CreativityMakesArt

"Should I wait until Mon... tomorrow to fight the good fight?" We round the Big Lots alleyway upturned dividend; VONS shops for a smile from us. "Naw, don't worry about it" he allay-allows, storm of a mood now back to the calm. "That's just what the government wants us to do" It's not a lot of treasures, but that's not the point; ten cents or a bag is something out of our pocket: Integrity or Inconvenience (sometimes with the latter, *in* pocket). "Big Brother my ass" he - this pronoun now me - breathes, and does it audibly. Great. ..? No. Bawdiness in the body can mine into the soul, and sometimes not just of the host. "Have I told yo

The toast goes up, crunching my spirits down. It will be crunchy. I shouldn't have walked away. Shouldn't have without the proper training. I need to live up to the Kingkiller. I will. Not his name. Tho, I didn't then because I was wading in a whole other depth - trying to be the Kingkillers' killer. How could I think of being an iconoclastrophe to the wall-reminder of all the framers' work and love, front or back? Luck's fickle, but it came to me with that. My senses came to me and I let them back in. I have moved to the toaster, in any way but gliding. A mind can be divided but still focused. Kvothe is a testament to It My mind brie

Her window burns like her sister's in her soul tonight... But the only fire with us all now are the ones dancing up into it ... to be with her like our opening windows