Making pictures move to you whim
Order grows out of the chaos of the world
Verifying that the human condition still means something
Inside those pictures a story unfolds
Engaging your heart, mind, and soul
Making pictures move to you whim
Order grows out of the chaos of the world
Verifying that the human condition still means something
Inside those pictures a story unfolds
Engaging your heart, mind, and soul
He looked around desperately looking for anyone
Except for Jeremy. Jermey had caused all this
Losing all hope, Percy opened his mouth and the water rushed in
Percy’s liquid screams were never heard
Making sure to ditch his wedding ring in his pocket
Isaac walked into the bar liked he owned the place
Sitting at the bar, a red head in a tight white blouse caught his eye
Taking his time to strut over, he made sure she noticed him
As his pulse kicked up he slung back a shot of whiskey
Killing any conscience that was still left
Escaping remorse till the morning
Looking around the mass of undulating people, Marcus grimaced
Originally he and Andre were supposed to play chess
Now Marcus was at the “party of the century”
Everyone was in everyone else’s space, gyrating to the primal beat
Leaving Marcus craving for a way to flee from all these people
Yet it wasn’t meant to be. He was an island in that sea of humanity
Candice was so hungry that she put up with Phil
Uselessly she tried to ignore his latest tirade
Relishing in the mix of spices, the hot, the sweet
Reality threatened to implode her moment
Yet the next bite blew Phil away
Holding her close, Jenny didn’t want to let go
Until that very moment, Jenny had felt lost in the world
Going forward she now had an anchor
Gerald pondered his test as the professor glared at him from the front of the class. Gerald had no problem with this tests, but more with tests in general. He thought that testing was only one way to really quantify how much he understood the material. There were so many other ways to show competence. Gerald quickly wrote down some of his favorites. He could compose a poem based on the material. He could create an interpretive dance. He could even cook a meal based on indigenous recipes of Uganda to interpret the material.
Gerald’s physics professor wasn’t amused.
Quinton checked his watch
Ursula should be walking her dogs by in two minutes
Everything led to this moment in space and time
Stepping up behind her, he slipped the package into Ursula’s pocket
That was worth the experience points
Despair-grey colored skies frame a blasé landscape
Revealing the emptiness before me
Entering my vulnerable soul
Attacking what little gumption I had
Removing emotions through a lobotomy of feelings
Yielding a puddle of blah
Wearing down mountains into molehills
As well as etching wrinkles into the landscape
Tumbling towards the sea with reckless abandon
Entering a union with its brethren in a lunar dance
Returning to the sky to begin the journey again
Stories and photos from Scotland
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