I support the McCartney family. I support their demand for justice. I think that there is an onus upon everyone read more

I support the McCartney family. I support their demand for justice. I think that there is an onus upon everyone who can help, to help. So good luck to them. And when I go back home I will continue to work on their behalf.

That is what we are looking for from everyone. Constant improvement.

That is what we are looking for from everyone. Constant improvement.

That was a shocking gasoline build.

That was a shocking gasoline build.

They're getting a little out of hand, a little ridiculous. I still like a couple of them, but it gets read more

They're getting a little out of hand, a little ridiculous. I still like a couple of them, but it gets old.

A Short History of Myth.

A Short History of Myth.

Nothing interferes with my concentration. You could put on an orgy in my office and I wouldn't look up. Well, read more

Nothing interferes with my concentration. You could put on an orgy in my office and I wouldn't look up. Well, maybe once.

We've agreed on a text.

We've agreed on a text.

Southward, two mighty ranges of the Appalachians shouldered their way into the blue distance like tremendous caravans marching across eternity.

Southward, two mighty ranges of the Appalachians shouldered their way into the blue distance like tremendous caravans marching across eternity.

I'm a high school student and this is from a poem I wrote called Sometimes He Wonders. You may split read more

I'm a high school student and this is from a poem I wrote called Sometimes He Wonders. You may split it into different parts if you'd like - right now I'll put it as Unsorted.
And He feels so incredibly weak when he has ferociously quarreled against them since his genuine years and has lost. His hopes for a better understanding dissipate as he grows older, and his mind grows less eager to reach a verdict. Having no sense of direction, he roams here, looking above, asking futile questions, even though the answers may be feared. Good by nature, he has learned his survival skills, which will lead him into the real world, and will someday make him a successful individual. Wishing the pressure did not exist, it is a natural instinct to adapt and not to recluse. He rather is a mindless drone than a lonely Hermit, after all. He has no control over his environment, it is the exact opposite. Molded and shaped by his surroundings, he seeks about for himself and his purpose, while this mold slowly deteriorates organic matter.