No, I was not escaping my cage.
No, I was not in a coma.
No, I was not on vacation.
No, I was not under the weather.
Yes, I'm back.


FAQQ1: There's this girl / boy I like but they don't know me, what should I do? A1:FAQ
Step one, talk to them. If you have problem talking to the opposite sex then practise talking to them as friends, and if need be have a friend of the same sex present to aid the flow of the conversations. Ultimately treat them as friends first until you've gain confidence in talking to them. When time comes, just find the right time and sit (or stand) next to this girl/boy you like and introduce yourself. Pick it up from there, don't complicate it by planning out all the things you're gonna say, because it won't work and it'll most likely


Films - my Hit and Miss list10th September, 2003Films - my Hit and Miss list
276 films, 59 new entries
Hit:
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10 Things I Hate about You - fragmented, poor script, but a decent teenage feel good movie, not sure about the William Shakespeare play itself
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Ace Ventura - New Entry - funny though forcefully so, decent performance from Carey Ace Ventura 2 - New Entry - a half decent sequel that lacks character, quite funny but even more forcefully so Adaptation - ambitious script that's well delivered, well performed, great directing Air Force One - decent performance saved the oth


Jumping Dogs of HeroinThe dog. The dog lay on the bed. He had taken it over a long time ago. I slept on the floor with a sheet and a pillow. The pillow went between my legs and the sheet underneath my right hip to help my posture. I had bad posture since I was young. The doctors told me I was going to have a crooked back when I was old, so the dog poisoned my wife three years ago. I had begun to suspect him of doing the same to me.Jumping Dogs of Heroin
I had spent the night doing cocaine again and had caught him. I’m not sure of that. But my nose hurt and my eyes were blood shot. And the dog was still on the bed. The wood floor had hurt my back. I was married only a


Dont poison your deityAlex Foster wore red-white checked pajamas and slept on the top bunk. He woke up August 2 to find the world had gone mad. The alarm clock wouldn't shut up no matter how many times his mom yelled, "turn that damn thing off," and his best friend's corpse lye sideways, eyes shut, three and a quarter feet away.Dont poison your deity
The cyanide had worked. A-Ha! Alex could claim the insurance. His mother was more skeptical. She didn't keep the evidence; she flushed it down the toilet, saying that's where dead goldfish belonged. Harumpf! The nameless fish swirled around. The boy’s pupils followed around. And around and around. The fish looked alive – was i


suicide ride homeHe took a bottle full of acne medication and called it suicide. The night before he called a dike a dike, a whore a whore and Eric got pissed.suicide ride home
"You dumb fuck! You stupid fucking asshole!" "It’s true!" "I don’t give a fuck, you stupid fucking asshole! You don’t say that shit."
Eric was irate.
When the fucking asshole didn’t’ show up for work the next day, we were worried. When we called and he didn’t answer, we were worried. When the police called saying he had committed suicide, we shrugged. "Stupid fuck!" "Yeah." "Yeah." "It was a cry for help." "Of course."
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