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In the Mix by cricket88x1, literature

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In the Mix

THE LIVING ROOM Casey sits and paints in silence. The phone rings. Casey leaves his work to answer it. Molly enters with her camera and snaps a picture in his face. CASEY What - ? She laughs and continues taking pictures. Cassie enters dragging a cello while Casey goes for the phone. CASSIE It's probably for Jane. I wouldn't bother with it. Molly snaps another picture of Casey. CASEY Cut - Could you not do that? Please? MOLLY Wah wah wah. Pussy. Cassie starts to play. CASEY Oh no, come on I - do you have to do that here? Don’t you have a

Ball and Chain by cricket88x1, literature

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Ball and Chain

A PLATE Center stage is a table with young GIRL of about 13 sits at the table. On her left is an old man, her GREAT-UNCLE. On her right is her DAD. Behind her is her MOTHER. JANIS JOPLIN sits on the floor directly in front of the table, cradling a microphone. The lights come up on each of the three only when they are speaking but Janis and the Girl are always lit. GREAT-UNCLE It is very important for you to be a lady. Every time I see you, you are thinner and more beautiful. The thinner you are the more beautiful you are. I knew a very lovely woman who had the loveliest figure. You must work very hard to have a good figure and be

Fear of Clowns by cricket88x1, literature

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Fear of Clowns

EXT. THE SIDE OF A COUNTRY ROAD - JUST AFTER SUNSET A car sits in the center of the stage, behind it, silhouettes of trees in low light. A clown appears at the rear window of the car and leers ferociously. A sound is heard from behind the car and the clown turns toward it. A girl appears from behind the front end and walks around downstage. As she does this, the clown throws himself at her, but he cannot get out of the car. The girl turns and regards him as he attempts to get out, rattling the door and banging on the windows. CINDY Hey, stop that! The clown growls at her and continues his banging. CINDY (CONT'D) Knock it off! Yo

Man With A Love Song by cricket88x1, literature

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Man With A Love Song

INT. THE SHITTY APARTMENT ALEX LIVES IN - NIGHT Alex, 42, is at the drink cabinet, fixing two drinks. Heather, 36, sits on the worn down sofa, fidgeting with her purse, growing increasingly more nervous. Alex turns around with the glasses and she faces him abruptly. HEATHER Alex, I... love you! (long pause) ALEX Really? He hands her her drink and then leans against the wall. He starts grinning. ALEX (CONT'D) (softly) That’s fantastic! He takes a sip of his drink and continues to smile at Heather. HEATHER Well? ALEX Well what? (Long pause) HEATHER Oh my God. She gets up. ALEX What? HEATHER Oh my God. ALEX What&

Strawberry Girl by cricket88x1, literature

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Strawberry Girl

I am a strawberry girl Your strawberry girl My big wide cheeks blush blood red And speckle in the sunlight I gush great juice That sweetens your mouth Your lips are now mine Your tongue your teeth I am not a rasberry, no cherry These dark frowning fruits I am red-red Real-red Read-well-red Perfect picked Peeking shyly from soft fragile foliage My feet in the dirt Hands in the soil The earth all over Red Red Red

My First Cigarette by cricket88x1, literature

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My First Cigarette

my first Cigarette was a bitter experience a Caustic Venture taken On The Rocks - they used to be boulders lining the creek where we left tiny dresses for the fairies - if i returned there on my Growing-Up Birthday i could perhaps rewind myself to a Genuine State of Being when i worried about the weight of the world not the weight of my body my angst was original then (a more imaginative time) i dreamed so many windswept fields mountains clouds but Never Ever Ever did i Ever Ever dream at eighteen i have not tasted love my First Cigarette was My Last Grasp it did not Taste Like Love but how would i know the ashes burned

