...close and have grown fond of each other during the past few years living together. We are never bored and have the most insane time when we are together, which sometimes leaves our third flat mate, Adam, feeling a little redundant, or at least that's what I think. Actually Adam is usually awfully busy doing God-know-what and he doesn't like the sort of games Jeffery and I play. The cigarette is finished but not my tea. I light another one. I always wake up before Jeffery. He must be still asleep in his room. Last night was fun, but not worth it, I find myself saying this more and more frequently then I should these days. You see even though my love for Jeffery flows in my very veins, and I will always love him, but Jeffery is a complete ass and he doesn't know what he is doing with his life and he needs to go! I better start studying before Jeffery wakes up, I say to...
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...walks up to KK whraping my leg around his wasit pulling myself towards him grinding my breast against his muscler abs up this chest kissing him tenderly over his tender muzzle lips smiles at him “ you need some attention to don’t you hun” slides my hand down to his wasit griping him forward slides down licking his whole body give a playfully biet over his waist line smiles up at him and flyes back to her pole walks over to Julice placing hands on her hips pulling her tight against her, one hand gently trailing up her side outlining her soft curves, moves her hair to the sides and leans in kissing her neck softly while whispering "thanks for the tip sexy" while her other hand slides around her waist and grips her ass tight hops off her pole floats across the stage around Lizzy, nibbleing her sweet tender ears tugs it playfully whraping my leg around her sweet tender wasit pulls her closer “mmmm.rawr...” trailing my nail around “mmmm...” slides my hands down to her breast line give her a playfuly sqeeze walking towards the sexy Malsavis strokeing his long scaley tail whraping it around my wasit and my leg rise around her wasit pulls him closer while my body press down against him pin to him down to the wall licking his sweet muzzle pulling his lower lip. slides my sweet wet tongue inside his hawt warm maw grinz at him kissing him tenderly with passion purrs with pleasure with my firmed soft hands whraping around her neck pressing my lips longer to his lips slowly release the...
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...Michael Sañtos Friday ;00 — with Jaheed Zaquan Moore and 2 others. ------------------------------------------------- Top of Form Like · · Share * Jason Centeno and Josh Howze like this. * Josh Howze huh broskii Friday at 8:33pm · Like * Michael Sañtos this boy said he can beat. all of us up he told that to Shawn Swagging Cannon and Scream'Janee Pleashh and he be false claiming and then he said he beat jaheed up already when he really didn't and he said he beat some one up twice as big as u so he knows he can beat yo ass and he said he was fresher than u when he where the same converse everyday Yesterday at 12:53am via mobile · Like * Josh Howze ooo...YEA SHAWN TLD ME WHO WAZZ TLKIN SHITT ITS WAZZ DIS NIGGA NAME DANIEL IMA HANDLE BREH MONDAY RNS FRFR HE A FUCK NIGGA ANDD IFF HE TCH JANELLE ITS OVA FOE IT FRFR RNS ANDD I ASKED HIM WAS HE TLKIN SHIT HE SAID NOO WIDD NA SCARED FACE DF BITCH NIGGA Yesterday at 12:58am · Like · 1 * Jason Centeno Who Y'all Talkin Bout.? Yesterday at 10:10am via mobile · Like * Josh Howze dis niqqa name daniel Yesterday at 10:12am · Like * Denise Anderson ooooh . He in my 3rd block ! he said yall sware yall about that action but yall all talk . Yesterday at 10:14am via mobile · Like · 1 * Jason Centeno Daniel Who.? Yesterday at 10:15am via mobile · Like · 1 * Josh Howze its OVA FOE BREH MONDAY FUCKK DATT Yesterday at 10:30am · Like · 1 * Shawn Swagging Cannon Bruh dnt even worry bout...
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...This essay presents a brief overview of the development of the nineteenth century English novel. Transition and Transformation: One could be forgiven for believing that the words ‘fiction’ and ‘novel’ mean one and the same thing. The main reason for this confusion is that both of them have a common denominator; they both tell a story. In the novel, we have the theatre of life and for over two centuries it has been the most effective agent of the moral imagination. Though it has never really achieved perfection in form and its shortcomings are numerable, nevertheless one experiences from it not only the extent of human variety, but also the value of this variety. Fiction existed right from the first time man told a story and thus it is in this respect only, that it is similar to the forerunner of the novel as we know it today, which is any work of fiction in England written before 1670. Novelists express their conscious conclusions about life as they experience it and these manifest themselves not only in the characters they create and their interaction with each other, but also in the way they make them react or respond to the various situations in which they find themselves and in what they say within these situations. They are relatively free to choose their material, but their conclusions about life and the nature of their novels are dependent on their innate personality, as this affects not only the way in which they present their characters, but also our own understanding...
