Some facts about fishSome facts about fish8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Some Facts About Fish:
compiled by GuyFlash
1) The skin of a fish is inside out. FACT
2) All fish are allergic to water. FACT
3) Fish have no eyelids, to clean their eyes, fish urinate on them. FACT
4) If you hold a fish upside down and hum the chorus of the song 'Good vibrations' whilst making sure the fish is looking at a map of Norway, the fish will implode. FACT
5) Fish don't breath air, fish breath childrens hope and dreams. FACT
6) Fish will only listen to a Madonna album if played through a packet of ready salted crisps. FACT
7) If you spell 'fish' backwards you get the word 'evil'. FACT
8) 'hippopotamus' is an anagram of 'fish'. FACT
9) Fish are telekinetic. they can move their bodies by the power of their mind alone. FACT
10) Male fish have 38 testes. whereas female fish only have 37. FACT
11) every 2.3 seconds, a fish gives birth to a kangaroo. FACT
12) A fish's diet will include the following;
- Passing Digital radios
- Kangaroos (fish always
We weren't stolen or lost...Who will standWe weren't stolen or lost...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the girls with broken hearts
And too much make-up and too-short skirt
Who cry for something better
Than petty drunk - 'it was just one night' - love
Who will scream
For the whisky breath boys
Who broke hearts to hide
How scared they really are
That you'll find out who they really are
Who will fight
For the skinny girls obsessed with numbers
Never quite low enough
And they want shoulder blades and pelvic bones
And beauty and disgust
Who will speak
For the kids who stay silent
And hide bruises under pretty clothes
With smiles that break your heart
When you look into their eyes
Who will reach
For tobacco-breath girls
With combat boots and a fuck off glare
To hide nightmares from the past
Because no one will get close again
Who will smile
At the ones with tear stained cheeks
And long sleeeves all year 'round
Who are told it's 'just a phase'
When they know that they are dieing
And destruction will be cause of death
Dissecting a HedgehogDissecting a Hedgehog8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Dissecting a Hedgehog: An in-depth analysis of Sonic the Hedgehog
Starting in 1991 and going until 1994, Sonic the Hedgehog dazzled audiences with high-speed high-action antics the likes no other videogame hero can provide or has provided since. With each game, Sonic's adventures grew longer, the levels grew more complex, and the graphics got more detailed. But, after 1994, Sonic the Hedgehog all but vanished from the face of gaming -- a character who was king, beating out rivals like Mario in popularity polls and putting countless copycats to shame, began a downward tailspin into the depths of obscurity. The scarce few games that were released bearing the Sonic name that were not, infact Sonic games; instead they were other genres, other games altogether with the Sonic name and characters transplanted in to them.
In 1998, as Sega transitioned out of their 32bit console, the Sega Saturn, they revealed a new console - the Sega Dreamcast, and with it, a brand new Sonic game slated
And So She Waits.She sits down, in the nook of a hole in the wall. She fumbles with the notebook in the crook of her arm, and without ceremony, she opens it. The music rings clearly through her mind, and the words flow from her like the water from a fountain. Nothing in life seems as right as what she's doing here, in the hole in the wall. She surveys her room, deliberately, searching for an idea, perhaps a tool that she could use to unlock the mysteries of her mind, and the universe around her; which does not so much interest her, but defiles and perturbs her young spirit and mind. She is new to the world, and she finds that she wants things very different from everyone around her. Her eyes land on her weapon of choice, a plain brown guitar, faded and dusty. No companion is, or was ever greater to her than this guitar, and though it is not adorned with any superficial markings, although it looked like countless other guitars, she knew that if it perpetrated a felony, she could pick it out of a line upAnd So She Waits.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The MirrorThe Mirror8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sorry, I had to delete this deviation due to personal reasons.
Thank you for all your comments, they are very much appreciated!
What the weatherman predictedI don't want to hearWhat the weatherman predicted8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Change your perception dear; that is
Just a polite way of saying
'get over it'
I will curl up and cry
If you will let me without
Telling me I am stronger
Let me be weak because
I am not a storm and I am not an avalanche
I am the quiet in the hurricane but
Not the destruction
Oh no, this time I am self-destructing so
Don't worry. You are safe.
