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Late-Night Messages 3(On the subject of our Chemistry EEI)
Matt: I am hammering intro
the rest I need help
and the intro will need bulking (like Kyle)
but I'll do as much as I can tonight
Me: Fuck, you can help me then
That'll be a first hahahaha
Matt: Hey hey, I have helped you in meth
Me: You have! Once! : D
Matt: : D
Anyways I should get back to work. Cya tomorow, slut
Matt: dropkick hahahaha
Me: do good braining
Matt: You're not my real mum
Me: Ily bby have fun at school don't do anything I wouldn't do luv ya kidding eye h8 u ily cya
Matt: We are way too smart
Me: I agree
Matt: You have induravitque virus papillas
I need your help, woman
Me: With what?
Quickly, fag, I'm leaving internet connection soon
You have until the mint in my mouth dies a
PotterLock|Chp 6: Beyond the Veil Cold. Black. The darkness was all around, engulfing him… swallowing him. He ran, because that’s all he knew to do. He could hear it coming, rushing behind him. The slap of feet against black ice, the huff of eager breath. He ran faster, or tried to. The dark was lifting. Was he escaping? Was he getting away? His heart was all but palpitating in his chest and he stumbled over the pile of something left on the road. It was so close. It was behind him. He could feel its clawed hand reaching out, grasping at his robes. Reach out desperate fingers, closing around worn stainless steel, or aluminium, he was never sure. Open the door and spin, slamming it behind. Turn the lock. Keep out the blackness. It won’t work. It never works.
It was still there. Not the dark, no. He was at home. He was safe. But it smelled like death. He called for his mother. His voice shook. It didn’t matter. Because she was on the couch, asleep. But instead of booze, there was blood, leak
The RavenThere’s a raven that flies past every day. It lives in the tree across the road. He knows because sometimes, late at night, when he’s lying still and awake in bed, it flies to his windowsill and raps its beak against the glass, gently. It doesn’t have a nest. It just lives in the tree across the road.
There’s a gun in his drawer. He cleans it every day. He tells himself it’s just old habits, years of military service forged into his subconscious. He doesn’t tell himself that he should no longer have it. He doesn’t tell himself that the nightmares will stop eventually, either.
His therapist says they will. She asks him questions he doesn’t want to answer, but has to. He lies to her, because there’s nothing else to do. She tells him he needs to leave the house more. She says he needs to at least try to adjust to civilian life. He tells her he is trying.
He doesn’t have a job. Not anymore. His only income is his woeful army pensi
The Adventures of Marcus James Watson|PotterLockIn the name of Merlin’s rotten old socks, why was he here? What idiocy had possessed him to think this could, in any way, be a good idea? Marcus felt a light wave of dizziness wash over him, but it was a common, everyday occurrence. He ignored it and pressed a trembling hand to his aching, rushing heart. And yet, against all his better judgment, crossing all his instincts, ignoring the certainty that this is the last time you do something incredibly stupid, Marcus Watson; you’ve gone too far and you’ll pay for it with your life, he kept going. The trail would have been faint and hard to follow, even in daylight. In the middle of the night, there were plenty of roots to trip over, shadows to shift for already-weakened hearts, a carpet of leaves to mislead and sounds everywhere, which just made the skin crawl.
In the distance, he heard the howl of a wolf – natural or otherwise, he had no way of telling – and he nearly collapsed i
Chemistry Introduction: FermentationAn alcohol is what is called an organic molecule, which means it contains a carbon atom which has a number of other atoms attached (http://www.biology-online.org/dictionary/Organic_molecule). There are a number of types of alcohol, all varying from mildly to extremely poisonous. They are named and classified by the number of carbon atoms in the molecule. For example, Propanol has 3 carbon atoms, while Butanol has 4, Pentanol contains 5 and Hexanol 6 (http://www.gcsescience.com/o35.htm).
Naturally, alcohols occur when fruit which has fallen from trees is left to rot and ferment. However, it can also be created with a mixture of yeast culture and sugar solution such as sucrose or glucose dissolved in water. Alcohol is produced when the sugars are broken down by the enzymes in the yeast, the waste product of which is the compound 4 CH3CH2OH and Carbon Dioxide. The equat
Note on RhymeNote on Rhyme
Likeness of sound
With just enough difference
To make a change of sense;
So we have contrast,
And a certain victory of contrivance
But Heaven keep us from an inevitable rhyme,
Or from a rhyme prepared!
