Mitch

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Way too many facts. That's what graphics are for. I found that I knew most of the facts you said about depression anyways, so I had to force myself to read through some of the more boring parts of it. And mainly, also, you aren't exactly really telling the story of this person's depression. There isn't even an anecdote I can pick out of this story, and there really isn't much that I found interesting as a reader. Beh. Just ignore me.[/color][/size][/font]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by James [/i] [B][color=#808080]Yes! Me too! ---> ^_^; EDIT: Here it is: [img]http://mywebpage.netscape.com/NumeralOneLoser/makaranim2.gif[/img] *continues laughing for days on end*[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Well, that made my laugh. [It should be in your sig [i]right now[/i], heh] As for the banner, it's okay. I don't like it, but I do in some ways.[/color][/size][/font]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Semjaza Azazel [/i] [B]In less than a week, I've found out that I'm neither "intelligent" or respected. Wonderful. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Same here, Tony. I like it, it's something new and fresh rather than your seemingly repetitive other graphics things that seem to look the same all of the time.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] I wasn't surprised, disturbed, or anything otherwise by seeing Manson like so many others in this thread seem to have. Tony, this is totally awesome. I can't point out much that could be changed, and that right there's saying a lot. What's also saying a lot is that you're going to revise it again. I can't believe that, that's what I call devotion, or something near it. I can't wait to see more.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] The meaning and humor of this banner somewhere precedes me. To tell you the truth, I thought it was Weh's signature I was looking at when I first saw it..[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] I'm a physical whimp. But my mind I suppose is pretty intelligent, or I am as a whole. So I could care less about being physically strong. Mentally is where I'm at all of the time.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] I have that feeling all of the time.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Shy, these are great, lol. I'm with Sar; you don't know how long I stared at this thing. So much variety, I love it. The guy in the top left corner looks like Elton John, or, I guess he reminds me of him; those glasses and all. They remind of my Doug, too. I still remember that cartoon, hm. I really like it. Omar does have to be the coolest character ever. Who wouldn't say so? It'd be cool if you'd also post some of your comics. :)[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Your intentions are good with this thread, but I don't really find it that relevant. To any true writer, they've already seen this stuff. I myself don't really follow a set pattern when I write a story or whatever. I just go with it. I don't think it's really right to say that writing stories has to have a beginning and an end; it's just not the way I like the see things. I like there to be almost no rules, and to do what comes naturally, not what someone's said. So I don't think there's much left to say in this thread; so, saying so, I shall close it.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1] I wrote this last night. If it offends you, it does to me, too. Don't post here just saying that what I've written is so wrong and that I should be condemned, or whatever, eh. This stuff happens, and, as a matter of fact, it interests me to try and understand someone's motive in something like this. It's really rough, and I have lots to move around and change and such.[/size] [center][size=3]...[/center][/size] [size=1]"Tell me that you love me," I say. I look at her, and she looks at me. "Tell me." A tear rolls down her baby-puff cheeks. It shimmers and rolls down. And I want to slap her. I want to see her bleed. Do you think me mad? Then you're just like all those rest; just like those that don't understand. I may be mad; I may be insane; I may be crazy; but, after a time, would you care to put me in your skin? Would you care to actually wear my mind, actually hear what I hear; feel what I fell. Would you? I didn't think so, but at least I can try to put you in my skin. If there's one thing I've learned, everything has a motive. Don't you agree? It's quite a beautiful thing, it really is. And I do want to slap her. I do want to see her bleed. When that tear rolls down that late evening in our packed trailer, I do want to slap her. I want to see her bleed. To think, after all, that all I want to hear is three simple, so very simple, words. I love you. I love you. How often has someone said that to you, and it actually meant something to you? Next to never, yes, I hear you thinking that. It's the same to me; it means nothing. Except in a few moments. So why should it be so hard to say those simple words? Why? It makes me so angry. It makes me so mad. I just want her to say those simple words. I know they don't mean anything to her, and I don't know why this time she can't just say it. She has every other time. But when I look at her face, I can tell there's something different. That tear that ran down? It has, how shall I say, it has a dead feeling to it. Yes. A dead feeling. Like there's nothing left to feel but a vile and vehement hate of me. I take her small, so pretty hand. I rub it. "It's all right. It's all right, now, please. Please," I move closer to her, bend down on my knees, and whisper in her