Don't worry, I will fall apart in silence
So as not to interrupt your world or
Cause you any distress
But really, with all these smiles and hints
As to how I am really am
I'm just begging to be told
"It will all be okay"
Such A Pretty DisasterWatch her as she dancesSuch A Pretty Disaster9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To her very own secret beat
To music that seems a part of her
That takes control of her feet
Look how beautiful she is
As she spins and as she twirls
But you don't see the truth in her
And she's not a part of this world
And she's so pretty when she's dancing
But she twirls just like a hurricane
Out of control and full of disaster
And destruction's her middle name
But what you don't see as she dances
Is the torture deep within
Because she's dancing and she's smiling
And she's such a pretty thing
She'll hypnotize you, draw you in
As you watch her slowly dance
But it's only so you can't hurt her
And you'll never have the chance
She dances, never stopping
And you don't see her tears
If she stops she might finally fall
She's been going all these years
And her feet barely touch the ground
As she dances and falls apart
She's so pretty when she's dancing
You can't see her shattered heart
There's no beauty in her eyes
Only betrayal and sorrow
And her dance is mesmerising
All These LivesThe icy wind whipped against the small figure of the teenage boy as he made his way down the long, lonely sidewalk on his way to school. His black, old converse shoes scuffed against the cement, scattering small rocks and dirt clods that littered the sidewalk. He stared at his shoes as he walked, a small book bag slung over his shoulder. He wore only black Misfits hoodie, black skinny jeans, and some black gloves with the fingers cut off. It wasnt doing much to block out the cold, but he didnt care. The weather couldnt rival the coldness he felt inside.All These Lives6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He heard familiar voices talking ahead of him; he didnt have to look up to know who it was.
Hey, here comes the faggot.
Not today please, just for once He pleaded inside of his head, keeping his gaze fixated on his shoes as he hoped the bullies would just let him pass in peace.
His wish was denied, though, when he felt two pairs of hands grab his arms.
The boy ignor
Thank You, deviantARTThank You, deviantART6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
November 6, 2007
Dear deviantART Community,
Expressing thanks to you all seems so little, though words are all I have to offer. People from all around the world, that I've met through this community and become friends with, have offered so much more than tips, tricks, and information about art and photography. There are people from many different countries, with all sorts of belief systems and points of view, that have encouraged me, and through me, my family, during my Dad's sickness. There are many of us on dA who are serious about the art community and our love of art, whether it be photography, drawing, digital art, etc., that reach out to each other in different ways, and are always there to encourage and nudge each other along.
One of my real-life friends often comments about how people and friends through the internet aren't "real" people; how there is an "invisibility" barrier. But, I disagree. I know the internet can be a
This TearOne tear drop rolls slowly down her cheek,This Tear8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but what was the cause of this emotional peak?
Was this the mark of fears untold?
Or of the joy, not even the strong could hold?
Did the tear betray a simply sad story?
Or a memory of days full of pride and glory?
Was this the tear for the loss of a love?
Or in thanks for a gift bestowed from above?
One tear drop rolled down her cheek,
but of the cause she does not yet speak.
This simple feeling that she let fall away,
was one she did not mean to display.
It is a moment meant only for her heart,
not shown for the world to destroy or part.
Could It Be? Chapter TwoCould It Be? Chapter Two7 years ago in General More Like This
Could It Be?
No, it couldnt be love. He couldnt be feeling that way about her.
Sonic, Amy said while opening the basket, do you want something to eat?
I guess I could go for some grub. What do you have in there, he asked while peeking in the basket.
Nothing really exciting, just some peanut better and jelly sandwiches. And to drink I have some lemonade, she told him while taking them out.
Sounds nice, he said when he noticed something else in the basket, something round and purple.
Hey Amy, whats that purple thing, he asked. She stopped setting out the food and took it out. It was a Frisbee.
This thing, she asked while holding it up, its a Frisbee. After we eat we can play if you want.
Oh ok, sure. Amy put the Frisbee back in the basket and handed Sonic a sandwich and a cup of lemonade.
Its kind of funny how you knew to pack extra f
The Sasuke SongThe Sasuke Song:The Sasuke Song6 years ago in Humor More Like This
So if we all go to kill im!
Well know what to do!
Well know how to kill Itachi!
Me and you!
So lets all go to kill im!
Me and you!
Racing all over the whole world!
Making friends with snakes!
And pissing off lots of girls!
Making annoyance everywhere they go!
Party with Orochimaru!
Fighting, fighting, explicit writing!
Swearing, swearing, Sasuke hates sharing!
Punching, hitting, Sasuke hates knitting!
Come, lets sing the Sasuke song!
So if we all go to kill im!
Well know what to do!
Well know how to kill Itachi!
Me and you!
Why Coyotes Cry at NightWhy Coyote Cries in the NightWhy Coyotes Cry at Night9 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Long ago, as the world's first day drew to a close, there was only the moon to bring light to the dark veil of Night.
And all of the creatures, who had marveled at the wonders of the day, said "Well, the day is filled with all sorts of wonder, but Night is so dark. The clouds are hard to see, and even the moon will go away for a time, like tides." And all of the day creatures hid from the darkness, and all of the night creatures sighed, feeling that their time was unfinished, dull next to the day.
