Mitch

[size=1] Well, I used to weigh nearly 200 pounds, but last summer I lost weight. It was pretty easy. Just biking 45 minutes a day, and laying off on my food consumption. This summer I've been taking about three hour walks, and eating somedays nothing; it really depends on my mood. But I've lost my desire mostly for the taste of food. I just eat it because I have to. So, right now I weigh about 140ish pounds, and I'm about 5'7", or a tad less.[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Pressure [/i] [B][color=silver][size=1]Well, it's impossible for men...blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah... Nothing is absolute.[/color][/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1] Well, let me say one thing right now: Pressure, nearly every single word that you posted is just purely ignorant on this topic. I like Semjaza find it so very ironic that you sit here in your sig saying your list of intelligent people when you can't even have the decency and the understanding on topics like this. Plus, if you are intelligent, post like it. Spell words correctly, which you seem to sometimes stumble about. Not to say that you are dumb, but what you have posted in this topic seriously angers me. I hate things being desensitized like this and to this extent. And I hate people claiming things which aren't the fact of the matter just so they can look big and strong. Now, that aside, I shall get my dime in on this quarter. Men and Women probably do think differently, but think about it. Nearly every single man and woman, or animal on this entire planet thinks differently than one another. So who's to say each woman and each man think the same, or near there, in absolution? No one. That's right. Not a single person. We all don't have the same mental compacities as one another. Each of us learn differenly. Each of us habitually behave differently than one single person. And each of us, then, think differently on all mental levels nearly as one another. Basically I don't care the way women think. Or how. That doesn't matter. That's generalizing this thing racially almost. Like Man and Woman is like being Black or White. And that's not right. You just need to see that no one thinks the same, and that it's, as Semjaza put it, impossible to be certain about anyone or anything in this question's topic. So that said, I don't know how women think. I don't know how men think for that matter. Thinking is supposedly just chemicals and messages being sent back and forth through the brain. Blame that if you want for the way women think. I'd like to think it's something more eloquent than that. So the bottom line is it doesn't really matter to me. For every man not one thinks the same. For every woman not one thinks the same. For every man and woman not one thinks the same there either. Men are not smarter than women. Women aren't smarter than men. I don't see that as an issue. Anyone can be smart if they want to. And smartness and intelligence is a whole different topic than this one. Basically I will say that everyone is smart with something in their lives. My Grandpa is a great talker, and he cuts hair. I am a good writer and poet. Tony is great at computer art and things. Ginny is great at drawing her emotions into an image. It goes on and on. That's intelligence right there. It's not being better or anything like that. That's enough there. Taylor Hewitt, Tony was simply pointing out you said the same thing again. Like you're trying to get more posts, or something. That's called spam, posting for no reason. As has been said, it's redundant. Don't do it again. And don't go so off topic and insult Tony. He's simply stepping in where it's his place.[/size]

[b][u]we will win[/b][/u] When waiting in a silent cruxifixion I am left with asphyxion A wonder of what is going on in this affliction But no one's walking but my brain So I still wear a smile of submission Crawling like a baby left to wander in the rain [size=1]the sound of silence often soothes like a calming twist of a mannequin's face so sometimes i am left here in coldest space and in the silence a rose often blooms[/size] waiting is the coldest snow it hits you down as you wander alone and in the ice the snow turns sleet and the utter is so cold so say defeat [size=1]the sound of your voice often soothes only a beep on a screen i feel moved so sometimes i can twist my mannequin's face and in the silence i am left here in coldest space there the sun blooms a daisy vine on the dreamscape[/size] "i believe it is better to break a man's leg than to break his heart." and so there it is the whispering start can a kiss be carmalized into an acheing tart and be tasted sweeter than the syrup of a tree's bark? [size=1]in the end you either pack up or you leave or you keep going suffering so let us wander in our wandering for there is much to see[/size] When I shall see you is not what matters When I shall breathe you is not what matters When I shall be you is not what matters What matters is the sun shall rise What matters is that you smile and breathe from your eyes [size=1]so it is time for me to leave thinking when i shall see you again but all i have is sin so do you but we will win[/size]