ear, "Please. Tell me. Tell me that you love me." More tears fall down her cheeks. And in my mind, I can feel something breaking. But, I hold it in. I've done it before. I may be mad, but I still have something in my mind speaking, whispering. So I hold on, I bend over again, I whisper in her ear. "Tell me that you love me. Now. Daddie's running out of patience. Tell me." The tears now start going like a rain storm of mud. My eye begins to twitch; it does this when I'm holding everything in like I am then. I feel like a blooded animal; I just want to beat her to a pulp. How selfish some people are, aren't they? My own daughter, she couldn't even tell me three simple words that she'd been saying all of her life to me Three words that don't even mean anything, really, when she says them. My hand goes into a tight fist. My eye now is almost twitching at a constant rate. But still, I'm holding it in. But for how long? I ask her, again, as quiet and as conserved as I can. "Tell daddy you love him. Then we can get this over with. Don't you want that?" Her whole body trembles, and, ever so slowly, her mouth opens into a small slit. It comes out like a rancid sore, like a beating and malleted bloody pulp. "I love you." I immediately take my hand from her shoulder, and as I do, I kiss her neck very slightly with the nape of my tongue. The skin is soft, delicious. And after leaving her neck, I let out a genuine smile. "I love you too." Her face now looks at me with what seems to me to be obstinance. But, seeing it back in my mind, it's not that; it's fear. Fear. And it's the same face she's given me every time we've gotten this far. And every time, at this moment, I pause. And I do this time. I pause, I collect my thoughts. I'm thinking how terrible I am, how completely wrong this is. But I can't help it, I can't help it. The voices are too strong; and, my desire. My desire's too strong. Perhaps this pause is my last try at stopping where I've gone. Besides it, it's all in vain. Have you ever felt desire? Have you ever felt a need to have something, a deep and delving want? That's what I felt like, and I feel right now as I remember this. It's overpowering. My entire body just shakes with it. And the voices too shake with it, and their tone is of upmost importance and telling. They're screaming. They're wailing. It's like a thousand hailstones all hitting my head at once. I constant pat and pat of rape, incest, desire, want. My entire body shakes with it. I lick my teeth with the tip of my tongue. A visceral, sexual tango inside my mouth. The taste is sweet. Like nothing that I've ever tasted before, yet have so many times. I grab her, rap her around me like a human coat. I can feel her heart, its beats are quick and fast. Like the hard and cunning run of a siren allaying its last calls. Like the quick and rapping knock of someone's bony knuckles on a hollow door. I breathe in a deep, purely sexually charged vent. The voices are even louder than before, and my desire, my desire is even stronger too; I shake with it. I place my hand down her denim jeans and feel the soft cushion of her behind. By this time, she is, of course, struggling. She's pulling her arms to and fro, kicking her legs like mad. But, of course, her muscles are puny. And I, being a full grown man, am easily able to contain her stemmed movement and actions. I let her do this for awhile, I let her fight me. I find joy in it, as I squeeze her buttocks and watch her squirm like a bug. It feels good. It's like watching fire burn for a pyromaniac. It's beautiful and rhythmic. Incestuous. As she dwindles in her resistance, my arousal begins to grow more and more. And, eventually, everything thereafter becomes just a blur. She begins to scream. It goes about and around the dense trailer like the pitch of an owl's stark "who." I take my hand from her buttocks, gently and slow, and begin to take off her shirt. I do it slowly; in a smooth and uncertain fashion. [/size][/color]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Ooh. Spunk-ay. I like it, yet, will this liking relationship go any farther?[/color][/size][/font]

[size=1][b][u]I'm Cold Tonight[/b][/u] In the forest there The wood and the trees Found you found the cold breeze I feel cold tonight I really feel cold tonight The wood and the trees Seems I could die Just freeze You can't see out here at all I feel as I walk That I could just fall I feel as I walk That I could just roll up And die That I could just fall As I fly In the forest there The woods and the trees I'm standing here Walking to nothing I'm putting it all together Putting it all away Feel like I could die Just freeze today I'm really cold tonight My heart isn't feeling free I'm cold And I feel the breeze[/size]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] [b][u]I'm Cold Tonight[/b][/u] In the forest there The wood and the trees Found you found the cold breeze I feel cold tonight I really feel cold tonight The wood and the trees Seems I could die Just freeze You can't see out here at all I feel as I walk That I could just fall I feel as I walk That I could just roll up And die That I could just fall As I fly In the forest there The woods and the trees I'm standing here Walking to nothing I'm putting it all together Putting it all away Feel like I could die Just freeze today I'm really cold tonight My heart isn't feeling free I'm cold And I feel the breeze[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] That's amazing, Sara. Amazing. That's all I can say.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] I really like it. At first glance, I didn't like the grid; of course, though, that changed after looking at it as a whole for awhile. The little gradient blue effect you have going on in the grid makes the grid work for me. And the image itself is pretty nice, the Gotenks one. So I'd say well done; I'm always a sucker for blue.