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Bob DylanI watched his cracked dry lips as they sang his songs.More Like This
Cold raw finger tips dancing along.
On a long wooden neck, of a factory made guitar.
Singing of truths from a voice so distant and far.
The lands, they'd split as the people, they'd raved.
While ol' Bob, he'd sit there on his brass bucket, and wave.
At the near to gone crazy, and the old, the good, and dead.
And I watched as he wouldn't bother to lift up his sunken head.
God, let thunder strike me down if I ever wish to be like him.
For it don't take the gifted to learn that we're all stuck in the same loonie bin.
hooray!Yayz, my computer was finally fixed so now I can scan my drawings and post them again! :iconsuperw00tplz:More Like This
Yeah, so I lost all of my other drawings I used to have, but thankfully I have posted most of them on DeviantART.
I don't have Photoshop anymore though... :iconpinkiepiesadplz: and that was the only program I could draw on the computer with besides stupid MS Paint.Well, my parents will try to get it again.
The old man in the park There's an old man sitting on a bench in the park.More Like This
A scruffy dog by his feet, on his lips a witty remark.
Not a tooth in his mouth, but he smiles anyway.
And if you ask him why, this is what he will say:
“I have a song in my head, and a smile on my face.
I have lived a full life of both sorrow and grace.
I have love so plenty, and stories to share.
And I live my life without a worry or care.”
His wrinkles are a map of a long, lasting life.
Of hard work, three sons, and a now deceased wife.
His hearing may be bad, and his vision turning grey.
But if you ask him, this is what he will say:
“I have seen my share of wonders
An Animal Crossing Story: Chapter 8Though I haven't kept track of the dates; the animals here sure do. There's a grand clock by the town hall that gongs at every hour. The date is inscribed at the side of every letter I receive from neighbors that have passed on or, "moved away." Corny events are tracked and celebrated by neighbors, just to keep their deluded minds off of ongoing tragedies that go right under their noses. As days drag more and food becomes more scarce; there are just a few trees left in my town with ripe oranges. If it weren't for Horatio's share, I'd be much worse off than I am.More Like This
Even with these reminders; it's not until the rude awakening of a pounding at my
An Animal Crossing Story: Chapter 7Passing days here are more like weeks; and every second seems more like a lifetime. Fruit are growing low in both our towns, and with that so is our chance for survival; as besides raw and overcooked fish, it is our only source of food that isn't flesh.More Like This
"Do you think they'll really get these?" Asks Horatio, as we scurry out to send more letters. We have sent out copies of the same note on similar templates, warning them about cannibal Nook and requesting whoever shall receive the letter to send back their code. No responses so far, but we can only hope others have received the message and are together plotting rebellion.
"Someone out there
An Animal Crossing Story: Chapter 6This wasn't happening. I have gone into madness, it's my only explanation...More Like This
"GET UP AGAINST THE WALL!" Resetti ordered the crowded children, an axe in his hand. The children scurried to follow orders, I make a run for it.
"YOU! LASSIE! COME HERE!" Resetti orders Don to keep watch of the terrified children, and charges after me. Once the slowest runner out of my class; I am assisted by an adrenaline rush when I see a light at the end of Resetti's damned tunnel. There was a way to reality! He's right fucking behind me...
"CANDACE!" He knows my name. He keeps record of every trapped soul here! I see more and openings; the closest one had
The Angels Are CryingOf course, at first one can barely tell. It's always just a pestering, cold drizzle that slips back in enriching sunlight, as one would like to hope.More Like This
Now they weep as the wind moans with them. The leaves hastily retreat; the flowers hang their heads in shame. Their tears drench all we've treasured, thrown away, take for granted. The sky dresses itself for their mourning; a blanket of grey. Smouldering clouds take command, an out pour of tears. Tears from the ones who have done all they could to heal, mend, and reach out to those in suffering. Even angels can't take so much disaster, as they take our pain with them, up where grief is nonexist
The Seeds of Change: Chapter 3The four were mesmerized by it's outer core...these seeds...were glowing. What did these possibly have to do with anything, were these kids just stoned? Or were they really, as they say, from 2013?More Like This
"...Holy hell...where do you get these things?!"
"They were handed to us before we arrived. But we can only use them scarcely." Said Jack.
"What do you mean-"
A loud booming on the door interrupted Jonsey's questioning.
"I'll get it." Groans Robert as Peter Grant opens it and pulls him by his collar.
"YOU GUYS ARE FOUR FUCKING HOURS LATE! WE'RE ONSTAGE IN AN HOUR!"
The band exchanges a split second glance as they scurry to load their instr
The Forbidden Match: Part IIt's a day only the few talk about amongst themselves, the fan base for the most watched wrestling program in all of cinema history. Wrestlemania was drawing near for WWE and the hype, controversy, and excitement spurred about like wildfire. With no main event, the writers had to spur up something; the fans always loved a juicy back story for every match. A person to love and another to hate, going at it in front of the unseen millions.More Like This
"Let's see what you have here!" Vince stormed through the door to ask his crew; fresh out of college, overworked and underpaid. Shaking they knew this would come sooner than later; they admitted,
"We...we do
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