[size=1] My Father divorced my Mother when I was around three years old. Soon thereafter, she wed my current step father and it has been the same ever since. I have never known my real father other than staying with him a few times at his house when I was younger. I still remember somewhat being there and sleeping on his couch there in Casper, Wyoming (which is also where I was born). He used to also call me when I was younger (about 10), and ask me how I was doing. About my grades and stuff. Then he'd ask me if I'd get my blood done. To see if I was really his son. Didn't know what it meant then, but I sure do now. He has always wanted me to get my blood done to see if I am truly his son; thereby he'd be able to not be liable to pay his child support to me anymore, which my Mom recently got coming in again after a long drought of not getting any. That money will mostly go to college I suppose.[/size]

[size=1][b][u]guess i'll be loved[/b][/u] i'm not going to sit here all my life with a paper in my hand reading about my finacial stand i'm not going to sit here all my life with a house in my hands creaking around on the wooded sand guess i'll stop breathin guess i'll stop believein but you know that that's fervor's desperate cleavin so there's none of this but livin but i don't want to stand at a pump watch the gas flowing in my car and the gallons filling up wondering if there's a wish on a star but i don't want to work in some job i hate watch as i am paid for getting hate yet what a wonder in my eyes that i can sit here and ride this tide yet what a gift in my eyes that i can sit here and fake my smile yet what a gift when broken brains can feel the crisp rain guess i'll just start believin geuss i'll just start keepin and i'll hold you in my arms hug you with my heart guess i'll be an invisible angel it give its ghost to everyone and breathes in with the sun 'cause i sure gotta give lucifer a run for his love 'cause i sure gotta give you a run for my love so guess i'll just stand here and be a glove so guess i'll just stand here and be loved[/size]

[size=1] Right now I'd say my favorite band is [i]Alice In Chains[/i]. Supposedly they're grunge, but I think they're pretty innovative, so they don't really stick in one certain genre. I mean some of their songs sound all poppy-ish, some are really heavy metal-ish, and yet some are harmonic-ish. And on. lol. They just are really interesting, not all or one of their songs sounds exactly the same. My favorite song of theirs is [b]"Frogs."[/b] It's a relatively depressing song, but I like a lot of depressing music, because I'm often depressed a lot of the time. The song is great. The lyrics are great. The way the guitars and drums and everything all come together in the song is great. It's a long song too. I will post the lyrics in this post later. What else.. [i]Led Zeppelin[/i], I suppose. I hope I don't have to go into exactly why they're so great. Jimmy Paige is one of the best guitar players I have seen. Robert Plant is one of the more emotive vocalists I have seen. John Bonham is one of the best drummers I have seen. I mean, this band is just epic. Epic in that they are still around and still being listened to so much some twenty years later. My favorite song of theirs? That's really hard to pin down. I like nearly all of their songs. I'd say the live version of [b]"Stairway To Heaven,"[/b] which is on [i]How the West was Won[/i] was quite amazing. I especially [i]loved[/i] the drawn-out, extremely awesome guitar solo in it. [i]Pixies[/i] are pretty wonderful too. Tony has already said what I would've said about them. I love the lyrics to their songs; how they are so simple and poetic all at once. And their songs just have rhythm. Something you can sing along to and find harmony in and just love. [b]"The Happening"[/b] is definitely my favorite song of theirs if I had to choose one. I also like [i]Nightwish[/i] from what I have heard. They remind me a lot of Evanesence. Especially in that they have a female vocalist. I like them a whole lot more than Evanesence though. They have a more better, harmonic, way with their music. And their vocalist is equally amazing. [b]"Over the Hills and Far Away,"[/b] I like. I also like [b]"Away," "Elvenpath," "Wanderlust," "10th Man Down," "Angels Fall First," [/b] and a whole lot more. They're the band that I recently found, so I've been listening to them a lot recently. Love them. Hm. [i]Tool[/i], of course. They have a really heavy, angry sound. They have a good guitarist, vocalist, and their lyrics are powerful. They remind me a lot of a heavier Led Zeppelin. [b]"Aenema,"[/b] is probably my favorite song of theirs. [i]Queens of the Stoneage[/i] I also like; but I have not heard much of them at all, other than [b]"No One Knows."[/b] I do hope to buy their CD soon though. [i]Pink Floyd[/i]. Definitely one of my favorite bands ever. Just listen to their CD, [b]Wish You Were Here[/b], and you will be utterly amazed. The CD is just awesome. Not the mention [b]The Wall[/b], that CD is amazing too. And [b]The Darkside of The Moon[/b]. Favorite song of theirs? Probably [b]"Shine On You Crazy Diamond."[/b] I like all of the parts to it. And that, I think, is enough for now. O.o[/size]