Daybreak by cricket88x1, literature

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Daybreak

When you open your eyes they are cornflower blue Cornflower blue Crystal sun through a stream As bright as a dream Cornflower blue Your eyes so true Daybreak and you are shining through You breath and I trace the curve of your shoulder The curve of your shoulder As subtle as dew A hillside of you The curve of your shoulder Makes my fingertips bolder Daybreak and we are another day older Now breaks your dawn The sky is new Lift your hands to touch the rays Darling you will kiss the sun The glow of God is on your face Would you believe I'd give my life for you? Yes I would, yes I would Just to hear you laugh Yes I would,

Ghost Grandad by cricket88x1, literature

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Ghost Grandad

On Monday night, Kerri's grandfather died. On Tuesday, plans were made and a service was held. By Wednesday morning, he was buried in the ground. Wednesday night, Kerri's father put her to bed, told her he loved her and gave her a kiss goodnight. Kerri's mother gave her a hug, said she was her special girl and that she would see her in the morning. Then, they turned out the lights and went downstairs. Kerri was left alone. But not alone. A tap came at the window. Kerri jumped up to see. There was her grandfather! Or at least, there was a see-through version of him floating right up by her second-story window! "Come on, Spot!" he be

Cry On Me by cricket88x1, literature

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Cry On Me

The world's concrete and life barbed wire Noise pollution makes us tired And when your pain is just another noise Where is the quiet to climb into? The whispered words spoken to soothe you? You don't have to look very far Gee, those tears on your cheeks burn like stones in the sun You're downtrod and beat and done Don't you wish for a rain to patter down And wash your bruises away Hear somebody close to you say "I know where you are" Come on and cry on me, sweet love Try me on for size My helpful heart will be a bed for you to sleep on Come on and cry on me, sweet love I am standing by Don't you know, when you're with me You

You Better Love My Fat Ass by cricket88x1, literature

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You Better Love My Fat Ass

Tank tops and chili dogs Fireworks and polywogs Sandbox and sandaltoes Cake and ice cream on my nose Summer's so much sexier when your tummy doesn't Stick out of your shirt. Baby Baby do my thighs look pale? Hey we should go swim in the ocean And I'll turn into a whale You can be a barnacle on my back Don't let me go don't let me go And when I bring you back to shore, I'll be your fatass mermaid And we will eat fried chicken wings And talk of love and lots of things Rainbows and dewy meadows Morning romps in barefoot toes Campfires and cellulite Toasted 'shmallows, Miller Lite Summer's so much sexier when the wind can Pick

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Human Dragon by cricket88x1, literature

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Human Dragon

I am the Dragon Child, Not sure whether she is creature of air or land I am the Dragon Child who has not yet gained full use of wings. I am the Dragon Child, who erupts in bursts of fiery temper, scorching all those who are too close. I am the Dragon Child, burning all within range of my fell moods. I am the Dragon Child, caged in a prison called earth. I am the Dragon Child whose heart drifts away with the clouds, so far away.

Reflections - Moon by cricket88x1, literature

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Reflections - Moon

Watch the moon in her comfortable perch above the mountains The light she shares is not her's to give. All that she owns is taken from the sun She gains recognition from reflected glory. See the hero's squire, carrying his master's blade. He has a stout heart and unquavering courage Yet the honor is not a blanket he can wrap himself in. No the Master shares no warmth, leaving servant to shiver Look at a mirror, reflecting all it sees to our eyes. It shows us beautiful and terrible images. But who ever praises the mirror? We take credit , for we are the images the mirror shows. The mirror is a reflection. we are genuine. Or maybe

Night Orchestra by cricket88x1, literature

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Night Orchestra

Dew gathers slowly on the grass with a whisper as night crosses to Dawn. The wind tenderly caresses the trees with a soft sigh. Oh hear the crickets sing! The moon glows with it's own silent chorus Frog and cicada's raise their voices in sweet harmony Oh hear the crickets sing! The heavy sound of rain not yet fallen lingers as a strong note in the air A mourning dove still awake carries a lonely melody Oh hear the crickets sing

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How Many Words by cricket88x1, literature

