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Easy To SmileMy mind burns raw poetry.Easy To Smile
I squeeze it into tiny thoughts
blotting ink. Turns to words on paper.
Its easier to smile than command
a kiss.
It requires complex searching for words
regarding you.
Working thoughts Onto a
paint brush
coating ink over the blank canvas.
Its easy to smile and not explain.


Flash of a Clock Clock, a rhythmic drum, flash, flash, flash. Endless tune beats red lines form numbersFlash of a Clock


KolpleThe front room was covered in slashes of blood. As I stepped over the threshold of the house I knew that I had come to the right place. I drew my gun slowly, holding it pointed down, ready to shoot the first threat I knew I would come across. I noticed that most of the blood was so dry I could see it visibly shedding in flakes to the floor, but a small portion was still wet. I took a closer look, seeing the lines that started to form shapes deep in the velvet red blood. It reminded me of clouds, how you let your imagination see the shapes that arent there. This was not my imagination, it was there, the blood was shaped and dKolple


Tom Story A Written ConfessionI type vainly on my keyboard; stupid words, my novel unfinished pouring out like sour milk, can't stop thinking no one will drink this. So I stop writing and bring up my pen to my mouth and chew on it like a dog chewing on a bone, trying to get those last morsels of flavor out of it. I pick up the stacks of computer paper, the hopeful bundles, they aren't my work but my job. To read the novels of accomplished writers and decide whether they are good enough to meet the shelves of bookstores around the world. And why should I get to decide this? I think they love me for my lack of success, makes me more critical of everything. ConstTom Story A Written Confession


The Brothers I am ruin. Bring me to your families in the nude sun. Bring me to your loved ones.The Brothers
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CrashCrash is a movie which was really really well made, yet I think it fails in a poof of its own logic. It fails to make its point, which I'm pretty sure would be something like "Don't judge people on first sight" which is very deep indeed being that we have been told that since grade school. But the point is so... twisted, because most of the stereotyping in the movie turns out true. So what is the point of this movie? To make people think about racism and what it means to them? No, I don't think so. I think the point of this movie was to make money, and using racism as market.Crash
Its well made sure. But the real reason you watch this
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