Mind In Progress - Chapter I Free imagination is a hard thing to see nowadays, especially where I live. Of course I live in the United States of America (or as every person hopped up on Miller Lite says: 'Murica), home of the somewhat free and land of the sometimes brave. That's what the (imaginary) watchers know. What they don't know is that I live in bad ol' Memphis, Tennessee; the 2nd-place Gotham of America. I honestly wish I could move out of the city and go live in Hawaii. At least there, you only have to worry about nature instead of the constant feeling that someone might pull a gun on me or my family. At least I live in East Memphis and not North Memphis. At least North Korea hasn't declared World War 3 on the US. At least ISIS hasn't taken over Iraq and Syria completely. At least I haven't been killed by a police officer. At least I live in a place where me being black is common. At least I dream of killing Hitler, Osama bin Laden, and Islamic terrorists who give Muslims a bad name. At leastMind In Progress - Chapter I47 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My voice acting career2013 - Tails (canceled Sonic web series)My voice acting career7 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Info: Way back two years ago, my voice sounded just like Tails. Me and my old friends desided to do an online Sonic series and we even got a pilot done, but watching it, we desided it was shit and burned the footage.
2014 - Dave (Triangulum Shorts)
Info: My second, and more successful and well known roles was as Dave from Triangulum Shorts which concluded 2 months ago. Dave was practically an orange Bill Cypher...
The show involved the adventures of Dave, Dark, Crimson, Snake (Season 5) and Omega (Season 9)
Dave appeared in all of the episodes except "Darks Rage Quit"
After Season 11 as my voice got lower, me and the guys desided to make the 12th season the last ending the series with "The Finale".
You can watch Triangulum Shorts at scratch.mit.edu/user/Triangulum_Dave.
2014 - Paper Kid (Paper Kid)
Info: In this short my friend animated, I was the voice of a kid in a South Park like short. Sadly all the footage was lost and was never relea
Lost SoulThey ask me about my hands. Why and what and how and did it hurt? No.Lost Soul1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I don’t think I feel pain anymore. But why?
As if I have to explain my world to you . . . but let me try.
L is for my last name. As the first born I have a lot to live up to. My father is my hero and I can only hope to be as brave and hardworking and honest as he is. He is the best man I know.
O is for owning up to my mistakes, and God damn there are plenty to choose from. As much as I try to run from them, they are constantly at my back.
S. S is for solitude, a world all my own. Some say that solitude is lonely but oftentimes I feel most at home when I’m alone.
T is for terror. The worst of my fears. Among them is spiders, babies, and speaking out of turn. And as a walking contradiction, my worst fear is ending up alone. I don’t readily admit that to everyone, but its true. I love my time alone but I fear being that way forever, with no one who will accept me as I truly am.
The second S is fo
The story of my life. It started in 1998 on June 6 the day I was born. When I came out I didn't cry my grandmother held me begging me to cry, I started crying, she was filled with so much joy when that happened. When I was 10 months old I don't remember much but I was told that I fell out of a window and landed in between two outside air conditioners. I'm still surprised to this day that I didn't die. Sometimes I think I should have but others I'm grateful that I didn't. My mother gave me up to my grandparents knowing she couldn't take care of me anymore, I've hated her for years blaming myself for being alive. When I was 8 I moved from my home in Texas to Florida, I stayed there for 3 months and on Christmas eve I moved to Massachusetts, at this time I called my grandparents my parents. They were there through everything no matter what happened they were there for me. I finished my four grade year with one friend, I was made fun of for my accent that was a deep southern accent and the kids upThe story of my life.2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Old adventures New encounters'It's been long since our adventures' was the thought that ran through my mind upon accepting a friend's invitation to be whimsical that night and seek those beings of light as we did in the past.Old adventures New encounters2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Moon's energy was in full force and after a splendid treat we took ourselves to the seaside searching for any locations where we felt a 'pull' or 'magical' feeling.
As we walked I felt aware of lots of mermaid energy, the sea looked more mysterious than usual which was strange as I'm not one to so clearly feel such energies.
When we found a space we liked, we placed our feet in the sand and I began playing music.
With rave gloves on hand it was like a pretty light show so much so we simply began dancing.
At various intervals I took the usual night photos trying to take them in places avoiding any light interference and a few blue orbs showed up in the photos, what fun!
I turned to my left to take some pictures of the bushes behind me as well, but as the camera flashed I saw a full sized h
Coloured hair problems.I see my social worker soon, she's gonna tell me if I want a job I should change my hair back to neutral.Coloured hair problems.3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Small DetailI think I'm just as good as him and her, about.Small Detail3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So if they get everything they want,
I think I deserve that as well.
