the vehicle sped away.
I lurched awake covered in a cold sweat. This was the third time this week I'd had the same nightmare. I got up and washed up in the bathroom
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The wind blew gently, yet her hair danced like a stream of angels. Nancy was so beautiful, riding her bike, my breath was nearly taken away as our eyes connected. Suddenly Hell broke loose before my eyes as the Devil's car, a red 1969 Dodge charger Daytona, rammed into Nancy at full speed. Time slowed to a crawl as her body was crushed and tossed into the air. She slammed into the ground and her head bobbed and twisted like she was some collector's toy. She lay motionless as the vehicle sped away.
I lurched awake covered in a cold sweat. This was the third time this week I'd had the same nightmare. I got up and washed up in the bathroom
i don't really do this or the whole writing thing... i am trying to focus on positive things, and trying to write when i feel it is all crap doesn't do it for me anymore. i use social media under my real name, but i don't run an IM client except in browser (yahoo mail im, facebook im, g+ etc...) i don't like suffering so i have been cutting out the worthlessness and replaced it. also to blame is netflix and crunchyroll. finally i can watch things i never got to see before, in some cases. my understanding was elevated but as usual it crashed shortly after. i don't game except on weekends because the gaming wasn't a real positive force in my li
although I've journaled quite a bit on slashdot since i got out of the mad house. I should say the 'psych ward' of the hospital, but it was quite a mad house.
the drugs they give me help with some very bad issues i was having in 06, and even into 07 a bit, but knowing the name Paranoid Schizophrenia makes a lot of sense both in hindsight and in how i live day to day.
haven't done anything creative in a while though.