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...Amir and Baba may be father and son, but they are nothing alike. Amir, is the cowardly one, and Baba is the bear. Amir spent most of his time trying to impress his father, and not succeeding. Amir would try and just end up disappointing Baba. In the end, Amir ruined his own life and the life of others trying to impress his father. When Amir’s mother died while giving birth to him, he felt it was his fault, and that Baba somehow blamed Amir. This is not true. Baba was very much in love with his wife; she was his princess. Baba’s problem was not that Amir had taken his princess away, but that Amir was nothing like Baba, and he could not relate to his own son. This was a big burden on Amir. Amir felt Baba treated him differently because he had taken his mother away from Baba. Amir felt the need to make up for it. Amir’s mother being alive would not have changed the way Baba treated him because Amir would have been the same little boy that was weak and cowardly, and that was what Baba hated so much. Baba gave special treatment to their servant, Hassan, and this made Amir jealous. Baba treated Hassan like a son. After all, Hassan was easier to relate to for Baba because he would stand up for himself when he needed to. Hassan did not let people push him around like Amir did, and I thought this appealed to Baba because that is what he wanted Amir to be like. Later on, I learned it was because of a secret that was much...
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...| [Lights up on BOB with some drawings.]BOB: Eureka ! I love Capitalism! I’m Bob. And I’ve finally finished the plans for a prototype of my new invention. It will help all human kind! And it will make me rich! It’s a called a Whats-it! I need to start mass producing it immediately. Hmm. What I need is a manufacturer! [A MANUFACTUER wearing a three piece suit and LABORER wearing overalls enter arm in arm.] Hey! You’re a manufacturer! [Approaching.] Can you manufacture this!?MANUFACTUER: [Looking at Whats-it.] What? Hmm. Depends. I don’t know. Do I know you?BOB: No.MANUFACTURER: [Giving back Whats-it.] Fuck off.BOB: Now what do I do?LABORER: [Shaking hands with BOB.] Bob! How ya doin’! Remember me?BOB: No.LABORER: I’m your friend! I work my ass off for this Manufacturer to earn worthless stock options.BOB: Well maybe you can help me. I invented this Whats-it and I need to manufacture it.LABORER: Sure! I can help you! I can get my manufacturer to produce OUR invention buddy. You got a lawyer?BOB: No.LABORER: You don’t? Wait. Are you sure I know you? Who are you? I don’t know you. Fuck off.MANUFACTURER: You heard the man. Fuck off![LAWYER runs in.]LAWYER: Hey! You need a lawyer? You need a lawyer? I’m a lawyer. I’ll help you. I would fuck a goat for your money. You got money?...
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...The leaves are turning brown again. Cool and brisk, the wind blows up the torn sweater the old man wears. Visibly shaking and uncertain of his surroundings, he’s a husk of his former self. His eyes dilate, his face is melting. Literally melting. He collapses into a small dirty heap, his eyes shut and a final breath escapes his lips. A young boy walks by and asks for money, he too broke and dirty. Another shows up and prods his silent corpse. This is where our story begins. Set in Detroit, MI during the great recession, it’s a story based on the collapse of the withering economic catastrophe known as the Automotive Industry. I would like to ask for a possibility to build a film around the concept of the desolation felt in that town and of this place. But with only $500 in hand and an old VHS video recorder, there’s only so much I can create with these limited resources. It’ll be set in front of a Party Plus Market Off of Wyoming St, an area of town notorious for its high and violent crime rate. Its daring for sure, but I wish to capture the true feeling of a desperate environment in one of the most violent and crime riddled cities in America. If there’s a chance to negotiate an advance of at least $1000 to put towards filming expenses, it’d be greatly appreciated. Thank you for your time. EXT. LIQUOR STORE: It’s dark outside. Street lights dimly glow on the entrance of a local liquor store. An old man in tattered clothes and a Walmart welcome vest is seen...