And Nature, taking to heart their thoughts, asked who we call Raven to decorate the nighttime sky, for she was a bird of twilight, awake during the day, but with midnight plumage. So Raven flew far and wide, searching for something beautiful with which she would decorate the sky. She would make the night beautiful, something which all creatures could look up and marvel at. So Raven decided to make stars, whic
Sorry to DisapointI'm sorry to disapointSorry to Disapoint8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I never meant to make you cry
I'm going under from my life's blunders
Drowning in my own sick lullabies
Weaving through distant memories
The past continues to follow
It haunts and taunts, this isn't what I want
Where are my pills I swallow
To cease such wretched flashbacks
To help percieve reality
When instead, I'm still fucked in the head
Nothing I seem to do is working
Where is the bottle I drink from
To leave my rational thoughts behind
I take a chug from the frosted mug
But still to the past my thoughts rewind
What have I let myself become
I am drowning in despair
The pills and drink alter what I think
I want to quit this demented love affair
For I thought it was the solution
But really it is the cause
Of my depression, I want to end this session
And go back to what I was
- One Person -- One Person -8 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
I turned to my friend. '...Why didn't you act?'
'I am just one person', she replied, lowering her eyes. 'I make no difference'.
I paused, breathing out a deep sigh. Taking her hand, I decided to take her to somewhere that would explain much better than any words.
After much walking, we stopped and gazed up at the rows of tall windowless sheds sitting awkwardly on the grassy landscape, oozing tonnes of excrement into the surrounding countryside.
'What's all this for?'
'Eggs. This is where almost all eggs come from...' I started, catching her eye. She was looking slightly worried.
We walked to the first barn and I undid the door, stepping inside. Despite it being night, it still seemed so much darker inside.
I turned to my friend, who was now beside me, struggling to wade through the waist-deep excrement and breathe in the ammonia-saturated air.
'Inside each barn will be about 25,000 hens.' I shone the torch upwards, to reveal rows and rows of birds crammed into tiny cages.
JadedTo all those jaded critics, cynics and pessimists:Jaded6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I dont understand you.
You ridicule me for believing in love and romance. You tell me that love doesnt exist, that really its just your hormones and enzymes making a chemical high in your mind. You mock me for believing that love will overcome everything. You say that passion isnt real.
You scoff at The Notebook, saying the movie was bad and the book was worse. You point out that Mr. Darcy was made up. You exclaim that handsome men dont fall for plain girls. You think that romance movies are too melodramatic. You laugh when people say I love you. You point out that love-if it was real-only hurts you in the end. You insist that love is the fastest way to suicide.
But yet I can see a small, almost invisible sliver of hope in your eyes. I can tell that despite all your protests you want someone to come and prove you wrong. You want someone to prove that love is real and that it does la
Knowing CoyoteKnowing Coyote9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where did you go?
I miss you.
I realize nowYou were there to help me
To protect me
From my life at the time
When you thought I was okay
On my own.
And I was for a while
But where are you?
I need you now.
You don't need to stay
Like you did before
But I need to see you.
Be reminded of your presence
And the strength and friendship
That was there before.
I need to know
That you still call me friend
As I do consider you.
Please come back to me
Just this once
I need to know you again.
Lisa M. Evangelisti(2004)
Spin the Bottle ::MCRFanfic::Please, before you read, read the following warning.Spin the Bottle ::MCRFanfic::7 years ago in Teen More Like This
This fanfiction is slash. It involves the following people; Brian, Gerard, Frank, Mikey, Bob, Ray, and a made-up character for the occasion, Sam. The couples mentioned are; Brian and Sam, Gerard and Mikey, Ray and Frank, Ray and Bob, Brian and Mikey, Gerard and Ray, and Frank and Gerard.
PLEASE take note of this before you read. Thank you.
Of course it had been a joke.
But everyone on the bus had been boredeveryone being Gerard, Frank, Ray, Bob, Mikey, Brian, and the driver of the bus who was consequentially a girl. They had parked outside of a gas station to give herSama break.
Im bored, Mikey moaned, putting his bass guitar down and standing up only to run his fingers through his thick hair. Lets do something. Leaving his hair even further ruffled than before, he put his hand on his hip and thrust it out. Ray, who was closest, eyed him strangely and went back to t
xcutiexprincessx69I waited a half an hour to see if you'd get onlinexcutiexprincessx697 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and now that you are I'm waiting 5 minutes
to greet you so I don't seem clingy or desperate.
Then you ask about my day followed by a sideways smiley face
And I make up something about a 2 mile walk-
when in reality all I did was watch back to back episodes
of Star Trek: Deep Space 9.
Then I sit back and wait because you seem to be typing an awful lot,
but in 5 minutes when I receive the message it's just the letters "L O L"
A secret code that means you have nothing interesting to say,
and neither do I but comfortable silence doesn't exist on the Internet.