Rhymed verse is a wide net
Through which many subtleties escape.
Nor would I take it to capture a strong thing.
Such as a whale.
He woke to the sound of stomping feet and rough voices, the stench of fish all around and the bitter, familiar taste of morphine in his mouth. He didn’t know why the morphine was familiar. He didn’t know why the world swayed beneath him. He didn’t even know his name.
There were rough hands grasping at him, pulling him up. Callouses brushed uncomfortably across the bruised skin of his upper arms and he shied away, the muscle memory of forgotten scars lacing panic up his spine and spreading a hoard of crawling things under his skin.
He wanted to scratch at it. He wanted to
Potterlock|Chp 5: The Midnight MonsterJohn left the common room as soon as it emptied, but even so, he was close to twenty minutes late by the time he reached the painting of the fruit bowl. Part of him was hoping Sherlock had given up and left without him, but an even larger part was praying he was still here. Tying off his dressing gown, he looked around in the gloom, trying to make out any shapes.
“Sherlock?” he whispered, barely a breath. “Sherlock,” he hissed, louder when there was no response.
After a moment he sighed quietly and was about to turn back down the hall when a hand gripped his shoulder. Surprised, heart racing, a yelp escaped him before another hand clamped over his mouth, silencing him. The short sound echoed along the hallway and John breathed a little unsteadily through his nose, extremely conscious of the person behind him. “Shut up, idiot. Do you want to get us caught so soon?” a familiar voice whispered.
“Jesus Christ, Sherlock, why did you do that?”
PotterLock|Chp 4: Beginnings“Alright, so what are we actually going to do?” John asked once he’d caught up to his short friend.
“I’m going to read this,” Sherlock said, flashing to book he’d taken from the shelf. “You are going to go interrogate some of the ghosts.”
“What?” John exclaimed, then whispered a, “Sorry,” to Madam Pince when she glared at them. “What do you mean, ‘interrogate some of the ghosts’?” he asked, hushed.
“I mean,” Sherlock said with exaggerated patience, “you’re going to go up to some of the ghosts and ask them if they’ve seen anything or know anything pertaining to the dog which is supposedly haunting Gryffindor Tower while I read all about said ghosts’ histories and how they came to be here, in Hogwarts, as ghosts. Savvy?”
“Never say that again. Please.”
Sherlock shrugged, but an amused smile tugged at his lips.
James Moriarty|An Argumentative Essay
The third season of Sherlock was long-anticipated and the question we were asking ourselves before it came out was ‘How in the bloody hell did he survive?’ Strangely enough, that’s the same question we’re asking ourselves now, months after it was – sort of – answered the first time. Except this time, it isn’t Irene Adler faking her death or Sherlock Holmes jumping from the roof of a hospital; James Moriarty shot himself in the head and I’m sure we’re all wondering how in the hell he could have pulled it off. Only the writers of BBC’s acclaimed ‘Sherlock’ (2010 television series)  know and none of them are talking, which leaves us alone with our collective imaginations to think it out.
Numerous theories have been circulated  and this is just one more predictable plot twist, but what if it’s the one Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss had in mind? If it isn’t, then no hard feeli
Imperial PropagandaIn a world where humans think they have all the answers, and believe they have the right to use power against each other, is it any wonder there are so many sad people? I may be a little crazy, but my firm belief is that humans should serve the Kitties. Have any kind of pet you want, and focus on making them happy, and saving them from starving or being abandon. If everyone just did that instead of trying to hurt/kill/maim each other, I think everyone would be a LOT happier.
The Voice of the VoicelessThe Voice of the Voiceless
The voice of the voiceless,
will go to the person who can speak on camera.
A person who will put the message out for everyone.
The voice of the voiceless,
will go to the person who is fair.
The person who never uses bias to put there views on the air.
The voice of the voiceless,
will go to the person who doesn't use the follows as a trophy.
The person who cares about the follows and will do anything to make their voices heard.
The voice of the voiceless,
will go to the person who is a leader and not a follower.
A person who will raise the flag and not bring it down.
A leader is not a person who will back-stab the people,
This person will be a loyal leader.
A leader is always fair and balance.
A leader will not kill anyone,
This person will not be Hitler or Stalin.
This person will be Martin Luther King Jr or Mahatma Gandhi.
The leader needs to be good.
The leader needs to be sharp.
The leader needs to be open-minded.
Who will be the leader is anyone's guess,
Do not know thy selfYou never really know yourself, because there are endless situations you could be in; which you haven’t yet, or might not even experience. There are so many versions of you, so many variations that it would be an enormous presumption for you to think you know yourself completely, let alone others.
