It's really interesting, and I'm excited to do see what I do, to make some very important choices.


Summer SunThe summer sun was different then we had ever felt it before. It feels almost overpowering at twelve 12, glaring down from directly above, staining your skin a tea color and causing me to sweat. Now, a few hour after day break there is still a distinct scent of last night hanging in the air. It mixes with the dew and the crisp morning smell of renewal. The sunshine is not weak, but gentle and we can enjoy it now like we haven't thought to before. I'm sure our neighbors think we're hoodlums, or vagrants laying on the lawn at eight in morning. I can imagine the couple across the street reminiscing about their own college life aSummer Sun


Viktor's ChoiceI hear theyre coming for you today.Viktor's Choice
As they have before, but they cannot hurt me and you know. He said, smugly. I am advanced far beyond them. I am a healer, and to them the antichrist. Do you not remember their last attempt? He leaned to one side in his high-backed velvet lined chair. Swirling his goblet of vodka he looked at me expectantly. Foolish. I agreed and smiled. Even with your innards hanging from you that prostitute was unable to end you. The mere thought of that woman makes my lips curl with disgust, my lord.


Her Fist updatedThe first things I saw were the clinical white walls, the the dust motes lazing in the sun beam, the simple designs on the crunchy hospital gown I was wearing. How long had i been sleeping? Where was i? It must have been a hospital but it was so quite. I couldn't hear any nurses rushing from room to room, no machines beeping or whirring. There was a reason I was acutely aware of the silence. One sounds in particular was missing. Where was the cooing, the grunting, the crying, the suckling? I could here a soft breathing. My husband was dozing awkwardly in a hospital chair. The clock above him read "7:45". Of course he was still sleeping, We haHer Fist updated


Gone UpdatedAnother late night working. Another night crawling my way to the top of the corporate ladder. Another night spent on the benefit for some company. Another night that could have been used for bettering myself. Or the world. Or my skills. Or my physical self. But it wasn't- it was wasted for the betterment of a company. And in return I get money, which i spend on clothes, on rent, on items. None of which makes me happy for very long. None of which can fill the void i made when I decided to not spend the week with my family, or when I chose to pick up that shift and not go hiking. I have no memories now. Only the hours of redundancy sGone Updated

you already know 'tis appreciated!
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.. l'enfer est d'autres personnes ..
Jean-Paul Sartre
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J'aime les grands fesses et je ne peux pas mensonge.
Vous otha brothas ne peut pas nier.
Oh man its good to stretch the legs
*stays awhile*
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"do gooder, just because i failed in english doesnt mean i have to fail in life"
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I knew all the rules but they did not know me...
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"do gooder, just because i failed in english doesnt mean i have to fail in life"
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I knew all the rules but they did not know me...
Guaranteed
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"do gooder, just because i failed in english doesnt mean i have to fail in life"
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goo goo ga joob!
don\'t press me!
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