Gordon pulled up in his '89 Chevrolet station wagon around the corner from the news building, just out of sight. Now that he'd had a couple of minutes to cool off he contemplated what must be done. "Ah, storming the building would be a bad idea." he murmured. Besides they know who i am and if i made a scene they'd just report about it again. Maybe it would be best if I just didn't show up for a little while. The thoughts were pouring through poor Gordon's head like hot maple syrup, and he just couldn't seem to keep them from dripping. "No, I can't change anything about my routine, that would just congeal their assumption... Ah hah! It's still
The adventures of FATMAN 2 by Opticophilus, literature
Literature
The adventures of FATMAN 2
No one has been able to figure out who the Fatman is, though Harvel Winters has known all along, he was there when the napkin disappeared. He watched as the coffee cup met it's untimely end, and he knows what it's like to want to disappear and be someone else. He wouldn't have outed Gordon if it hadn't been the very edge of sanity that drove him to tell what he'd seen.
Harvel entered his cubicle, fourth on the left from the elevator, just close enough to the water cooler to keep up on the intra-office gossip, and just far enough away from the boss to avoid those annoying obligatory "social stops." Just today he couldn't hear anything specifi
The Adventures of FATMAN by Opticophilus, literature
Literature
The Adventures of FATMAN
The gingerbread seemed to laugh at him every minute their little smiling faces were turned his way. The only way he could overcome the humiliation implied in their frosted looks was to bite their little sugar-plum heads off! Gordon never learned any other way of surmounting the odds. He could eat, he could eat very well. In fact you might say that he could eat anything, he was that good. No one really understood just how magnificent his appetite was, but Gordon knew.
He couldn't tell, or he wouldn't tell. In either case he really wanted to keep it a secret. Not that munching on asphalt was something to be embarrased about, but it would attr
If our Thought is devised of nothing more
Than input-output, complex at best
Why bother struggle as we do?
Our toil's a trial a worthless chore
Perhaps, perhaps, a game
Blossom fades, and grass withers
The wind will blow where it may
Chase a rainbow reap the vapors
Pursue gold and fine stones and they splinter
Perhaps, perhaps it is futile
Could it be there's something for us to do?
May be trials and struggles have purpose
Morning comes ending night only to happen again
Seldom do times show their reason
Perhaps, perhaps, with purpose
Gently they go in to that good night
Though none do rush to complete it
As another tide wanes
Smile at me Baby
You are my pride and joy
A beautiful little lady
I'll never forget your touch
One, two, three
Count the stars and
You just might see
The measure of my love for you
Tiny fingers, little toes
Handle blocks and reach
A button-sized tiny nose
Can tell you it's dinner time
Those eyes bright blue
And Glowing in the moonlight
Will stay just like they always do
In the deep places of my heart
So smile at me Baby,
I'm lost without you near
I'll see you in the daylight, Baby
In the heavens crystal clear
Love, Daddy
Creation begins with a thought
Like so many things that had ought
If before the start we consider
With what the ground we do litter
Many more might just feel as we few
Who create what we dream when we do
I've just realized I'm in a rat race. The evidence just wasn't there up until just recently, but it's true. The current epoch of my life didn't start that way though, It was full of hope, possibility, and improvement. The carrot that was dangled in front of me was a 30% raise in pay, and $5000 of moving assistance. This might make anyone feel it is a worthy move, except that you can't truly know what kind of an environment your new situation will bring. In regards to my mid-sized family a number of things are definitely an improvement. Our house is nicer, cheaper to run, and has far better and safer amenities to enjoy. School philosophies are
Feelings, fickly flower and fade. Flowing fleetly by, few find fruition or finality. feverishly, foul feelings fly like fowl on feathered flight. flapping fast on frozen breezes. Ferocious feelings filled with fangs and fur find footing far too frequently in fen and forested corners. Funny things flow freely from fence to farce. Frozen breezes frost field and fern in fey turns of fighting. Fermented vats of frustration fill vats full and flowing without traces of forgiveness. Fie on false friends and fiends who fake friendship. Free yourself from fighting feelings, know freedom, love freely, and find fellowship in forgiving and forgetting; f
Hullo! don't know if anybody else still reads this, but I guess it's more about catharsis than really writing something for other people to read anyway, so here's the scoop. Just returned from a great week at a beach location, little bijou cottage with all the necessary amenities; indoor plumbing, stove, easy access to the beach etc. And i find myself wishing i didn't leave. But the truth at the the heart of the matter is that I really couldn't have picked the other option for long, since there was probably another renter expecting the cottage to be empty when they arrived that Sunday afternoon. Then he would have said something like, "Hey, t
Yes....this is a copy paste TT_TT. However a fellow artist needs your help. And that fellow artist is meeee!!!
I entered a contest here on Deviant art to win a new Wacom Tablet. If you would like, you don't have to, but if you would be so kind as to just mosey your mouse on over to the link I provided at the bottom of this message, take a look at my entry, and fave itonly if you like it...I would be so thankful towards that. If not...please ignore this message.....Thank you!!!
You are obviously very a very capable cabinet maker, well done. I love your little shaped box with the cabriolet style legs, very eighteenth century french and baroque. I cant imagine the heartache you feel. Put any other things o you have! I like to put ideas pages and shop drawings on, you got any?