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Explain causes for dissent. Explain why gang bands together, why other gang is already established. Who is greatest warrior? Don't continually follow least intriguing characters.) -Brilliant Coding Initiative- LIFE IS BUT A DREAM He was so intense in thought that he looked out the window with an evil eye. The smith, reveiving this evil eye, considered himself threatened by the man so deeply wrapt in intent that he sought to protect his own life. He did fear the man did curse him. He did kill the man. Wayne's next article is his 100th. --==WRITE ARTICLE==-- _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ \"-._\"-._\"-._\"-._\"-._\"-._\"-._ _.-"/_.-"/_.-"/_.-"/_.-"/_.-"/_.-"/ " " " " " " " """"" " " " " " " " _/"-._/"-._/"-._/"-._/"-._/"-._/"-._/"\_.-"\_.-"\_.-"\_.-"\_.-"\_.-"\_.-"\_ Abominable by Ahmed Balfouni _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ \"-._\"-._\"-._\"-._\"-._\"-._\"-._ _.-"/_.-"/_.-"/_.-"/_.-"/_.-"/_.-"/ " " " " " " " """"" " " " " " " " Call me the kneeler, peeler and squealer! I get my ice cream north of the tundra, it's lichen ice cream. I go to the bathroom on the border, let those that tumble not tumble to me... I salute the day in the Alps' way, roaring hee-hee-hee to make the coot and loon go far. I'm the gassiest. My south pole scares the animals. I abide where I abide, go most where I go, sing sweet amongst the pines, leave nothing where I dine. I'm the seventh son of the seventh brother of the mother of the sun in this glorious belt hereabouts. I wither every hope in the maiden, for I have frost to my love and no heat in my sack! I'm the one who sits on top of the mountain and looks at the world around and around, like a bird... My sleep is haunted by the northern lights, I wet my fur in frozen lakes the skaters tremulous wail upon. I'm the one who knows where the gold is. Hopeless he who comes to me unbidden! I dictate terms, lay out odds, cry the winners! I am he whose strength is on the wind, deadly! I eat the ichor of the leavings of the thunderbird, these endowing me with strength are the happiness of my bosom. Where I give, it is that makes me laugh, hee-hee-hee! _/"-._/"-._/"-._/"-._/"-._/"-._/"-._/"\_.-"\_.-"\_.-"\_.-"\_.-"\_.-"\_.-"\_ confessions of a shirt thief by ada _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ \"-._\"-._\"-._\"-._\"-._\"-._\"-._ _.-"/_.-"/_.-"/_.-"/_.-"/_.-"/_.-"/ " " " " " " " """"" " " " " " " " It's not like the last time, I swear. It's not like I went into her closet and took the thing. The fact was, she already had the perfect shirt, and I wasn't about to make that mistake again. The only problem was that I had been poor for so long, I was starting to get holes in my clothes and my ribs were beginning to poke through at the most awkward of occasions. The heat had gone off in the building, and my hands were like stiff tree branches, the kind you can snap right off. My toes were poking out of their raggedy socks and felt strange, like the hard bellies of mice that have been starved. So I snagged her shirt, the brown stripy plaid number with the snaps and 70s collar- Okay okay, I'm just fucking with you, I didn't really take the thing. I just had a few scraps in the fridge, a few coins in my pocket and was feeling brave. Dropped her off at work and went across the street to the nearby shirt store. Oh and how those shirts felt against my skin, all those different kinds and types. All different shades and colours. Some with little pockets, some with little buttons, some just plain, but soft running along my shoulders, and down my stomach. I tried on so many that day, I could hardly contain myself. I knew if I didn't buy one, I would go home to my slanted roof and stark naked fridge and cry myself to sleep on the hard linoleum floor- So I grabbed it. The orange one. Now you might be wondering why this would concern me. Orange is nothing like brown. Maybe she wouldn't even notice, maybe I wouldn't have to explain. But what can she expect? I'm trying to survive, trying to cover the bite marks on my skin where I had to resort to cannibalism to stay alive. I gotta stay warm, I need a little comfort in my life too you know. It's not like the shirts are one in the same. So, what? You're going to tell me I'm a shirt thief now? It's not like that. It's just that I was cold and fall colours are in season and someday you're going to look back on this whole bloody mess and simply laugh and laugh and laugh- _/"-._/"-._/"-._/"-._/"-._/"-._/"-._/"\_.-"\_.-"\_.-"\_.-"\_.-"\_.-"\_.-"\_ Ostrakinda, night and day by Heckat _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ \"-._\"-._\"-._\"-._\"-._\"-._\"-._ _.-"/_.-"/_.-"/_.-"/_.-"/_.-"/_.-"/ " " " " " " " """"" " " " " " " " Aphrodite emerges from the festering sperm of the ocean, blown ashore by the wind's coital rapture, her foam-teased tresses covering the lavish centre of her provocation before the brocade robe can be placed over her pearl-ripened breasts. She steps from the shell. Leaves titter and fall in her path. The giddy world tilts with the buzz of her love and the children grow drowsy in the streets. * Until someone suggests a game, ostrakinda: the shell of night and day, whirring plaything of light and dark. 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