i could love you.I could love you. Like it was nothing. Like it was easy. Like I wanted to. And that might be fine. Maybe we’d be okay. Maybe I’d be okay. But what if… Maybe it’s not smart. Not intelligent. Not what I need right now.i could love you.
But I could. I could so easily. So quickly. It’s not hard. You make it so inviting. Walk into your room. Lay on your bed. “Bed.” (In college, it passes for a couch, Cleverly disguised.) “Watch a movie.” (Loaded with subtext.) Laugh with you. Laugh into you. Curl up with laugh
KATE:The Portrait of a HeroineKatie sat across from Brett, her wonderful boyfriend, at a cafeteria table at Middletown High School. Middletown High was a small school on the edge of sanity, but Katie didn’t mind. “Twenty-nine cents for you thoughts,” she said. “It’s all I could find in my pocket.”KATE:The Portrait of a Heroine
But at that exact moment, a scorching wind blew into the cafeteria. Without turning around, Katie knew what had caused the chill in her spine and the nauseous feeling in her stomach. There was really only one thing that could have such an effect on her. She peered over her shoulder and saw that she was right. The silhouette of a short girl stood in the door f
Life's like long form improvActing is my 'thing.' I've acted all over the community, playing everything from a male radio announcer to a rape victim. To my aunts and uncles, I'm 'Lee, the one who's into plays.' Learning lines is fun for me and I don't get stage fright.Life's like long form improv
But improvisation is a different story. Not having a script and a planned plotline to fall back on scared me. I was a tightrope walker without a safety net. A theater teacher told me once that the rules of improv are, "Never negate what you are given. It may not be what you expect and it may not always take you in the direction you thought you wanted to go, bu taccept it and committ to it and
Could Be A CrackpotHe paces in front of us, glowering at a piece of paper. Frowning so deeply I think the creases on his face might stay like that forever if he doesn't smile again soon. He must really hate that paper. He's not a terribly hateful person, from what I can tell. My 30-something history teacher is actually pretty laid back and has a really liberal view on politics.Could Be A Crackpot
His brown wavy hair, somewhat reminiscent of an American founding father, is long enough to reach the collar of his sports jacket, and he wears one everyday. Jeans and a sports jacket with a button up shirt (with the top button unbuttoned) is practically his uniform. His jea
My First Cigarettemy first Cigarette was a bitter experience a Caustic Venture taken On The Rocks - they used to be boulders lining the creek where we left tiny dresses for the fairies - if i returned there on my Growing-Up Birthday i could perhaps rewind myself to aMy First Cigarette
Genuine State of Being when i worried about the weight of the world not the weight of my body my angst was original then (a more imaginative time) i dreamed so many windswept fields mountains clouds but Never Ever Ever did i Ever Ever dream at eighteen i have not tasted love
my First
You Better Love My Fat AssTank tops and chili dogs Fireworks and polywogs Sandbox and sandaltoes Cake and ice cream on my nose Summer's so much sexier when your tummy doesn't Stick out of your shirt.You Better Love My Fat Ass
Baby Baby do my thighs look pale? Hey we should go swim in the ocean And I'll turn into a whale You can be a barnacle on my back Don't let me go don't let me go And when I bring you back to shore, I'll be your fatass mermaid And we will eat fried chicken wings And talk of love and lots of things
Rainbows and dewy meadows Morning romps in barefoot toes Campfi
Man, this script sucks.
Wow!
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There will never be a day when I don't think of you.
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There will never be a day when I don't think of you.
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"Art is anything you can get away with."
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Ye daghain inde mordero, ye daghain a mordero an sul a’mi cuebiyar.
Ryle Hira
Tuck your chin; you're going to get hurt, so expect it and be ready; you may as well see it coming.
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Love? Overrated. Bio-mechanically no different than eating large amounts of chocolate.
-Al Pacino in The Devil's Advocate
When you've got nothin', you've got nothin' to lose.
-Bob Dylan How Does it Feel?
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