[size=1]... Ginny. Shy. Sara. Raiha. Charles. James. Tony. Ken. Juu. ...*shrug* *knows he forgets people* I would list some extensive reasons, but I guess I am not in the mood at the moment. But yes. People here have changed me. Spamalicious indeed this post be. Ah well. These people have changed me in small ways, little ways, petty ways, big ways...the list goes on and on.[/size]

[size=1] I would be interested in writing the short story-thingie. *shrug* *will be a contestant if so it would be fathomed*[/size]

[size=1] A rose by any other word would smell just as sweet. That is my opinion on this topic.[/size]

[size=1][b][u]how high we are[/b][/u] we never know how high we are when an eagle soars above our heads only turning its wings to the heavens it is better that it be cold when winter is in my hair and it is better that it be warm when the sun breathes into the air but shooting stars only the eagle says and we never know how high we are like a lost leaf in the december air or a lost love that kisses with care we never know how high we are it's the funny thing of human ways just how we will pet a horse and ride its reigns it's a funny thing of human ways just how we will drive a car and steer its lakes it's a funny thing indeed that eagles see us so below when the trees give us home yet we cannot ever lament that we are sometimes so alone but it isn't a funny thing that the eagles see us so below cawing like a plane never knowing how high we are[/size]

[size=1]the sky isn't always blue when there's an eclipse of the sky and all those faces on this green cry but sometimes i can catch that tear when there's only the sky on my head and i tell them all on this green that i want it to be warm and red sometimes i look at the moon when the sky's not blue i point to the stars but i only see you like a whisp'ring beauty and i wonder how far yet the moon and the stars are over the heads and i wonder so far yet the sun and the sky aren't always over our heads so we cry too soon this succint moon too soon but i do give you adieu [/size]

[size=1] It's this simple: God made a ghost and he named it an angel. But the angel didn't want to be an angel so he took off his wings and became a ghost. And then all the humans heard whispers of something about a ghost, but God told those people they were angels. And then the bad angels were sent down to earth and under the molten hell, but they didn't want to die, so they didn't tell. But then I wonder. And then they tell. That angels are in the ballpark And that they fly so well. But then I wonder If an angel were a ghost And who would tell But god himself up there in his cell *is bored* Angels are angels and ghosts are ghosts. [i]And angel is only a word. It only names something that would be harder to name. And ghosts is only a word. It only names something that would be harder to name.[/i] A rose is smelling but the name is the same The blosom says it loves to have this game So he smiles and says it's all great And how it'd be wonderful if there weren't hate [/size]