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] It's a tad better; fresher; newer. But deep down it's the same thing. Again. You shouldn't be bothered to change your style. I may not like it anymore, but you know, Kenhi, what really matters? Deep down, the only thing that really matters is that [i]you[/i] like it. Catch me? It's okay to me..[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] I really like it. The colors--the blues and whites--mix together really well. And it isn't overdone or overused in any fashion. It just fits together. Really nice. And of course, I love blue, heh.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] But Jeh, blood is blue. :p I for one like the red tips; red's always been a good color to me, and it's always symbolized a lot to me. Anger; love; hate; antipathy; rancor; and, of course, blood. As Ginny said, you can't touch his hair; keep it like it is![/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] It's your character from that story, heh. You have talent as an artist it appears. Pretty much what Sar said. Looks good otherwise.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] I love it. It reminds me of a harlequin in some small, precise features; and, also, it reminds me of those japanese ladie things. Like the one Jamesy had for his avatar. I don't know their name, but yeah. His face looks like it has that white tinge to it. Like he's really gaunt and dilapidated or something. At least that's what I get. He also reminds me of Sephiroth in some fashions, too. Especially his sword; don't forget the hair, either. Overall, I love it. Tarragon looks like him and I'd get along well together.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] It's okay. To tell you the truth, it really doesn't catch my eye or anything; and, also, it seems to me to look almost exactly like every other thing in close proximity to other things you've posted that're just effects like this. I'm getting tired of it. I guess your style's just losing its luster to me, I don't know. It's just okay. I don't love it; I don't hate it.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Really good. Some of the lines in there are just [i]wow[/i], hehe. Your grammar's near perfect in here. Except for one thing. It's just beaten into me, so ignore me, or something. 'Alright' should be 'All right.' Small, I know. But I've seen so many people make that mistake, I used to, too. It's in par with people saying alot instead of a lot. And things. Very good. Mitch wants more.[/color][/size][/font]

[size=1] Thanks a lot Asphy. I really do think it turned out well, too. Here's another I just wrote. Not spectacular or anything, but it's something. [b][u]Just Walking[/b][/u] I was walking Just along Cement and sun Nothing else around I was looking at the ground Came on it and almost stopped Almost turned around But I was walking Just along Cement and sun Nothing else around So kept going Four letter word was scrawled there I was looking on the ground Guess something else was around Heart was drawn on the cement Wanted to erase it and lament I came on it and almost stopped Four letter word scrawled there I was walking Just along Saw a girl Saw her twirling in the sun Wanted to know her name But the planet hit the sun I was walking Just along Saw a daughter And a father They were hugging the stars Wanted to know their names But the stars hit the sun I was walking Just along Cement and sun Nothing else around But I had to look at the ground See it there scribbled white and down Heart was drawn on the cement Wanted to erase it and forget Four letter word scribbled there Wanted to know her name Was sick of charades Wanted to erase it and forget But the cement hit my foot So kept going[/size]

[size=1]This poem I just wrote a bit ago. It really happened in part. It came to me while I was walking, I was looking at the ground, and I saw the heart and the word, and it just stuck in my mind. So as I was walking, I kept saying in my head [i]I was walking, just along[/i], keeping the thought in my mind. And I then wrote this when I got home. It's not amazing or anything, but it's something, hehe. [b][u]Just Walking[/b][/u] I was walking Just along Cement and sun Nothing else around I was looking at the ground Came on it and almost stopped Almost turned around But I was walking Just along Cement and sun Nothing else around So kept going Four letter word was scrawled there I was looking on the ground Guess something else was around Heart was drawn on the cement Wanted to erase it and lament I came on it and almost stopped Four letter word scrawled there I was walking Just along Saw a girl Saw her twirling in the sun Wanted to know her name But the planet hit the sun I was walking Just along Saw a daughter And a father They were hugging the stars Wanted to know their names But the stars hit the sun I was walking Just along Cement and sun Nothing else around But I had to look at the ground See it there scribbled white and down Heart was drawn on the cement Wanted to erase it and forget Four letter word scribbled there Wanted to know her name Was sick of charades Wanted to erase it and forget But the cement hit my foot So kept going[/size]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] I'd love to see this movie; seems right up my alley. Is it in theaters, or is it out on video, or what? This is certainly worth checking out, heh. I like movies that are all about things like this. That are really allegorical and actually mean something.[/color][/size][/font]