Co dependency, is termed offensively.
What was meant to be has eventually been sent to me,
to set me free. no longer will I defensively, suffer jealousy,
this world we see, once again makes sense to me.
with a child like magic, invisible, yet physical
we birthed a statistical miracle.
we're cynical, and clinical, but the evidence is empirical,
Co-incidences nominal, yet;
conceivably impossible, illogical and certainly not probable,
fate is the only explanation that the indication,
I got from you.
was the sensation of elation,
that your radi
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Reflecting on the future: E4
"Well, since you've got so many questions, and I don't have the time to answer them all, perhaps you'd like to watch the induction video?" The receptionist offered.
"I think that'd be best."
Simon figured it couldn't hurt to be more informed.
"Right this way, then."
The receptionist lead Simon down a small hall, off to one side of the foyer. After passing a few doors, she found the projector room and led Simon inside.
"Could you hit the lights? Then take a seat, the film will begin shortly."
Simon flicked the light switch, then sat in one of the many fold-out chairs positioned in front of the wall-sized screen, and waited in the darkn
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Reflecting on the future: E3
The Calacorp building was much the same as its surroundings. The only thing that set it apart from the buildings flanking it, were the large gold letters spelling "Calacorp" which adorned its bleak exterior. Ed was surprised he hadn't missed it, despite its obvious logo. With a flutter in his chest, he realised he was about to find out who he was. Ed looked at the front doors and realised neither had a handle with which to open them. Confused, he decided to take a closer look. When he was about 5 feet from the doors, they slide open, scaring him. Still perplexed, he pressed on. As he crossed the threshold, he felt as if he'd suddenly walked i
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Reflecting on the future: E2
Sonya had been part of the resistence for 3 years... How dare they send her on a simple courier mission? She should be out with the guerilla squads, getting back at the Calacorp scum.
The resistance had taken an unfortunate turn for the worse, since their anonymous leader had sent word he was going away for an indefinite amount of time. Prior to his evacuation, he would leave his orders in dead drops. Sonya had, in fact, been sent to pick up his final orders, and wept upon reading that he was leaving them. After all he had done, all they had accomplished under his strict rule, he was leaving them. She felt betrayed. That pain was made worse
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Reflecting on the future: E1
It must have been the dripping.
Or was it the hum of the near by air conditioning unit?
Whatever it was, it woke him from what felt like a thousand year slumber. Instinctively his hand came up to his head, which was throbbing with the dull ache of a migrane. He thought that, possibly, it was a result of his 'thousand year slumber'. After a short time he opened his eyes, only to be greeted with the painful onslaught of light against ex-comatose retinas.
Again, he was choking back pain.
After his eyes adjusted to the light, he propped himself up and slowly came to his feet. His suroundings were dank and morose. He was in what looked to b
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Contemplations of the condemne
time, is fluid. like the ebb and flow of water so too do the seconds drag back to the ocean of time, then rapidly the days crash forward like a torrent, washing you down your path of fate. the most curious thing is, why is the passage of time circumstansial? universally a second is but a tick on the clock, but at one point can seem to last a life time. i'm sure some scientist type could explain the inner workings of the perception of time to the human mind. i suppose people never really appreciate the time they are given till they stand clutching the last few grains left, desperately reaching out to prolong their insignifcant existance. even
what is it, to make a choice,
flip the coin, roll the dice?
to speak out with unwavering voice,
pure, succinct, concise.
but to reach the point to choose,
one must first analyse,
to walk in all others shoes,
see through all others eyes.
everything is valid,
nothing left unthought,
making sure no sordid,
reasoned actions wrought.
for all the avenues,
only one can be right,
it is that one that you choose,
knowing which is the plight,
for what is life,
but a series of hard descisions
Co dependency, is termed offensively.
What was meant to be has eventually been sent to me,
to set me free. no longer will I defensively, suffer jealousy,
this world we see, once again makes sense to me.
with a child like magic, invisible, yet physical
we birthed a statistical miracle.
we're cynical, and clinical, but the evidence is empirical,
Co-incidences nominal, yet;
conceivably impossible, illogical and certainly not probable,
fate is the only explanation that the indication,
I got from you.
was the sensation of elation,
that your radi
Memories: Gone With The Breeze by ALVIN-STALVIN, literature
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Memories: Gone With The Breeze
So there I was, in town; a place I go through everyday, though this time my intentions where different. I was no longer just passing through idly. No; this time I had a purpose. I never thought that I would be sent out to remember something, let alone write about it. As I strolled down the road in Salamanca I kept my mind open to any memories that wished to rise surface. However the more you push memories the less they tend to move, if you catch my meaning. This painful process of forcing memories continued for a good ten minutes before I glanced over at the parlimentary lawns. It must have been the wide expanse of lush green grass or the way
I saw the birth of a eutopia,
it was beauty profound,
and throughout the populous,
let the peace resound.
so perfectly balanced,
in every possible aspect,
its morals consructed,
it's absolutely perfect.
from all walks of life,
people come to unite,
such tranquilty,
is a beautiful sight.
tollerance and compromise,
are the lessons we teach,
and from this there is,
nothing we cant reach.
upwards and ever onwards,
we exist and thrive,
here we find the joy,
in being alive.
how perfect this is,
i wish the world would see,
that eutopia is possible,
its what we happen to be.
my eyes burn once again with the bright light,
i have been tenderly forced awake,
against the past i must once again fight,
her empathy sinks deep to mend the break.
the clash of old between the wash of new.
deny all the feelings, hide them away,
know deep in my heart that they are all true,
but still i cannot bring myself to say.
the sun shines in through the boarded window,
shedding light in on all the broken shards,
no longer will i be drowned in sorrow,
i have been dealt a winning hand of cards.
I have been tenderly forced awake,
her empathy sinks deep to mend the break.
it is strange to see she can invoke,
a feeling in me she did awaken,
and all the words she hast spoke,
have lead to my heart now being taken.
the love i feel for her is humbling,
she is simply my every waking thought,
she is my support when all is crumbling,
how can some play love like it is a sport.
for her i would die a thousand times,
should she just ask. I would not hesitate,
on love i am guilty of all crimes,
and she the jury that incriminates.
off to botany bay my heart does sail,
to forever more rest in her love jail
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it is strange to see she can invoke,
a feeling in me she did awaken,
and all the words she hast spoke,
have lead to my heart now being taken.
the love i feel for her is humbling,
she is simply my every waking thought,
she is my support when all is crumbling,
how can some play love like it is a sport.
for her i would die a thousand times,
should she just ask. I would not hesitate,
on love i am guilty of all crimes,
and she the jury that incriminates.
off to botany bay my heart does sail,
to forever more rest in her love jail
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HAHAHAHA today i got a slave, and its pyr-kahn, he willfully gave himself over to me, i mean who wouldnt. so from now on he is my slave untill i say other wise, let it be known through out the DA commuity that Pyr-kahn is my property
sorry i didn't get back to you. i don't check my comments often. i'm hoping my mum replied and informed you i couldn't make it. I am keen however, to come to the next one.