[size=1] We are created into conception from the forming of two cells. Before the forming of these two cells can happen, first the cells must undergo a somewhat differing form of mitosis (replication) in order to get the correct number of chromosomes so that we have the needed amount and nothing more or nothing less (I believe it is 46, if I am remembering off the top of my head correctly). These two cells then combine--the sperm cell, and the ovum. Once combined I believe they are called a zygote. (I am not sure. I am remembering right off the top of my head and it has been a while since I have gone over these things. Since Biology class last year.) These two cells are all of much that is needed to make us. They begin replicating over and over and over again until a fetus is made. This all happens without a single touch from a human--other than the mating which happens (like with all other mammals.) It all happens in a predetermined mesh of genes. Of the more potent and larger and standing-out genes, and those which are smaller. This is what makes us. The combination of chemically produced and made DNA/RNA which is the genepool of our bodies. The bitmap of us. But sometimes things go wrong. Things [i]do not happen the way they should and shall[/i]. Things bend themselves, and the process gets all messed up. Someone gets one more chromosome than they need, and BAM, they are totally not what they should have been. Things bend. They overthrow their natures. They overthrow themselves and create something new and different. Natural selection. That theory of Darwin's. That makes wonderful sense. Things that have mutations that are useful survive and continue bending things. What I have said is over my head a bit. Basically, I am trying to say that things are not ever what they seem. You can continue to break down from cell, atom, the other theorized smaller portions. But in the end it will not matter, because the more closer you go into something, the more very complex it will get. Just think about looking at your skin. With our eyes it appears to be just a natural thing. You can't see the cells...but when you go under the microscope, it gets harder to comprehend what you are seeing; harder to comprehend that you are looking at what was your skin. Basically, natures can be bent. Things can change themselves in weird fashions. Chemicals may and I believe are what cause a lot of the emotional mentality within a human. But I bet there's a lot more to it then we'll ever know. We are evolved creatures. These chemicals were built up and made and manufactured in a set way over a builing and building of the different forms of us (if you believe we evolved from some from of ape, which is my belief). But I believe if you were to truly try and understand why these chemicals are released and when and how they are created exactly right down to the smallest little prick you can name it down to, it would be too utterly complex to really tell you much of anything. A garble mess of information. Just look at our DNA structure. We are still not very much far in learning about it too much..it's just massive for how small it is. It's complex. It has its own language. And so on. Basically, knowing isn't really worth it that much. Once you know, then you're too close to becoming something more than human. And even if you know, things have a way of bending themselves. Like the way some people are double-jointed in their fingers and can pull them back all the way. It's the same. Some things are just made special out of mistake. Saying that, let's talk about physics. I believe there was something in Xenosaga which I recall that was about some paradox that if two objects are far apart or something, then it creates a paradox of some sort. I don't know. I didn't understand it too well. But it serves a damn good example. All we know about the way things fall and the way gravity inclinates could be very wrong. Sure, it's been put down into forumlas and things. But think about it. Numbers are only a creation of [i]ours[/i]. They might mean something, but really, all they are is slashes and crosses and dashes. That is all they are. We simply use them as a kind of unfaltered guideline of sorts. Words are the same. Basically, things can bend. I wish I could just imagine what it would be like in a black hole, and to know what is on the other side. Physics says, probably, that it is impossible to manage to survive in one; and also that it's impossible to travel the speed of light or faster. But there are ways to bend things. I have seen it in my own life, in much simpler ways. But things overdo what they're designed to. That's what I think thinking, well, deep thinking is in a way. Overstepping what these chemicals and things that are laid out for us and bending in a way. I don't know. But for the abstract thinking we have, it is much more than just chemicals and signals. Or perhaps it's something more we shall never fully understand. All I know is it doesn't matter to me. I will be long dead before a lot of good and solid new findings are found in science.[/size]

[size=1]Mitchell Grant Smith=The One, who Like God, is a Blacksmith. MGS=TOLGB, when: M=222; G=222; S=222. 666=TOLGB, when: T=111; O=111; L=111; G=222; B=111. 666=666 The statement is true.[/size]

[size=1] Put slashes on things I changed the first time I wrote the poem. *shrug*. Gives it a cool feel.' [b][u]expiration face[/b][/u] say that's a fùnny face all hayed and all grace wonder where he's gone this time that messr. expiration face masterésque painting's a wonderful hue stappeled with the bar code oh will you wear it ambition too? or destiny's natch blue? say hold that pose wonder where he's gone this time that mister expiration face he's gone from you again without a trace maybe if you keep it up as this hue [strike]blue?[/strike] he'll come and be with you he'll come, mr. expiration face, and be with you because you are oh so blue [strike]i love you lovely prisonerhùe[/strike] your hands are so cold on you [/size]

[b][u][size=1]my little pêche[/b][/u] my little [i]pêche[/i] swinging merrily from the tree will you ripen or will you bleed bleed, will you bleed as of late, my little [i]pêche[/i] [i]tengo que[/i] bleed [i]tengo, tengo que[/i] bleed bleed, will you bleed with me as of late, my little [i]pêche[/i] it has been [i]bonjour[/i] and flesh soon the man will surely pick you of all the rest surely, so surely my little [i]pêche[/i] they are picked, as they green picked in little time of little things taken, taken and picked the tree believes so then surely the man shall pick and so surely the man shall smile my little [i]pêche[/i], who is to say who is to bless for you swing merrily, seem, merrily from the tree my little [i]pêche[/i] the rain hits your flesh so who is to say that you ripen or that you shall for man is sure to pick you of all the rest, my little [i]pêche[/i] he is certain to eat you and kiss your flesh[/size]

