peach monson bucket
I do need to burn my past still. Anybody have a match I can borrow?
This picture shows what I shall never forget. Georgia, the Gospel of the Savior, and my homies. peach monson bucket I do need to burn my past still. Anybody have a match I can borrow? de Bob
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While We Sleep by Insomnium When your heart gives out and your love collapses When the hand that never lets go is there no more When you reap and sow only throe and resentment When there's no one else but you to blame it for When all you ever wish for is to go back once more When all you ever wish for is to change it all When all you feel is remorse, pain and regret When you dwell in the past unable to move on And we drift far away in our dreams Gather further distance while we sleep Build a wall of glass thick and deep We hear but choose not to listen And we drift far away in our dreams Gather further distance while we sleep Still the bridge is enflamed with fire Leave all the love we had behind When you realize that your life is a one-way road When you realize that there's no point of return When you understand that you can't go back anymore When you understand you can only move onwards And we drift far away in our dreams Gather further distance while we sleep Build a wall of glass thick and deep We hear but choose not to listen And we drift far away in our dreams Gather further distance while we sleep Still the bridge is enflamed with fire Leave all the love we had behind Slow down We need to slow down We need to slow down so I can catch you We need to slow down so I can catch you We need to slow down so you can catch me We need to slow down so I can catch you We need to slow down so you can catch me Slow down bob
My brother made a clampo. He calls it Clampo Man. It saves people from killers, even if those people suck.Dont ask me how.bob
The headmaster strode into the classroom, interrupting the professor with his overbearing presence. Every student in the room woke up anyone sleeping around them and straightened up the best they could. The teacher strode to the side of the room, allowing the headmaster to take the middle of the floor. No sound but of the wind coming through the open window, shuffling papers, and hitting the grey stone walls before being sucked into the large, drafty hallway. The headmaster didn’t move. He looked into the eyes of every teenage boy in the room. One of the students began tapping on the floor with his feet. “Students, someone in this class has stolen a Tacobot from the school cafeteria,” He said after he had examined the eyes of everyone in the class. Silence was kept from the room only by the tapping of the anxious boy. Those who were looking at him noticed a grin crawl across his face. His eyes were locked on the headmaster. He began to giggle, laughing harder and harder until everyone was looking at him. “Thomas. Come with me.” Everyone knew the penalty for stealing. Thomas was well liked, and every face in that room was creased with concern for the boy. Thomas marched to the front of the room, the smile never leaving his face. A small kid at the front of the class spoke up. “Headmaster, sir, I believe Thomas has Kleptomania. Kleptomaniacs steal things because when people react to their things being stolen, it releases a chemical response in the thiefs brain that is somewhat equivalent to a first kiss. My older brother is a Kleptomaniac, and that's what he said. The bigger the reaction, the greater the experience. If you give him the customary 10 lashes, he will enjoy it more than it will hurt. The best way to punish him would be to say, ‘Don’t do it again,’ and move on.” “Especially if it wasn’t even Thomas who stole it, huh,” The headmaster replied, dragging the small kid out into the hallway. Thomas sauntered back to his seat. bob
more astute than a stuteempty as a drunk’s bottledarker than the soul of a sinnerwittier than the king’s foollost like a desert wandererhastier than Quickbeam the hasty ent The cold leather against my palms is no longer smooth. The ground no longer feels friendly and close. Snow peacefully floats through the sinister webs in the once clean and beautiful glass. I am powerless to hinder the infiltrating rust. Every time another precious piece falls off, a piece of my soul goes with it, finally finding... something. I remember when the last wheel fell off. It was like a load flew off my tired shoulders. I constantly stare out of the cracked windshield.
We always had George. Nobody really remembers the first time he showed up. He always appears in our memories. And we know he is ours.For example, yesterday was my birthday. I had a party with all my friends. We played videogames and ate pizza the entire time. But as I look back, I notice a see through fluffy figure smiling next to us. We never notice him in the moment, but upon reflection, he is always there. He is mostly nice. He been mean only once or twice. I remember my sister wandered away in the store. She ran back to us, and we didn’t know she had been missing ‘till we got home. She said, “A man tried to grab my arm, but then he tripped and slammed his face on the ground. Oh! George did that!” She laughed, then grew solemn again. “He looked kind of scary and mad, though.” I had pulled into the driveway. I didn’t really know why I was there. I guess it was because it was Christmas time, and I wanted to grace him with my presence, or something stupid like that. I got out of the car, locked the door, and promised myself that I would keep my cool.
