Taken with an alimited amount of space, I huddled against the light brick wall.
"what!?" he exclaimed, panting nervously in the wind.
I couldn't believe anything he pant'd anymore
I stood looking at him with a cold eye of disbelief.
I drove my son of a bitch car to college this afternoon, through the searing cold and violent snow. The ongoing problem in lab has been the designation of a current trend in popular music composition. It riddles our brains with endless, formless possibilities. It was interesting to note a spiral column formed by John Cage, the late neo-renaissance enlightenment composer of the last century. Isabella read a copy of my memo and forwarded me two smiley faces. I cringed and winced accordingly. And winked. ;-)
Late in the night last night I began studying a rhythmic sequence of sounds. Written, it appeared in blatant, quarter note bricks. The cubes were quantized and I believed in the glory of G**.
Approaching my mid 20s, I am a bit struck by the delinquency of my peers. They are just always bad. I write them off with a good heart and best intentions but I can't stand how gay they are ultimately.
Towards the end of the day, the sky had that blue-grey radioactive glow, most notable from the snowed over level in the first Halo. Undeterred, I will always find my way out in the snow.
I once heard a famos tale from the 17th century of a castle, in an Italian province of Midleveal Euripe, where sat waiting a delicious princess. Her hair was tons of long, funny and all the jesters and court dukes were her infatuation. She secretly longed to be whisked away by a seafaring man, but it was the result of the times that her Prince Charming would no longer be found on ships.
The jester man who had hitherto been after Her Lady's courtship, was named Nicholas Pennell. He had several trophies awarded personally from the king but the princess didn't know him by name. A dragon was spotted just outside the town in a cave and Nick wasa summoned to destroy the beast. The Princess was ever impressed from Nick's accomplishment that, soul searching as she wasa, decided to marry the young man. Holy shit!