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How Many Words

Orpheus: How many words does it take to say \"I need you\"? How many songs do I have to sing to bring you home? Without you I don\'t know what to do. It\'s not that you\'re gone, it\'s that I cannot be gone with you. What kind of ryhme must I make to have you with me? What sweet prose could take you to my arms? Do I have to wait and anticipate The beautiful day when the gods let me share in your fate? For a love that could take anything Ours didn\'t last very long. But you must know I still love you Even though you are gone What happened to make it go wrong? What god did we offend? My life was a wonderful song. Why did the son

Promise by cricket88x1, literature

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Promise

Adelphos: Maybe... We could go back to the way things were when we were young. So innocent, happy. Before life had begun I lived in bliss And now there\'s this. Didn\'t we make a promise once to be Orpheus and Eurydice: Together Always Adelphos: But now you\'re gone and theres only me. Together Always is a promise foolish hearts will make. Sadly it\'s the kind that\'s easiest to break. Maybe... Things could go back to the way the were before we grew old So carefree, no troubles. Before fate could unfold, before I grew wise. Before I opened up my eyes. Didn\'t we make a promise once to stay All: Together always Adelphos:

Love Is Life by cricket88x1, literature

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Love Is Life

Love Is the warm feeling you have when you laugh with someone you care about Is the rush of excitement when you see that special person Is the awkwardness when you don\'t know what to sayIs the anger and frustration when things don\'t go right Is the sadness when you think it\'s all over Is the relief of a second chance Is the closeness of trust Is the joy of dreams come true Is being on top of the world one moment and carrying it on your shoulders the next Is LIFE

Why Love Is Life by cricket88x1, literature

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Why Love Is Life

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i could love you. by windcrieslee, literature

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i could love you.

I could love you. Like it was nothing. Like it was easy. Like I wanted to. And that might be fine. Maybe we'd be okay. Maybe I'd be okay. But what if… Maybe it's not smart. Not intelligent. Not what I need right now. But I could. I could so easily. So quickly. It's not hard. You make it so inviting. Walk into your room. Lay on your bed. "Bed." (In college, it passes for a couch, Cleverly disguised.) "Watch a movie." (Loaded with subtext.) Laugh with you. Laugh into you. Curl up with laughter, Resting my head even closer and closer to your shoulder. Curl up crying or afraid, Closing my eyes. Hiding behind your mus

homecoming by proud2bjunkie, literature

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homecoming

but the smithereens of pride, and hope, and fun lie sharp on the cold, gravelly asphalt poking between painted barefoot toes, reminding her that she is That Girl, crying in the parking lot of her senior homecoming. not even the compliments on her dress, or her friends' warm hands whispering "come dance, we love you" over the pulse of speakers and young feet, or the first notes of a favorite song can force her chin to level, can wipe dry the insolent, unwanted tears. and by the light of the hundreds of headlights she watches him in his new glasses walking toward his car. when he sees her shiver under her shawl, he passes a cou

Triangle by proud2bjunkie, literature

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Triangle

When, with playdough and fingerpaints, we met, we unknowingly started to change our worlds. There wasn't much that could stop us from linking our arms and skipping forward from the kindergarten playground to college dorms. We live in a triangle, physically and characteristically. Like a Venn Diagram with three segments, we each have our own circles, but we are all one, always together. When, with dreams and promises, we leave, our stories will have been rewritten numerous times and our worlds will quite definitely be changed. There still won't be much that can stop us from linking our arms and skipping forward from college dorms to nursing ho

Dear Diary by happygoatguy, literature

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Dear Diary

Dear Diary, I ate a sandwich today. I realized for the first time that one does not use a spoon to eat them. I was at the deli and I ordered my usual, a turkey breast with salmon, bacon, and teriyaki sauce, sat down and began to eat, spoon in hand. The man next to me turned and said, "You know… You don't use a spoon to eat sandwichs…" This blew me away. All that I had known: destroyed. My world became swirling mist of the unknown. Every fact I thought I knew suddenly came into question. The way of the universe died that day. The man grew concerned about the glazed look I had while I was shaking uncontrollably in my chair. I snapped to, spo

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Defying Gravity by cricket88x1, visual art

Defying Gravity

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Current Residence: There, you know, the other here?
Favourite genre of music: Broadway, Classical rock, anything that's good, really
Favourite photographer: Shellyt!
Wallpaper of choice: The little flowery kind!
Favourite cartoon character: Calvin or Hobbes
Personal Quote: let's save the drama for the performance, guys....

