

"Reflection"OR"Chameleon"Tired and beleaguered I find myself staring blankly at my reflection in the windows as we pass wearily by each pane's border with the next. I become confused and dazed by the image drifting before me."Reflection"OR"Chameleon"
Who is this person? Too familiar and boring to be interesting and too alien to be a friend. I find myself disconnected from myself as I stare at him and wonder, who is this person? What is he to me?
I gaze at the window blankly for several minutes while the conveyor belt ferries me down the long hallway. I look at him, through him and through myself, beyond the glass into the obstructed and dimly lit distance, until fin


Thinking Inside The BoxMy memories of writting as a child are much the same as my memories of writting now and before. I always have disliked forced free writting and had a serious lack of inspiration for any such task. Writting has been one of my struggles, but obviously not my biggest problem or the only one I've ever had. However, everything ties in somewhere and sometimes small problems are just the same as the big ones.Thinking Inside The Box
In early elementary school I was secluded into my own isolated place to write unlike the rest of the class because for some reason isolation and cardborad desk walls were supposed to inspire m
but HI!
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"So utterly at variance is destiny with all the little plans of men..."
Thanks for like the 40 comments or whatever. xD
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I'm still working on the terrifying tentical pr0n one. Its coming along nicely. :3
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I'm honestly affeared, but what should I expect from a creation begat by both Sarah and you.
As for the picture/linkI'll just send it to you on facebook.
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