Recent content by ~Ozy~

Know what? Don't listen to that BS. this is stream-of-conciousness, no? Then it has every right to be on the page as is, unretouched. Censoring your mind and your emotions are the last things you want to do in poetry. Now, my critique. What I liked: You where honest, you were vivid and present...

Good evening. I've decided to start writing poetry now and again, after my old thread died. So, enjoy if you want. First up, total stream-of-conciousness about my job. Misanthropic Monkey This place is my second home. A world of smells and tastes Both familiar and foreign to all. To be honest...

Yeah. I'm back. If you remember me, cool. If you don't, cool. Frankly, my dears, I don't give a... Wait, yeah. Not allowed here. Forgive me, I'm rambling. So hey again.

The other worthwhile point noting that it was with a minor. And that other individuals apparently knew. And worst of all, that I STILL doubt the abilities of the DNP to turn this election season into a winning one for progressives.

Dorkily enough, Episode III. All jokes about bad acting/writing aside, when we arrived at the end credits at about 2 AM, May 19th, I was tearing up and sobbing a little. It was the end of something that's been a huge part of my life since forever. Otherwise, Roc's death in The Boondock Saints.

"I told you I'd hold on," I said in a hoarse whisper. I smiled. It was a small but encouraging sign. I barely could make out the Headmaster behind her. I said, "Sorry for all the trouble..."

Very very simple. Grand Admiral Thrawn. He eats you all alive. But, if I'mn not mistaken, this should go in Other Entertainment.

"Get magical aid," I whispered. "I hate this place. Get them to me as soon as you can. I'll hold on until then and we'll see what happens."

I laughed. Or rather, I tried to. It rapidly turned ito a hacking cough and I wound up nearly vomiting from the force of it. I smiled and said dryly, "I'm doing my best... I wanna stay alive long enough to understand this while I'm not hopped up on Muggle drugs..."

I nooded softly, whispering, "I can... Can't say I understand, but... I'm glad you're hear. It took a lot out of me to send that letter." I sighed softly. Somewhere in my delirium, I could feel how close to the edge I was. I whispered, "Just lie with me for a while..."

My eyes came open, bleary and narrow. I mumbled, "Damn, this is a good dream." I rolled my arm back onto the bed and rolled halfway over, still in a drug-induced haze.

The day wore on. I was somewhat nauseous and moreso, in a dreamlike state. At least the pain was gone. I smiled. These methods might not be the most sophisticated in the world, but at least they weren't as painful as they looked. My hand flopped listlessly oiff the side of the bed, resting on...

I awoke in what seemed like the middle of the night. I was exhausted, and what was more, I hurt. Everywhere. My wounds, and Muggle healing. It wasn't a good combination. I hadn't expected to live. I didn't even know if I had really wanted to. My shield on the vile things I had done to reach this...

My wounds were getting serious. I found myself panting as I walked and the bullet buried in my thigh was growing more and more painful with every step I took. But, I was almost done and I could rest then. I could die then, finally complete. Another Reductor curse took the door off its hinges and...

I'm talking about things that are simply bizzare, not the things that draw tourists. things like shoe trees, or Denver's own Blue Bear, pictured below. Any in your area? What are they. Pictures?