Let's Get Down to Business
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Poem: My Art
I like through the scenes that destroy me, and forever, i live through my art.
When I Was Young...
When I was young, I had a dream, Just a small house, down by a stream, Far away from all that mattered, All the dreams that ended shattered, Just a home where I could roam, And be me.... Call it causality, maybe reality, Call it a...
Welcome Back to Cappuccinos! Part 20
He placed his hand on art's hand, the one that gripped his forearm even harder now. he was starting to feel the pressure. damn, my lion's getting strong. "sam, this is art. art, this is sam. now, why did you stop talking to your best friend?"
The Little Things
It's always the Little things That set you off. They make you angry, They leave me hanging; It's always the Little things That make me think; They twist my Mind, Both yours and Mine And take us To the brink. It's always...
The Cat's Stroll 10
**Chapter 10: Beast in Cat's Form** * * * Never fought before... Bi Gong wanted to say he didn't understand those words, but their meaning was pretty clear. "You, you ha-" "Roar!" His words were cut short by a powerful roar, full of valiant...
The Art of Racing in the Human World
#1 of the art of racing in the human world "i'm ruling in favor of the plaintiff, wolfpack motorsports," called judge holder with a sharp rap from his gavel.
The Stray Cat, Ch. 5
I changed my approach: "is that a martial arts dojo in the other room? most people don't have those in their homes." mr. hattori nodded. "yes, _doraneko_. i used to teach." "teach what?" i asked excitedly. "karate? kung fu?"
Welcome Back to Cappuccinos! Part 21
He looked over at art, who remained quiet throughout the conversation, but was still holding the jackal's forearm. "can we talk about it later, son?" earl asked. venti was about to say no, but he caught the pleading look in his father's eyes.
Of Wolf and Dragon Chap.1
He never cared about anything but his art. yes, his art that sat back in his studio, that waited for him to walk away from his almost empty mug on the table, that waited for him to come back and pick up the brush, that waited to be finished.
Part 3 - Arts, acts and affects of paranoia
**Chapter 3** (In Chris' perspective) The concrete pavement where I was lying was bare and unforgiving, I was curled up in a fetal position with my muscles clenched and for the life of me I couldn't unclench my paws or move myself. As a moment...
I know not my worth
I know not my worth; I am worthless. I live only for pleasure; And nothing worth less. I know not my goals, For one who has none, No purpose or privelege, Only but fun. I know not my sins; I'm sure there are many; And to all my kin, A drink...