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...His boney hands. Do. Not. Belong. There. You whip your hand around to smack the pervert across the face, only to be met with your hand stopping near inches from his face. No hand stopped you, no other physical entity stopping it from reaching his skull. It just kind of...hovered there in a slightly red light. Your face contorted to that of confusion and struggled. It was no use. You couldn’t wiggle free. Your eyes caught the skeleton’s. That ass was smiling. “Let...me...go!” You try to struggle again. “*no can do, toots.” “TOOTS?!” Of course this version of Sans was going be be worse than the other guy. The other guy was carrying, an annoying caring guy, but caring none-the-less. This asswhipe on the other hand has already...
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...as a metaphor-everybody who sees it can project their own trials and tribulations, and hope for triumph into it.” Darabont employs the technique of lighting and couples dialogue together in this sequence ‘Norton’s Introduction at the Line-Up’. When the prisoners march inside of Shawshank, they line up and face the Warden Norton. Windows behind the prisoners create shadows that stretch across the painted line on the concrete floor, as well as darkening the prisoners’ faces, making it difficult to see their expressions. Also, Darabont manipulates the lighting behind Norton, as it is very dark, however his face is well lit and the audience can clearly see his facial expressions. The additional technique is dialogue, expressed when Norton says, “I believe in two things, discipline and the Bible. Here you’ll receive both. Put your trust in the Lord, your ass belongs to me.” This reveals Norton’s intentions, and how he is a hypocritical character. Darabont’s use of lighting reflects on the audience and it contributes to their understanding of the severities of prison life and institutionalism, the underlying theme in the film. Moreover, dialogue enhances the audiences’ perception of Norton and his deceitful character. Through this use of...
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...Once, when I was a child, my grandmother, father and I were walking in a nature reserve. We had recently had a barbeque and my grandmother was carrying a plastic bag full of hamburger buns. Soon a gaggle of ducks began to follow us. They trailed along, quacking, butting their heads into our legs, click-clacking their little webbed feet down the cement pathway. Finally fed up, my grandmother spun around and faced them. "Leave us alone, you needy ducks!" she shouted. "Go home! Your parents must be worried sick." When the ducks wouldn't leave, my grandmother started hitting them on their heads with the plastic bag of hamburger buns. It was funny. If you'd known my grandmother, how defined by hardship her life was, you would have found this incident even funnier. My father, who knew his mother's struggles all too well, had to lean against a tree because he was laughing so hard. Sweet mercy, there is nothing like humor to ease the soul. If you've got a funny story, poem, or essay of your own, here are some places that might be a good fit. Enjoy! THE ALARMIST is a fresh, new, dark, funny and twisted printed literary magazine published biannually. It’s not about trying to prove how clever or well-read you are, mind – we’re not the Paris Review. We want to buck the modern trend, and tickle and entertain with what we publish. ASININE POETRY is the journal of asinine poetry, a quarterly publication of asinine poetry, poetry that is, shall we say, asinine. To wit: Not necessarily...
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...saved your dumbass in that fire he didn't save me he never saved me…. I wish he would have let you burn in that fire you know? Then he wouldn't have left me.” Thomas replies “I mean your dad left her too. But you left her too and you're worse because you still live in the same house as her!” with regard to Victor’s mother. This dialogue reveals the root of the resentment, annoyance, and aversion Victor feels toward Thomas. Thomas’s comment specifically refers to Victors emotional detachment from his loved ones that occurred after his father’s abandonment. This scene is darkly lit as they travel into the unknown, to represent the uncertainty of what lies ahead. On the bus, Victor challenges a seemingly innocent woman to the point where she removes herself from the situation. When Thomas questions his motives and asks “ What’d you do that for! She was nice!” Victor promptly replies with “Nice my ass! She was a liar…. People are awful! They’ll rob you blind if you’re not looking.” This scene exhibits the clear psychological effects Arnold’s abuse and abandonment sparked and the lack of patience Victor has for Thomas. Poet and author, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, once said “If we could read the history of our enemies, we should see sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.” This quote can provide additional insight into the relationship of Victor and Thomas. Despite Victor’s apparent disinterest and resentment, Thomas remains unfazed and continues to pursue the friendship...