So I ask you "whats up?"
and fade away into a thought bubble
where your eyes are deep brown-
like a puddle on the playground.
Your blonde curls sway in the wind of an oscillating fan-
like you were going down a slide,
And your typing fingers draw scenes
with white sidewalk chalk
of squirrels crawling up pine trees
while rain spews down on a triangle house
Could It Be? Chapter SevenCould It Be? Chapter Seven7 years ago in General More Like This
Could It Be?
Eggman walked up to Sonic so he was right in front of him. He bent down so he was at Sonics height. Sonic didnt know what he was doing. Eggman looked at him smiling evilly. He chuckled a little.
Whats so funny, Sonic asked annoyed. Eggman stood but up and laughed more. Then he made a fist and quickly punched Sonic in the face.
Haha, I always wanted to do that, Eggman said happily. Sonic closed his eyes because of the pain. Eggman had a hard punch. Thats going to leave a mark. Sonic thought to himself. His head was turned to the right because of the force. A drop of blood came out of his mouth. He opened his right eye having his left one closed. Now he was mad.
Grrrr, Ill get you for that, Sonic said angrily.
Oh really, what are you going to do? Stair at me until I blink! Haha, Eggman said with a laugh. Sonic was getting really irritated.
You wouldnt hit another living thing
Laic's Bio and Study SheetLaic's Bio and Study Sheet9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Ooman Code Name: "The White Tiger"
Hieght: 9" ft 2" in.
Weight: 390 lbs
Age: 543 (about 48 in human years) X3
Status: High Priestess of Cetanu
Family: whereabouts of family is unknown
Desciples: 4 acolytes and 1 apprentice
Physical description and notes:
Laic has become a legend among the followers of Cetanu, the god of death. She started training to become a priestess at a very young age. After the mysterious disappearance of her family, she was determined to learn all the knowledge about death and destruction that her loving god had to offer. Thus, she became one of the most powerful followers of Cetanu. It is said that his wishes and thoughts are channeled through her through visions and dreams...or nightmares.
She spends much of her time in meditation. Though she prefers to walk amongst the crew and observe them, offering any guidance or wisdom she might have. She blesses hunts and blooding ceremonies with elaborate prayers and mystical blades
Public Airplane ::Frerard::Frankie held his hands overtop his head for about two seconds before driving them into his lap with such force his hands slapped against his skin. Im bored, he moaned, light eyes rolling upward and looking pleadingly at the ceiling. Raising his tattooed hands once again, he angrily swiped at his eyes, rubbing away any essence of delusion. Dammit, now I remember why I hated planes so damn much.Public Airplane ::Frerard::7 years ago in Teen More Like This
Gerard, who sat beside him, smirked broadly and stretched as well. Headphones curled around his neck delicately, an iPod clutched in one pale hand. On his lap lay a novel, one Frank had never heard of. His eyes flickered to the title before dashing away, returning to the despairingly boring plane. Gerard rolled his eyes at his flying companion and nudged him in the side. Ya know, he said smugly, it was you who opted we go on this fucking plane, not me. You said you were sick of driving and Toro and Bryar agreed! Adding, quite com
.::-Have you Ever?-::. Have you ever wanted something?.::-Have you Ever?-::.7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Anyone, everyone, everthing.
Have you ever cried yourself to sleep.
Wanting the warm embrace.
Wanting to look into that persons eyes
And see them looking back
Knowing that they would do anything for you
Would cry for you
Die for you.
Looking in their eyes
Knowing that they felt the same way?
But has your heart ever ached?
Betrayal and lies.
Depending on the love.
Until it withers and dies.
Your heart is torn to peices.
Falling apart slowly.
Until there is nothing left.
So the question remains.
To love or not?
To take the risk
Of having your heart torn out
And yourself being left there to bleed.
Just for that sensation when you see them
When your fingertips touch?
For that kiss, and the hold that makes you feel safe.
Is it worth it?
Have you ever wanted something?
Is it worth it or not?
people i'd like to hit...here's an idea i would recommend:people i'd like to hit...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
make yourself a list of names
at the top of the page
write: "people i'd like to hit..."
(if your short on time, make that
"people i'd not like to hit"
because you know it'd be a shorter list)
these names (those that you would hit) could include:
girls that are full of themselves
(even if all you know about them is their names)
guys that have no hearts
(only a rather large appetite for sex)
teachers that underestimate your talents
and pretend that your stupid
(they're just jealous; they're old, you're young)
kids that piss in the drinking fountains
(it may not directly affect you
but they certainly deserve a beating)
those jerks that get better cars than you
(maybe a black-eye or a fat-lip
would make them reconsider reckless driving;
they have no respect, damn it! hit 'em!)
girls that ruin the nice guys lives just because they can
(you might get a good laugh
out of hitting these bitches in a very public place...
and even people