Stupid idiotic tag► Name ➔ Eclipse,no one needs to know my real name...Stupid idiotic tag4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
► Will you answer all questions truthfully ➔ Perhaps...
► Are you single ➔ Sure?
► Are you happy ➔ Yea
► Are you bored ➔ No
► Are you sad ➔ No
► Are you Italian ➔ No
► Are you German ➔ No
► Are you Asian ➔ No
► Are you angry ➔ No
► Are you Irish ➔ Half irish apparently...
► Are your parents still married ➔ Not anymore but still friends.
► Birth Place ➔ Not sayin
► Hair Color ➔ Brownish ginger
► Eye color ➔ Sometimes green sometimes blue
► Birthday ➔ Nov.13th
► Mood ➔ I can't quite tell
► Gender ➔ Female
► Lefty or Righty ➔ Righty
► Summer or winter ➔ Summer
► Morning or afternoon ➔ Afternoon.Who
Notes on a Psychiatric WardJohn Forbes Nash, Jr., was one of the recipients of the 1994 Nobel Prize in Economics — but he nearly wasn't: the Nobel selection body had expressed concerns that he might embarrass them.Notes on a Psychiatric Ward5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Mr Nash was a paranoid schizophrenic. His illness had led him to believe, among other things, that he had been charged with creating a new world government that would lead to his being crowned Emperor of Antarctica.
Most people might call such a belief mad. Mr Nash himself, acknowledging what he had been through, said: 'My quest has taken me through the physical, the metaphysical, the delusional — and back.'
The same might be said of my own quest.
After a long and interesting life, Mr Nash, along with his wife, died suddenly and needlessly in an automobile accident. I was on a psychiatric ward at the time.
The point of these brief, loosely-structured notes is to speak a little about some of my fellow patients, and to illuminate the often obscured truth that people with a mental illness are
WorriedI asked him to watch out for youWorried6 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cause I was furious about the circumstances for a friend
And worried about your health
I don't know if it was needed cause you seem to have picked it up
Besides, that woman is messing up my inspiration
And I still need a back-up for him
Irreplacable people fade out too sooner or later
Cole SlawCole SlawCole Slaw1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It isn’t just the “taste” of summer. It “is” summer.
Eat it, and the floods of memories past descend upon the eater who has experienced it over a lifetime. The use of cabbage makes it offensive to some, but that is what gives it its unmistakable bite. “Do I like this? I must, I’m still eating it. I want more.”
It’s a little like picking up a smoking addiction .
Slaw reminds me of my late grandmother. Even though I don’t think I ever ate any made by her. It’s her pleasant face I see when the flavors explode in my mouth. Her plump freckled cheeks and broad smile embracing me.
Such a silly and yet powerful thing these associations.
October - A DisconnectOctober - A DisconnectOctober - A Disconnect1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
To say I was comfortable would be a fallacy, as I lay on my belly across the two wooden platforms that hoisted me above the fiberglass bottom of a small family boat. My neck ached, and the lapping of water across the boat's blue exterior kept me from well and truely sleeping, as much as my body yearned for a good rest, it was a wish that would not come. But it felt normal, always normal, within arm's reach not a foot away, sat a man with a fishing rod. He sat in silence, but the occasional “Whip-zhee” of his line thrown out some incredible distance reminds me he was there.
It was summer, Florida this time of year gets hot, but not the blistering hot people talk about when they speak of Arazona or Southern “Cali-For-Nai-Aeh”. It didn't bare down from above and crack the cement sidewalk. It did not cause fires that spread througout the state, no, Fireseason was in the wintertime, when this heat dies off and off goes with it the rainstorms an
BackgroundSometimes I feel like I was put on a horseBackground1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That was too big and too beautiful for me
And besides learning the skills to ride it
I should try harder to defend my background
The Masquerade [Entry Seven, November 2013]Health Services is quiet today, or maybe that’s just my hearing. Either way, the waiting room feels cold and empty, almost like an office in of itself.The Masquerade [Entry Seven, November 2013]1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Offices are bad places, I think spitefully. Offices are bad.
They choose that moment to call me back, and I have to quickly arrange my facial features into a mask of polite happiness. Nice doctor, I think to myself the way a child approaches a slightly scary dog. Good doctor. Nice, friendly doctor.
I feel strange, lonely and a little ill as I settle myself onto the table and fix my eyes upon the face in front of me. I hope this is quick, I don’t feel well and I’d like to go home
“So, Meghan,” she says as she turns to the computer. The rest of her sentence is incomprehensible as I lose my visual lock on her face.
“Excuse me, I need to read your lips.” She raises her eyebrows at me. “I can’t hear terribly well.”