[size=1] This reminds me...someone on my LJ friend's list posted about their name being unicorn bracelet. They said that the only thing that makes a unicorn a unicorn is its horn. And if it would lose that, then it would no longer be considered different than a horse. It would be normal. As for the drawings. Amazing as always.[/size]

[size=1] Everything is just like a dream, because a dream has an ending in most cases. And our ending is dying, or death is simply the word used to associate with whatever happens when we leave this plain of whatever reality is here. So yes, I quite see everything I have ever seen as just another thing to have and keep until I will die in all eventualities.[/size]

[size=1] I was born in Casper, Wyoming. From there my family has moved about 6 or 7 times, and now I live in Bismarck, North Dakota.[/size]

[size=1][b][u]dead bird[/b][/u] dead bird and they stop and they point the ruffled feathers a mangled head it's just as the same this dead bird with no name bird's wing's also bare like cold steel on its frazzled feather hairs maybe it died a death or may it had it had a breath but all to say is all the same in fame and fain when there's a dead bird with no name [b][u]johhny[/b][/u] johhny all dancing on the jukebox sing dreaming eighties and dancing queen gives a shout down it seems rambling to a sputter and a scream memories are johhny's last friend he eats them and eats his ice cream johhny all down on his hands and knees jiving to the tune of jukebox sing carefree and bubble gum and sticky things first love of that first kiss chew it down with his banana split music is a moment and a moment exists walking the walk of life's twists johnny sits down on his old bed he touches his lips as the music plays and the banana split hangs johnny can't believe how some people forget he finishes the split and touches his leg and he knows there's still that part of him the one dancing to the jukebox sing with a real leg and a real cause to believe falling into bed the bullets hit his head and the explosions are all still there he touches his lips again and puts the pillow over his head drifting off to sleep's dream saying it's not as bad as it seems still that carefree teen the one dancing the dance to that jukebox sing [b][u]clock man's woo[/b][/u] click-clock click-clock i hear the creaking of footprints a hand on an arm dances and swirls what a charm click-clock man's no harm his kiss is a coo cock-a-doodle sing and he dances and he clings cock-a-doodle and leaves with a tilt and good-bye click-clock click-clock his three arms start and again i hear the creaking of footprints again the hands dance and swirl slow,give this girl a whirl she's going ot hurl slow,give this girl a whirl any faster and it's bye-bye world and down and right and left tick-tock click-clock twelve and three five and thirty mes click-clock man's a breeze he's no harm a hand and an arm what a charm coo-coo cock-a-doodle-doo again,alice now his kiss for you his kiss for you cock-a-doodle doo click-clock we-do click-clock his kiss's for you good-bye,see you soon my hand'll be back love you too he's gone as soon hardest little coo creaking-creak he's gone and flew hardest little coo clock man's no fool click-clock click-clock so much to do and i hear him creak-creaking foot-footing square dance-dancing and girl give it a whirl slow now girl,let's give it a whirl let's give it a try click-clock clockity-click tick-tick and i hear the creaking of footprints [b][u]monster[/b][/u] there's some kind of monster in my window in my place he's faceless scarecrow with no face scares away crows that eat taste eats those cockroaches and maggots makes them erased this monster was created one conceptive day he was breathed and sighed in a field of corn where husks were children and raped to be born and i remember it like yesterday saw it from my window right from the shattered-glad glass was scream like a fly slow little buzz-buzzing cry and the corn fell back and died even the sun fell from the sky falling down on slow little buzz-buzzing cry then i heard a sigh the sigh of the dragonflies then with a lust and with a cob the husks all his the juicy slob's god ate his little dipshits entire the seeds all germinating like a choir the beginning and the end and the higher it all was just and all was fire then god raped those that were to be born gave them his own special little cob of corn gave them the faceless monster on their heads telling them that he was real and he should be prayed for at their beds and he's on my head get him out he's creeping through my window coming out said there's some kind of monster faceless scarecrow with no face scares away the crows that eat taste there's some kind of monster in my window in my place [/size]

