Cleaning out the brain pan by TeddyBearWithSexHair, literature
Literature
Cleaning out the brain pan
Need to un-clutter my brain. Need it out. Need to get it out. I need to focus. I did my driver's test the other week, passed it after a failing first attempt. Fuckers got me on the technical questions. Turns out I'm too cautious. But oh well. Have to keep typing. Can't stop. Need to get my mind focused. Wonder how actual writers do this for a living? Just force themselves to sit there and write? Huh. I'd end up falling asleep if I did that. Maybe if I did one of those five hour energy drink things, I could hunker down and stare hard enough for words to come out. Have you ever heard of The Eels? They're pretty awesome, even if it is just one d
A bad prologue to a bad novel by TeddyBearWithSexHair, literature
Literature
A bad prologue to a bad novel
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Rain pitter patts across the graveyard, the fat drops drawn towards the blue, makeshift tent covering a burial. A large crowd, mostly men and women in dark, pressed, police uniform, some small families, a few random loners, all surrounding the open casket at the center of the unhappy mass. The occupant of said pine box is a tall older man, graying brown hair, stone faced, and his wrinkles, now worn grooves adorning his face, marks of pride honoured by hard working men. A brass police badge shines brightly on his chest, his arms draped at his waist and his fingers loosely crossed as if he was praying. Two figures are standing opposite
A short story and blathering by TeddyBearWithSexHair, literature
Literature
A short story and blathering
A man and his house
If one looks about the sky at a certain time of day, on a certain day on the calendar, in a certain place on the map, they'll see a small cloud floating by. The cloud is quite special, in its own right for atop its fluffy climax; it holds a man and his house. He is a normal man, bathes and shaves in the morning, eats toast with a little butter and jam, reads what literature he has while in the restroom, and even leaves for work after breakfast. The house is normal as well, it has no supernatural powers, it has lights that flick on and off with the touch of the switch, it has a glass window on each wall and a small porch o
Cleaning out the brain pan by TeddyBearWithSexHair, literature
Literature
Cleaning out the brain pan
Need to un-clutter my brain. Need it out. Need to get it out. I need to focus. I did my driver's test the other week, passed it after a failing first attempt. Fuckers got me on the technical questions. Turns out I'm too cautious. But oh well. Have to keep typing. Can't stop. Need to get my mind focused. Wonder how actual writers do this for a living? Just force themselves to sit there and write? Huh. I'd end up falling asleep if I did that. Maybe if I did one of those five hour energy drink things, I could hunker down and stare hard enough for words to come out. Have you ever heard of The Eels? They're pretty awesome, even if it is just one d
A bad prologue to a bad novel by TeddyBearWithSexHair, literature
Literature
A bad prologue to a bad novel
~~~~~~~
Rain pitter patts across the graveyard, the fat drops drawn towards the blue, makeshift tent covering a burial. A large crowd, mostly men and women in dark, pressed, police uniform, some small families, a few random loners, all surrounding the open casket at the center of the unhappy mass. The occupant of said pine box is a tall older man, graying brown hair, stone faced, and his wrinkles, now worn grooves adorning his face, marks of pride honoured by hard working men. A brass police badge shines brightly on his chest, his arms draped at his waist and his fingers loosely crossed as if he was praying. Two figures are standing opposite
A short story and blathering by TeddyBearWithSexHair, literature
Literature
A short story and blathering
A man and his house
If one looks about the sky at a certain time of day, on a certain day on the calendar, in a certain place on the map, they'll see a small cloud floating by. The cloud is quite special, in its own right for atop its fluffy climax; it holds a man and his house. He is a normal man, bathes and shaves in the morning, eats toast with a little butter and jam, reads what literature he has while in the restroom, and even leaves for work after breakfast. The house is normal as well, it has no supernatural powers, it has lights that flick on and off with the touch of the switch, it has a glass window on each wall and a small porch o
Current Residence: Boise, Idaho. Favourite genre of music: Depends on the day of the week Favourite photographer: Don't know any Favourite style of art: Every style Operating System: None as of yet MP3 player of choice: Sanza, tough, reliable, and you get radio. Shell of choice: Never know the answer to this Wallpaper of choice: Furan-Sans' "Life in Blue". Skin of choice: Don't know how to answer this one either Favourite cartoon character: Dhalsim! Nightcrawler, Ken Masters, Toad, Juggernaught, Collosus Personal Quote: Nothing tastes bad, you just have to cook it differently.
Favourite Visual Artist
I couldn't pick
Favourite Movies
I cant pick
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Depends on the genre
Favourite Writers
Don't know any
Favourite Games
Way too many to choose
Favourite Gaming Platform
Playstation and X-Box 360
Tools of the Trade
Imagination!! I havent been able to really put down anything good enough yet to say.
As Joe fell through the sky on his quickly shrinking piece of earth, he noticed that he was headed straight for a large temple. Not the entrance of the temple, mind you, the roof of it. All he could think to grumble out was, "This is gonna suck." before the dirt crumbled beneath his feet and he plummeted into the tiles, trying to swing his arms up to cover his head. The tiles and rafters gave way, and Joe fell into the open lap of the biggest statue of Buddha he'd ever seen. Nearly fifty feet high and nearly thirty across, made entirely of gold, its legs crossed and hands resting palm up across it's lap. The young man lay there for several mi
DO IIIII buzz off my hair and remain ready to cosplay as the TF2 Engie? Or try to grow it out and do both Miroku from Inuyasha again and a new cosplay, Gumshoe of Phoenix Wright? DECISIONS. GOOD AT THEM. NOT REALLY.
Doin' one of these things.
Tagged by Boredom
1. You must post the rules.
2. Each person must post 5 things about
themselves in their journal
3. Answer the questions the tagger set
for you in their post, and create eleven
questions for the people you tag to answer.
4. You have to choose 11 people to tag and
post their icons on your journal.
5. Go to their page and tell them you have
tagged them. (why am I even posting these
if I have no intention of tagging people?)
6. No tag backs
7. No stuff in the tagging section about
"you're tagged if you're reading this".
You legitimately have to tag 11 people.
(lol nope)
1. I'v