My dad is the worst person I know. He is a jerk living off of the government, aspiring for nothing and wasting his life. I knocked on the door frame with my good hand. After counting to sixty, I walked into his house. “Dad!” I remember yelling. “Where you at!” He walked out from the kitchen. “Hey, boy. Merry Christmas, eh?” He laughed mockingly. “More than you know.” I sat in my familiar spot. I hadn’t been here for more than six months. For a reason I remembered real soon. “How is school? You gettin all A’s like a proper student?” My dad had dropped out of high school to join the military. He was dishonorably discharged after a year and a half. “I been working really hard, Dad. I only have one B, and I am going to every study help they have for the class.” After that he tried to shape up, which is why my mom condescended to marry him. “Ha! You suck, dude.” Then he cheated on her 12 times in one week, divorced her, and left her with me. “How is your mom? She still selfish and unforgiving?” I threw myself out of my chair. “My mother is not selfish or unforgiving.” He got up in my face. “Your mother is a --!” I had a flashback of the doctor saying, “Don’t punch anyone. Don't land on your arm.” I punched him in the eye, and he hit the ground. I kicked the door open and went home, my arm stabbing, probably broken again. That’s all, I swear. Malus is a busboy for the Beatus Hotel. Malus cares about the people who go to his hotel. He is a people pleaser, and will do anything to make his clients happy. He is good friends with all of the staff, because he is quick with a joke or to light up your smoke, but there is someplace that he would rather be. He wishes he could go somewhere oriental and open a new Beatus Hotel.
He is secretly in love with the receptionist that works at the front desk on weekends. He will not do anything about it though, because he fears rejection. He looks in the mirror all the time, wondering what she doesn’t see in him. Malus enjoys taking his friends to his house after work and watching the latest video tape. He enjoys getting captivated by the character’s exciting worlds. It takes his mind off the hunger that tries to keep a man awake at night. He gets frightened in all this darkness, so he gets nightmares, and hates to sleep alone. Malus is proud that he was born in ‘52, the same year as John Goodman. His mother spent long hours birthing him. He often calls telegrams her, and says, “Momma, I did not mean to make you cry. If I am not back again this time tomorrow, then carry on, carry on.” Malus lives for cake. He really loves cake. Cake and brownies are his main passion. Once, his buddies played a trick where they hid all of his brownies and cake. He left in tears and he ran, he ran so far away. He just ran, He ran all night and day. He couldn't get away. But he came back. Malus is running away from his past. Sometimes Malus wishes there was a freeway running through the yard, because he thinks he is a bad boy because he does not even miss her. He is a bad boy for breaking her heart. He wishes he had not done many of the things he has done in his life. He has made a new start at the Beatus Hotel. The man patted her hand. She jerked it away. The man sighed and got up to leave, motioning for the woman to follow. She shook her head so he left.
As soon as he cleared the doorjamb, he was tackled by another man dressed in white. Others came to assist him. He was tied to a stretcher, and taken out of view. A minute later, another man in white came and helped the now silent woman up and out of the restaurant. You always catch us, don’t you. Yes, Mrs. Ashlie. We were only getting dinner. Yes, Mrs. Ashlie. You know, he is not that bad. The orderly’s predictable response was lost because the door closed behind them. They got into the ambulance-shaped vehicle. Silence reigned until the man spoke. “I am ready to get up now.” “Are you sure, Mr. Reilly?” The orderly sat on a bucket next to the stretcher, folding his arms. “My name is Carlton! Carlton Frey!” The man burst into tears, and the orderly scratched his beard. The vehicle rounded a corner and stopped. The man heard the front doors open, then close. “We are going to let you up, now, sir. Please be calm.” Spent, he allowed the orderlies to steer him into the building. Six years later, at an airport, he recognized her. “Hey! Hey, Ashlie! It’s me, Reilly!” A monkey’s family dies and he is left to deal with the family’s business’ finances. But then it turns out they faked their death so that he would have to pay all the debts.In ancient Greece, a man who sells cabbages solves murders by simply using the details he sees from his cabbage stand.Several cataclysmic things happen in steampunk-era China, leaving the people to rebuild.Warring tribes of nomads seek peace after receiving messages from aliens.Fish-men and all men named Steven spend time exploring a mysterious connection. |
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