[size=1] I found that Johhny Depp was the only reason this movie was any good. Sure, I enjoyed the subtle little touches here and there of humor, pirate nomenclature, and all that good stuff..but this movie wasn't anything amazing at all plot-wise. It started out good, but towards the middle and on it just dragged. First off, the fighting scenes, especially the one with the Black Pearl and the other ship, were way too damn long. Stuff like that doesn't need to be as long as it is. Is it furthering the story? Yes. Does it need to be drawn out? No. Do I really care to see an action scene that long? No. Most of this movie was just action. That was the bread and butter, or the crouton o' christ of this movie. And I knew that was going to be there...but I did not feel compelled when all the fighting was going on, and I didn't really care about any of the other characters except for Jack Sparrow (/Johhny Depp) because he was played amazingly well by a very good actor. So basically, I feel this movie was okay..but I was left with a dull and cliche taste in my mouth at the end. I mean, the story was pretty damn predicatable. I knew it was going to end either happily, with frolicking love, or it would end with someone's death (C'pt'n Sparrow's, indeed). Johnny Depp was this movie. It shouldn't have been called Pirates of the who-even-gives-a-crap, it should've been called Johhny Depp, or Captain Jack Sparrow, or somewhere along there. So otherwise, this movie wasn't as great as I thought it was.[/size]

[size=1][b][u]circles[/b][/u] when the twang is a guitar and your hands are freaks you're singled out and the spiders are twin hawks when the sight goes back again and your hands can't see again you're going to a circle in your head and then the spiders are weaving their webs is it too hard to make a show that the truth is given as a moan that you're never going to be good enough well, i will twang my guitar to horse strings and i will let my hands be two freaks on coney island there at that circle i will fly with the spiders that are twin hawks and on that cone i will eat my vanilla ice cream laying on top through my fingers the vanilla will flow until it goes so deep that my fingernails are bleeding then my cuticles will be clean this change that you slip away and you're never going to be good enough so at least you made it show the truth is just the wood on my fence so circle me in my area i'm going in circles and they're freaks not coney island like my hands but clowns with large sneers and noses encouragement isn't in their eyes and i smile at the thought, me failing or dying but long before when i wasn't singled out and my guitar was just yo-yo string i'd send the pain below and i'd be suffocating oxygen leaving and rushing to my head that is a cry of a rush of blood to the head but long before having hurt i'd twang my guitar and write with my blood i'd send the pain down but now i can't feel my chest i'm bleeding and it's not going i can't feel my chest how the light of my hands feels so good in my ears how good it felt to have a liver and the bile is never going to come back so i'll just smile at the thought, me ever feeling anything worth keeping because it'll never be good enough for them or for those faceless faces in their houses i'm going in circles with my hands painting a pen with the lines tracing windy trees and what i'm drawing on the twang of my guitar will never be good enough for me or for anything i ever do so circle my fence those spiders in the hair i feel the sky giving out and all i can do is stare[/size]