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...Patriotism and Toby Keith Ever since 2001, America has gone though many different moods. The mood of the society is often portrayed through music. It is hard to believe that music can have such a large impact on society, but I think society has impacted music. Tragedies and victories throughout history have impacted musical artists and how they express themselves. This is because artists use their voice to express their feelings. People most often accept the music because they feel the same way but do not know how to express their true emotions. Music provides a distraction from these feelings if the artists can capture the current feeling of society into a song. The few artists who are able to do this are among the most popular in history. One artist that represents the emotion of America after the tragedy of the suicidal bombing of the twin towers on September 11, 2001 is country singer Toby Keith. On September 11, 2001, the unexpected occurred when the two world trade centers, now American symbols of hope, faith, and commitment, were destroyed by terrorist bombs. Commitment to your country. Commitment to patriotism. As history is bound to repeat itself, it was time for a new musical artist to capture the hearts of the American people and provide a distraction from reality and a sense of hope for society to believe in. One of the few artists that emerged from the rebel of war was Toby Keith. Although communication researchers predicted that hit songs immediately following...
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...Twitter lit up with the distasteful phenomenon of hundreds of women pounced on her for stating her honest opinion; until even the Guardian’s Julie Bindel had to state the obvious that Hynde herself was ‘not a rapist’. But when it comes to sex, feminists are unduly squeamish, so much so that one shy male, Samuel Fishwick, assembled a manual to romance in the era of equality. Approaching the Vagenda Blog for help, he was bluntly informed that a man must never ask a woman to meet him for a drink at a location near his humble abode: ‘It makes women think you’re going to turn their skin into a lampshade.’ Does it, though? Or are feminists embroidering nonsensically, spending so much time brooding over their own vaginas that they fail to use their brains...
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...barnyard. “So, what’s the plan?” Crocco asked. “Where’s that mangy old dog I always see laying around here?” “You mean Flash?” Crocco asked. “Yeah. It’s time for Flash to take one for the team,” William said. Crocco walked into the barn. A moment later, he returned with one of the farmhands. An old Springer Spaniel walked slowly behind the farmhand. “This is Jack,” Crocco said, introducing William to the farmhand. “Flash is his dog.” “It’s nice to see you again,” Jack said, stepping forward and extending his hand. “Have we met before?” William asked, shaking Jack’s hand. “It’s been over a decade. I’m not surprised you don’t remember me. I was with you the day you purchased Sleeping Giant. You rode into that vagrant camp and kicked some ass,” Jack said. “Oh, yeah, I remember you now.” “We still talk about that around here. You had balls of steel doing that. You must remember Flash, he rode out with us that day,” Jack said, reaching down and scratching Flash between the ears. “Oh, sure. Flash, huh, it looks like it’s been a long time since he lived up to his name.” “He definitely has a little gray on his snout, but don’t we all. He’s still a good boy. A little slow these days, that’s all.” “He looks thirsty,” William said. “Where’s his water bowl?” “Over there in the shade.” William walked across the barnyard and picked up a red water bowl placed under a Weeping Willow tree. William emptied the bowl, carried it to the five-gallon bucket, and re-filled it with water from...
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...VIBE, Rolling Stone, Entertainment Weekly, and Spin while on a national tour months before their major debut album is released. An average rapper couldn’t say that he’s collaborated with Dr. Dre, Elton John, and Dido, all in the same year. Then again, Marshall Mathers III, better known as Eminem isn’t your average rapper. No other artist has ever been the center of such heated and conflicting debates. He’s hailed as brilliant by some critics and deemed as indecent and disgusting by others. But the controversy isn’t as simple as that. This is an artist and a man who is as complex as he is talented. “...no labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up... until I met Dre, the only one to look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up under his ass...”- “White America” Eminem was born in Kansas City, Missouri. During his early years Marshall Mathers and his mother moved between Kansas and Michigan until the age of twelve when they settled in east Detroit. During these years there would be much turbulence to get through. Tragedies including the suicide of his beloved cousin Ronnie and being abandoned by his father threw his world into what could’ve been an irrevocable downward spiral. They would prove to be haunting to the tortured youth. Without stability finding friends and staying out of trouble became all but impossible. Yet the one solace he discovered was rap music. Even while dropping out of high school and working several full time, low pay jobs, he kept an unwavering...
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