Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Wicked, humble
Wicked, humble, has-been, rigid, damp, plums, apples, bumble, mockingbird, diary, rum.
Rough and tumble, last man, deadly, safe, shiny, a little contradiction held a treacherous irony.
Rough and tumble, last man, deadly, safe, shiny, a little contradiction held a treacherous irony.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Lurking Shadows
Changes and shadows that lurk in these souls have destroyed light and darkness and swallowed us whole. Beyond what I'm thinking in magical thoughts, and beyond all these teachings and runnings and walks of love life and death, sets her apart from the normal unrest. And those who continue, and those who still go, I'm a ...man interrupted, who's played his last show.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Zombie Poem
Once upon a time, in a land far away.
Something strange and evil happened one day.
Half the world was given this power
and with all of this, brains would be devoured.
All of the others became quite jumpy,
how would you feel if your pal was a zombie.
Dumb, rotten and covered with gook,
we'd all be dead if they could kill with a look.
Regular animals, regular people,
no matter what we do our attempts are quite feeble.
Lawyers and janitors, it doesn't matter,
the horde will kill you anywhere in the social ladder.
You smash them with bats and shoot them with guns,
zombies rush in until you are done.
You hide in the factories or the house down the lane,
eventually confinement will drive you insane.
They have no weakness, they're five trillion strong,
in order to survive you have to move along.
We could give up, we could give in
maybe this disease is the price for our sins.
Those words however are those of a coward,
I will keep fighting until my last hour.
Some said that when the virus spread, extinction begins.
But some how, at least I hope, humanity can win.
Something strange and evil happened one day.
Half the world was given this power
and with all of this, brains would be devoured.
All of the others became quite jumpy,
how would you feel if your pal was a zombie.
Dumb, rotten and covered with gook,
we'd all be dead if they could kill with a look.
Regular animals, regular people,
no matter what we do our attempts are quite feeble.
Lawyers and janitors, it doesn't matter,
the horde will kill you anywhere in the social ladder.
You smash them with bats and shoot them with guns,
zombies rush in until you are done.
You hide in the factories or the house down the lane,
eventually confinement will drive you insane.
They have no weakness, they're five trillion strong,
in order to survive you have to move along.
We could give up, we could give in
maybe this disease is the price for our sins.
Those words however are those of a coward,
I will keep fighting until my last hour.
Some said that when the virus spread, extinction begins.
But some how, at least I hope, humanity can win.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
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Florida Statutes
Language Arts
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Mathematics
Physical Education
Science
Social Studies
Sunday, August 30, 2009
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