[size=1][b][u]city of the faceless[/b][/u] there's hair on all their faces long and curly and black but where are their faces all i see is a hood as the night crick-croaks on from the frogs and the crickets when i pull back the hood i wonder what is there wonder if they have a smile or if their eyes are blue or green like leaves in hair these are the faceless the hand feeds telling in a whisper that their eyes aren't green and they aren't blue like sadness in hair these are the faceless the crickets sing they gather here in the lost where the sky is blue and the angels coarse through their love yous saying please and please as the night crick-croaks on yet all the frogs do is want a kiss from their song lust-love for some prince that's so long gone where do we go nobody knows faceless we all have style and god gives us grace putting a smile upon our faceless face lipstick is red on lips with no face like a blush and a crush on god's grace take the crayon and take the trace it all leads to putting a smile upon our faceless face and god gave you style and gave you grace he put a smile upon your face all the faces on their ground saying they own this land and it's theirs but lips are meant for kisses and murmur not for words that mean nothing in the end this holy land is forever and for a prince that's so long gone this city of faceless that all sacrifice in his name where the crickets sing their lost and the frogs kiss with their faceless lips and all they can say is god gave you style god gave you grace he put a smile upon your face [b][u]walking in the city of the faceless[/b][/u] i was walking in the city of the faceless wondering where the moon's face went and where the sun's smile had gone and left to i've got to tell you the people here are blind i point up to the sky saying there's nothing there and all they do is nod their heads no saying the sun's there fine and the moon's howling with the wolves grand i got to tell how cold it's here in the city of the faceless all the people walk around with their hair all down on their heads saying to me they see fine when i point out they don't have an eye or that they don't have a face that all they are is lips and all they do is nod their heads no saying their eyes are fine but their lips only stare me on and the empty sky says empty and the no moon says he's swiss cheese but these holes are all over and it hurts to see even the shinning sun has gone and left gone green like mold on stale bread yet they all say their eyes see fine that the sun's up there doing his shine i just got to say again the people here are blind never did i know such an empty sea where there's no fish no salmon or walleye to swim but this sky's empty as an empty glass and there isn't much here to do in this city of the faceless one day on this vacation i grabbed this guy's hair with a scratch putting it off his head and to the side i looked into another empty sky no moon and no sun grinning wild at me the guy got all mad as he spoke with his lips it was like a croak as he said and i never got to say it again but the people here are blind i was exiled from the city of the faceless after that and i grinned wild at them like a thorny weed telling them that they can't see telling them how blind they are but all they did was quake their heads in anger their hair falling all down and up in faceless saying i was racist how you can be racist to a smile on a lip i don't know but these faceless were sure mad then so as i walked off i gave their city a kick saying i'd never seen such a wall that was so thick or such a wall where it meant so much that it made me sick and those faceless i've never seen ever since i've been wandering round wondering why i didn't tell them down tell them that i was exiled based on lies and a wall because as i've said those faceless were blind they couldn't see at all [/size]

[size=1] It's not too bad heh. I'd change the cast into casted maybe...but I actually like cast. It's sort of just..odd and cool all at once where it is. Instead of putting the description that: "The purple lenses cast dim purple light in her pupils. " You can change that in the first sentence, so it'd go something like this: "Her blonde hair flowing out of her head in spider tangles, Tabitha Smith pulled her pink sunglasses over her eyes, a dim purple light escaping from her green pupils like a luminescent moon grinning wildly up in the sky. She put her foot down light on the gas pedal, thinking of how much fun it would be to scare the young students up at the Xavier institute. "Go time," she said, grabbing the stick shift. Putting her boot-covered right foot down on the brake, she shifted into drive. And suddenly, like a flashing camera, a familiar voice clambored into her mind like the sharpness of a photograph..." And so on lol. I pretty much re-did a lot of it for you. That should help a lot. Simply look at what I've done. Not that it's the right way to do things...but basically, try to paint a more vivid picture and use better wording to say what you want to say the best. The way I do that is use some cool metaphors. Ones that aren't cliche but make good sense. Or so I hope. Also, I'd stay away from adverbs and adjectives as much as you can. Those are the words that usually end in -ly, or tend to be more than what is needed in a sentence. But, in that second paragraph, this part, "Tabitha looked down into her lap and sighed, then [b]slowly, carefully[/b] pulled out of the driveway of the mansion," actually work well. It gives the sentence this fazed feeling to it, that comma in between them causing that pause. I actually like that effect. Otherwise, what you have is good; I'd like to see what you could do if you continued to improve. Because you certainly can.[/size]

[size=1][b][u]wagon man[/b][/u] what was that i saw was it in the flesh could it touch and could it sigh with the best of me? all i know is what my eyes see and that's nothing maybe i should go back to the used to be because my blood rushes to my head and it fingers me like haunted man on that long tongue tell me is something on your tongue was it in the flesh? you know that in the flesh my head is a mannequin like haunted man on that long tongue can you utter like him? i think not i think you're lost just like us all so can you tell me what was it i saw it said to me that dreams are red wagons like ones i draw with my crayon when it rains and that those wagons carry a toll tell me is something on your tongue was it in the flesh was it what i saw? not to be sure but it's gone like my red wagon i drew it's just that haunted man on that long tongue ride with me then ride with me in the flesh where peach and tan and blush are your crayons where haunted man on long tongue can drawl like rain the spit of our draw so i can tell you now my head is a mannequin and i don't think you can utter like him in the flesh is drawn and ride with me then ride on to never window ride to never window where the man sits with his tongue and the wagon rolls that i drew with the rain[/size]