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Dear fellow ArtistOk, so you decided. You want to create something. Don't. Well good for you. Sure?
So... how far can you go to pursue it?
Or to be precise - the question is not how far can you go, but have you got what it takes to stay drifting in a dimmension no human mind should ever conceive for 23 hours only to give it a material manifestation over the 24th hour?
Well if not - don't even start.
If so... you've been warned. Please don't tell me you didn't have it coming.
Let's go. you're about to learn where "the rabbit hole" really leads to. The hard way.
Can you still do it if I tell you there's no money to it?
Can you still
How on Earth could it possibly be half nine already? I was just...
Yeah, what was I doing?
The first of the questions not likely to be answered for a time being.
Matt's "corpse" lying on the same sofa you just woke up on does not help at all. Did we take a cab? Did we go back on foot? Does it make any difference?
The pockets! Phone? Checked. The wallet? Checked. Phew... Couple of coins? Must have been the cab then. Some sick thought cheers you up a bit - if we actually did take the cab you are the one who paid for it. They must owe you some. Most likely... well, probably.
Anyway we'll get back to it a bit later.
The first step..
Words of Doubtful Wisdom pt1To ten okres, w którym organizm miał krzyczec: dośc. Zapomnielismy co to zdrowy tryb zycia. Stabilny kontakt z witaminami i pochodnymi zapewnialy juz tylko napoje energetyczne, to by bylo na tyle. W koncu nie kaszlelismy krwia, biegałem równie daleko, nikt tez nie skarzyl sie na bole glowy i wymiotowal (bezpodstawnie, oczywiscie.). Organizm miał krzyczec. Wytężamy słuch...
kręcmy, nikt nie woła.
Czemu nie. Może wszystkie przykazania zdrowego trybu życia zostały ustalone niczeanskim zwyczajem, dla najslabszych (tak samo jak sześciotygodniowe rozprawki i "tydzien na od
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, b
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sat down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More