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Reservoir Dogs, Royal Tenenbaums, Garden State, Dog Day Afternoon, Almost Famous, The Godfather

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Cream, The Who, The Beatles, Queen, Cat Stevens

Favourite Writers

Which one?

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D&D

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erm, tabel or floor is good

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cricket88x1

Feb 20, 2007

More Playlists1

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Yeah, I know.  I posted on facebook first.  But you all know I love you, right?  Yeah.  You do.  This was fun, you should try it! If you haven't guessed already, music pretty much rules my life. So here's more of that. I love the celebrity playlists on itunes, where musicians and actors explain the songs they love. Well, I'll probably never be famous enough to have a real one on itunes but i spent some time whipping up my own playlist to post on facebook. Anybody who's anybody is on facebook! Enjoy! PS - My shuffle picked the order of the songs, thereby convincing me of it's magic. All hail the shuffle. 1 PRECIOUS ILLUSIONS - ALANIS MORISSE

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cricket88x1

Dec 12, 2006

Bonnie Tyler

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Imagine me with the eighties drums and over the top production - lights, pyrotechnics, the works - belting and thrusting my fist in the air.... "I really need you tonight!  Forever's gonna start tonight! Forever's gonna start tonight! Once upon a time, thought I was falling in love, now I'm only falling apart. There's nothing i can do - a total eclipse of the heart." Sorry i was listening to that song and I had the overwhelming desire to do the aforementioned.  But since that's not practical in a quad at one in the morning when I'm writing a final paper, I thought I'd write it down and slap that picture in your minds.  You know you want

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cricket88x1

Dec 4, 2006

Too Perfect Not To Post

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I know, I'm a loser.  I can't help but think of this whenever i put on itunes though. Opening - Born Under A Bad Sign (Cream) Wake Up - Like a Rolling Stone (Bob Dylan) First Day Of School - Hey Ya (Outkast) Falling In Love - Somewhere Out There (Linda Ronstadt?) Fight Song - Layla Acoustic (Eric Clapton) Breaking Up - Hot Summer Night (Meat Loaf) Prom - Where Do The Children Play? (Cat Stevens) Life's OK - Diamonds On The Soles Of Her Shoes (Paul Simon) Montage - Union Square (Tom Waits) Breakdown - The Birds They Put In Cages (Notre Dame De Paris Soundtrack) Driving - Martha (The Beatles) Flashback - On Top (The Killers) Gettin

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flavianos

Mar 3, 2008

thanks for the support drawer-friend!

hardlyhereatall

Dec 11, 2007

i miss you. why havent you responded to my facebook message? i was worried.

hihi ^__^

i was browsing your gallery and your drawings are amazing! i love them. you are amazing! you are the kewlest, most talented, sweetest, most gorgeous girl i know!!!! I love you! <3

hardlyhereatall

Apr 28, 2007

CAITLYN! YOU ARE THE MOST AMAZING PERSON I HAVE EVER KNOWN!!!!!!!

proud2bjunkie

Apr 26, 2007

you forgot jack and jill. but you get a glomp anyway because you're fucking fantastic like that.

it's a long story... if you're free tomorrow between 2.15 and 5, call me, or friday between 3 and 5 or before 2.

love youuuuu

urworthlesslikeme

Apr 2, 2007

MISSES YOU MUCHO. grawr training for basic is tougher than expected not running since ninth grade football doesn't help much either how have u been. i hear there has been much drama between sara and shelly and kate.. sux to hear that you all used to be so close well it's late and i am drained i also have a 3k run to look forward to tommorow but i thought it'd be nice to show ur page some love for old times sake well adios and best wishes in all ur endeavores keep the amazing poetry coming.
Vince