“Oh,” she says, sounding surprised as she clicks through
okay listenThis is a journal of a dorky 6th grader who has the biggest dreams in the world but yet I'm only 4'8 . In my world how tall you are doesn't count, the bigger your dreams, the bigger your personality!okay listen1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Although no one knows who I am and I don't know you are... Don't go looking around for me okay? I mean I would only be made fun of for the things I say, I am well... pretty dorky after all! Humiliation is the worst in 6th grade... There is nothing more mean than a popular 6th grade girl who has so much power, that she can make EVERYONE! Hate me! with a snap of her fingers! So...... PLEEEEEEASE if you know who I am just keep it a secret OKAY? This journal is like my way of talking to the world without showing my face.
I think that my journal helps ME show YOU that life is great no matter what. Even if you have no food or money, or your just one of those bratty tween girls, that likes attention more than they like their own "FRIEND
PrejudiceShe was strict. Well, firm but fair. We behaved in her class.Prejudice1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She was in the science block at secondary transfer evening, ready to talk to prospective parents.
I haven't mentioned that this teacher was fat. That meant nothing to us.
'Oh!' said a mother who hadn't spoken to her yet. 'She looks really jolly!'
Jana Novakova Czech BioJana Nováková Czech Republic BioJana Novakova Czech Bio1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Name: Jana Nováková
Representing Country: Czech Republic
-In home language: Česka Republika
Appearance: Jana is about 5'6, the average women's height for her country. In comparison to the other people of the world, she is relatively short. For example, Ivan and Ludwig both tower over her yet Ivan and Jana are distantly related since they are Slavic cousins. Apart from her lack in height, she has a mix of hair color that's she's inherited from the two ancient countries Bohemia and Moravia. Light blond from Moravia and a light brown from Bohemia. Her eye color is a deep pine green, contrary to the popular blue or brown. It represents her forest landscape and the originality of her personality. In terms of clothing, she likes to wear boho-style and traditional folk clothing when she gets the chance. Jana is very in-touch with her culture and wears her hair in a signature plait.
Personality: Jana masters 7 lan
Highway 87I always knew that New Mexico's nickname, The Land of Enchantment, is a well earned name. Upon entering the state, I am always filled with a peculiar mix of emotions, like I am entering into a sacred place without permission. Such it was the other night when my boyfriend and I found ourselves on a long and unscheduled road trip from Dallas to Denver.Highway 871 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Our would-be-routine flight was cancelled due to mechanical problems and the airline didn't even feign interest in helping us reach our final destination. We were handed letters informing us that we would be refunded the price of our ticket (up to $400, of course) eventually and we were encouraged to believe that was the end of it. I refused to let it go and demanded a voucher for a rental car since every airline was full. What I got was more paperwork with the promise of future bureaucracy. Two hours and $200 later, armed with ok attitudes and a tiny fuel-efficient Hyundai, we set out into the fading light.
Daniel, my beloved boyfriend, w
(I) Last year at around late January I was admitted into a fabulous psychiatric ward for chronic depression. So now for some fun exposition:(I)1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
At around the time of puberty my brain decided that experiencing genuine feelings of happiness and having any drive and ambition was so passé, so it stopped doing just that. I was in some bullshit gifted student programs and had consistent high marks for literacy and did pretty damn well in all subjects (sans math because fuck math) and was just overall really special and perfect and excellent. As a student, anyway. Shit, I was also always commended for having excellent behavior. It was less "ass kissing" and more "being so absolutely socially awkward that I was incapable of misbehavior". But at least it worked out in my favor. Anyway, to make this tangent relevant, my grades and behavior started slipping (just like my sense of reality!) at around middle school. I just st
Self-Battle: Or Grabbing the Upper HandI'm Carl an ordinary 25 year old searching for something of meaning. ButSelf-Battle: Or Grabbing the Upper Hand1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
not like this, defending myself from the worst motherfucker in history. I can't tell
if I'm winning or if he is winning? Hopefully this final blow doses it so I can move
on with myself.
Friendship and ObservingOne friend, I realized, is a very good observer. How does she do that? Well, she first gets the first impression of a person which ofcoarse is necessary then she judges them from 3 perspectives-Friendship and Observing1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1) first person, i.e., her own thoughts of that person.
2) second person, i.e., what he/she thinks of things and what are their attitude towards things.
3) third person, i.e., what others think of that person.
“Yeah, but you know what? Not everyone can do that.” She never reads novels or fancies any such media which broadens our understanding; I concluded and told her “You have a natural talent”.
“I know and that’s the problem! I see people lacking understanding of others and that makes me upset. When I am to give an opinion on anyone I give a rather sophisticated one than the truth so they would feel satisfied.”
We talked about our old school where we studied together and felt that that was a totally different world. Everyone was a different character