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Shadows of small, wooden, human mannequins danced in the solemn light. Many failed doppelgangers were drawn on paper that tiled the ground. My pencil swirled and twirled in an array of dances, but alas, its job had failed. The proportions were dramatically wrong, the shading was atrocious, and the fine paper was filled with eraser marks. I sat there in my chair looking out towards my window and only saw darkness. My desk was a nice sturdy one, but it wasn't doing the trick. I thought, "Perhaps it's my pencil?" I scanned the room once again only to see brittle, stale mannequins staring into nothingness. Many nights I would practice drawing whi

I used to live in a small suburb, right next to the busiest street in town. There weren't a lot of teenagers to play with so, I fill my days with Adam and Jake, playing with my brothers, and helping around the house until my job kicks in. I'm very fortunate to have such wonderful neighbors. Mr. Gramm recently passed away and gave his truck to "The nice neighbor kid boy". It ran smooth and I have a baseball card of him, when he played as a baseball player, in the truck. Mr. and Mrs. Clemmons, asked me to help them with a little project where they gave back to the community through art. I learned an awful lot. Then there's always been my fav

OH glory to the deviant! Full of furries living in their mother's basement. Where the trolls love to frolic, And the spammers love to nitpick. OH glory to the deviant! Where stolen art has found a home, And Sonic re-colors aren't alone. Where the camera whores almost seem to moan. OH glory to the deviant! Where plagiarism is a friend, And underage kids never seem to end. Emos come for their hearts to tend. OH glory to the deviant! Fetishes all one alike, And camera zooms are out of sight. The glare is just way too bright. OH glory to the deviant! THE TEXT SPEAK IS FREE TO GO AROOOOUUND. ANIME IS THE CURRENT ARRRRRRT. DON'T

Synchronize with me, as I intend. Let our legs and hands mimic as we walk. Put your arm around me my friend. Let us joke, and smile. If only for a little while. Put your arm around me my friend. The sun hasn't felt this good before. Or the waves that crash against the shore. Put your arm around me my friend. Now I'm here, and the walls are so bare. They have no warmth, like the touch of a friend. I'm afraid, and scared. I'm innocent, I'm just a human. Stuck here in this room then, I ask: "Where is my friend?" It wouldn't be so bad, if I was treated fairly. But the walls talk rarely. Where is my friend? I've never want to hur

 My friend passed away today. He was 93 years old. He met me when he was 7. I met him when I was 6. My body is 24 years old. So many friends gone by. I'm afraid to befriend anyone. I'm stuck here. I've lived to see countries change. Father time has cursed me. My mother was a kind woman. She knew I was different. When she was 65, she asked me: "Do you know why you are blessed?" Uncertain, I shook my head. I still don't know the answer. I don't think I ever will. This life is challenging one, I don't complain about first world problems though. I'm still breathing, aren't I? I remember as a child, I plante

Did I mention? My presumption? That one day, my ideas will birth others? Where all my silly fingerprints leave smudges for others to witness? Where I strive, others have not seen. Perhaps, blinded by first world problems, they seem to drift. Have you felt the silky feel of a hand? Or dreamed of a land that you could call "Home?" Where bliss and unity intersect? Why hasn't it happened to you yet? Are you alive? I remember my first inspiration, breathed into me. My body shook from the foreign feeling. Euphoric shocks trembled through the body. It shook Mount Olympus and Hephaestus I smiled dearly. Will you laugh with me today?