Mayo - more catchup classwork
Sorry I haven't been posting my NaNo; I've fallen a bit behind. last week was hectic as all hell and I fell slightly ill over the weekend. I'm still recovering, but I plan to jump back on it soon.
In the meantime, here's more work I've done in class
Write about something you’ve stolen (first person)
What the fuck have I stolen? I know I’ve stolen…something. Money from my friends, I guess. But that was more unintentional; that whole change mixup thing after ordering. Urrrgh. The fuck have I stolen? I don’t remember anything really significant. Okay, so make something up. Not going to do shoplifting or anything like that...just…do…a fuckin’ videogame or something.
She was throwing papers around, looking for the ones that had SIDEQUESTS scribbled across the top, the last “s” careening off the page wildly. Papers fluttered to the floor as she wreaked havoc upon them; their own personal tornado. I sat on her bed, game paused, looking at the games she had piled beneath the TV. I saw it on the top, lying there innocently; a game that was near impossible to find nowadays. I’d been dying to play it for years. I glanced at her, then back at the game, mind spinning a little. If I just borrowed it and played it at night, then returned it…well, it’d be fine, right? I just had to make sure the disc didn’t snap in half or anything; if she found out her favorite game - which she didn’t lend to anyone - had been stolen…well…
I glanced at her again, but her back was to me, and she’d stumbled across something interesting. She was absorbed in the paper, lips moving soundlessly as she read. I was close enough to the TV…
My hand reached out and I hesitated, looking back at her once more.
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A man said to the universe: “Sir, I exist!” “However,” replied the universe, “The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.”
A man said to the universe: “Sir, I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.”
A man said to the universe:
“Sir,
I exist!”
“However,”
Replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.”
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An object/situation/scenario
Back cracking, bending over.
His beard,
peppered in gray,
scratched my chin as I
planted a small kiss on his lips.
Arms, so muscular and strong, wrapped me up
and squeezed.
Bones popped and crunched
as my knees brushed the air,
then settled back on the sheets.
Hands that had been callous
for as long as I could remember
squeezed my shoulder.
I rested my cheek briefly
on the weathered,
swollen knuckles.
“Happy to have you home, Peanut.”
His breath smelled slightly of the
rum and coke and strawberry cigar.
I smiled and told him
I was happy to be home.
He pulled away and made for the door,
giving me a smile. Tired, so tired, he looked,
his eyes slightly bloodshot
and gaunt.
Rest,
he just needed some rest,
then he’d be back to his usual self.
The corners of his eyes crinkled
as he gave another smile, but so bright,
so bright, normally so bright,
dimmed with the darkness
that pulled beneath his lids.
Hearts swelled
and slowed,
and neither of us knew.
“I love you, Daddy. Good night.”
He slid my door closed for the final time.
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DREAM OBSERVATIONS
Had a dream about some all-out Pokemon war. It was actually pretty cool; very realistic. Part of some sort of rebel group (captured) getting ready to stage a coup. I remember it being very gritty…someone dying (I think my Dad…). McCoy was in there for some reason. What the hell…?
Dreamed about watching Misfits with The Hub, in some weird cramped metal room with a spiral staircase. I have no idea.
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Write down favorite songs (Ugh, I have a loooot)
>Hide and Seek - Imogen Heap (nearly fully a capella; revolves around her voice. Prolly not a good choice for the poem, as nice as it is. Still, rhythm is short long, short long. Ish. I think).
>Howl - Florence + The Machine (listen to the drums in the background. Two different ones; one steady beat [ONE…ONE], in time with those four rapid drum beats [onetwothreefouronetwothreefour]. Driving, intense.)
>Soul Meets Body - Death Cab for Cutie (very steady onetwothree rhythm. Relaxed, but continuously going)
>Tiny Dancer - Elton John
>Turn the Page - Bob Seger
>Smooth Criminal - Micheal Jackson
>March of Mephisto - Kamelot
>Anything for You - Ludo
>M4 Part 2 (Faunts) - Mass Effect Soundtrack
>Happy Ending - Mika
>Don't Stop - Innerpartysystem
>from Y to Y - Vocaloid
>Drops of Jupiter - Train
>The Church Channel - Say Anything
>All the Same - Sick Puppies
>Life is Beautiful - Sixx AM
Write a poem/melody to the rhythm of this song, but with different lyrics
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In the meantime, here's more work I've done in class
Write about something you’ve stolen (first person)
What the fuck have I stolen? I know I’ve stolen…something. Money from my friends, I guess. But that was more unintentional; that whole change mixup thing after ordering. Urrrgh. The fuck have I stolen? I don’t remember anything really significant. Okay, so make something up. Not going to do shoplifting or anything like that...just…do…a fuckin’ videogame or something.