Relationships begin and end, they have their durations. So do you, in them. The you that starts off, is rarely the you that is left afterward. This is the same for most situations. We’re constantly growing into, and out of ourselves, hoping to stumble across someone in our same phase, to concrete our surreal reality.
Company strengthens our existence, it fortifies our beliefs and our thoughts, because we can share them.
Thoughts, internal monologuing, writing; these are ways to talk to ourselves, to be our own company. Company is essential, even when alone.
With so many distractions accessible, moreover –– unavoidable, there’s little time left for contemplation.
Aletheia.I don't think anyone is telling the truth when they say, "I don't care what people think."
Even if they say it countless times; you can kind of see it, right? The flicker of their eyes, the way they leave your face for just a split second before focusing right back on the bridge of your nose. You can see it with the way their fingers clench, or how their voice stays as low as a murmur. The twitch of an eyebrow, the quiver of a voice, shaken up at just the right amount. And if you can't see it, then you can only sense it, feel it, beneath your rib cage and deep inside your chest.
"Of course you care what they think."
... Sometimes I wonder if maybe it's not even that. Maybe it's a battle between yourself. A matter of, 'do you feel comfortable in your own body?'. That sort of thing. The correct answer would be to say yes. To say, 'why wouldn't I be?' and fool the person, leaving them to move on to the next person on th
OCs Are ArtEach and every OC is a child.
Born and crafted from your mind to your will.
Like snowflakes each character is unique in their own way.
They may have similar traits yes. But that does not mean that they are overused or cliche.
They are unique and interesting in their own universe. A shy girl in one universe is completely different compared to a shy girl in a different universe. In fact they shouldn't even be compared!
It all depends on what the character is. There is no "typical" character. Each and every character is different in each and every universe. Those separate universes are a whole 'nother ball game out there, and the characters of those universes belong in their universe. If it's a Sci-fi themed universe or completely fantasy with dragons and such! If the character has a logical and not over done backstory I say let it be! After all in this day and age nearly everything has been done so it's impossible to make a character that ISN'T "cliche" or "overused" or "typical". So it'
To those who chose to play it safe.You know, the more I look around, the more I keep seeing people just deciding to just tuck their tails in between their legs. They keep thinking that the best way to go about this is to do the “mature” thing and “play it safe”. Always choosing to be quiet, always afraid that they may somehow offend someone but not caring who, always walking on eggshells, always holding it in, always falling back on comfortable yet lazy excuses like “it’s their company”, never willing to take the chance, and always passing up every opportunity to right the situation, but instead choosing to stick to their memories and just “move on”.
Being silent and reserved about this is not the way to go about this. This whole self-defeating attitude will send SEGA the message that we are not willing to provide any resistance and will provoke them to get away with doing even MORE of the fundamental mistakes that is tearing Sonic’s world apart. We have to be
Life Is But IronyWhen you learn the one thing you wish to possess the most will never be within your reach. The ones you wish to please will be the source of your dismay and the ones you try your best to make proud will be the most disappointed.
The harder we struggle the stronger gravity pulls us down and yet we accept these terms calling them tests or divine punishment. What is there to live for but endless pursing and torment. We are given scraps of delight which we are to consider the most expensive of treasures. For if there is no suffering, how can we learn the weight of joy?
If there is satisfaction with out the effort, what else do we live for? The dread will give us relief. The pain will give us the pleasure. We will always be in a world full of irony and discontent.
The more one is cursed, the more one is blessed.
No body really lays their dreams to rest. We will forever be haunted by the regret and guilt of so many things we've wasted. But the more there are burdens to live and costs to cond
LOVENothing else matters
Creativity is the path
Love is the ultimate
form of communication.
But it can be
Love is simplicity,
Love is small,
you cannot find it
in the big things.
Love is how wind passes
Through chimes or the
squeak of your porch swing
The amount of love
for a place depends on
the amount of time
spent in that place.
Love for people
is what they help
in that place,
what you discovered
to you, how it led
to the completeness
of your soul.
Nothing you buy
can complete you,
unless it is a means
What you read
cannot complete you
but what you learned
from that reading
can lead you to
discovering what is
hidden about yourself.
What you eat
cannot complete you,
it can only supply you
with energy and will
to further complete
and discover new mysteries.
What you watch
cannot complete you
but only give you
vague insight of
what you do not know
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