She was throwing papers around, looking for the ones that had SIDEQUESTS scribbled across the top, the last “s” careening off the page wildly. Papers fluttered to the floor as she wreaked havoc upon them; their own personal tornado. I sat on her bed, game paused, looking at the games she had piled beneath the TV. I saw it on the top, lying there innocently; a game that was near impossible to find nowadays. I’d been dying to play it for years. I glanced at her, then back at the game, mind spinning a little. If I just borrowed it and played it at night, then returned it…well, it’d be fine, right? I just had to make sure the disc didn’t snap in half or anything; if she found out her favorite game - which she didn’t lend to anyone - had been stolen…well…
I glanced at her again, but her back was to me, and she’d stumbled across something interesting. She was absorbed in the paper, lips moving soundlessly as she read. I was close enough to the TV…
My hand reached out and I hesitated, looking back at her once more.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
A man said to the universe: “Sir, I exist!” “However,” replied the universe, “The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.”
A man said to the universe: “Sir, I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.”
A man said to the universe:
“Sir,
I exist!”
“However,”
Replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
An object/situation/scenario
Back cracking, bending over.
His beard,
peppered in gray,
scratched my chin as I
planted a small kiss on his lips.
Arms, so muscular and strong, wrapped me up
and squeezed.
Bones popped and crunched
as my knees brushed the air,
then settled back on the sheets.
Hands that had been callous
for as long as I could remember
squeezed my shoulder.
I rested my cheek briefly
on the weathered,
swollen knuckles.
“Happy to have you home, Peanut.”
His breath smelled slightly of the
rum and coke and strawberry cigar.
I smiled and told him
I was happy to be home.
He pulled away and made for the door,
giving me a smile. Tired, so tired, he looked,
his eyes slightly bloodshot
and gaunt.
Rest,
he just needed some rest,
then he’d be back to his usual self.
The corners of his eyes crinkled
as he gave another smile, but so bright,
so bright, normally so bright,
dimmed with the darkness
that pulled beneath his lids.
Hearts swelled
and slowed,
and neither of us knew.
“I love you, Daddy. Good night.”
He slid my door closed for the final time.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
DREAM OBSERVATIONS
Had a dream about some all-out Pokemon war. It was actually pretty cool; very realistic. Part of some sort of rebel group (captured) getting ready to stage a coup. I remember it being very gritty…someone dying (I think my Dad…). McCoy was in there for some reason. What the hell…?
Dreamed about watching Misfits with The Hub, in some weird cramped metal room with a spiral staircase. I have no idea.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Write down favorite songs (Ugh, I have a loooot)
>Hide and Seek - Imogen Heap (nearly fully a capella; revolves around her voice. Prolly not a good choice for the poem, as nice as it is. Still, rhythm is short long, short long. Ish. I think).
>Howl - Florence + The Machine (listen to the drums in the background. Two different ones; one steady beat [ONE…ONE], in time with those four rapid drum beats [onetwothreefouronetwothreefour]. Driving, intense.)
>Soul Meets Body - Death Cab for Cutie (very steady onetwothree rhythm. Relaxed, but continuously going)
>Tiny Dancer - Elton John
>Turn the Page - Bob Seger
>Smooth Criminal - Micheal Jackson
>March of Mephisto - Kamelot
>Anything for You - Ludo
>M4 Part 2 (Faunts) - Mass Effect Soundtrack
>Happy Ending - Mika
>Don't Stop - Innerpartysystem
>from Y to Y - Vocaloid
>Drops of Jupiter - Train
>The Church Channel - Say Anything
>All the Same - Sick Puppies
>Life is Beautiful - Sixx AM
Write a poem/melody to the rhythm of this song, but with different lyrics
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