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Compasses are a great way to help you get around. Sometimes you’re lost in the woods and you’re all like, “Hey where the hell am I, bro?” Then you consult your compass and it’s all like, “You going south.” And I’m like, “Thanks compass, you legit!” “You’re welcome, Terry.”

Posted By Terry On 01.12.2013 @ 12:57 pm

Love them hate them You will never change them Love them You may do what’s never been done

Posted By Terry On 09.23.2012 @ 8:09 am

There were a pile of magazines on the shelf below the glass top of the coffee table. They gave me some kind of clue about the kind of people that came to the villa….

Posted By Terry On 08.29.2012 @ 12:38 pm

I wanted approval from my father and felt I never got it. He was not demonstrative in affection and never complimented or affirmed me in what I did. Bad scene.

Posted By TERRY On 08.11.2012 @ 9:01 pm

auxiliary to the major-my unexpected new role took me into dark new places I had never dreamt existed. Firstly was to arrogance and callousness of out leaders for who the common soldier was a lowly pawn, a chess piece to be reliinquishes to an enemy if it offered adcvantage

Posted By terry On 07.15.2012 @ 3:09 am

I once framed a number of pictures that had been lying in wait to be seen for ages. At the time it was one of the most creative monmentsi I had enjoyed in some time. I did very well, especially on one particular set of extrordinary drawings.

Posted By Terry On 06.17.2012 @ 9:57 pm

the bird must fly from the nest. I see the world moving ever faster the further I get to where I am going even though my destination doesn’t yet exist. Why does the bird chirp so constantly loud?

Posted By Terry On 06.09.2012 @ 2:14 pm

pattern itself doesnt exhibit a reapeating pattern in either its sound or its written form. that isnt to say that it doesnt have a pattern, in fact it has a very strict pattern

Posted By Terry On 03.16.2012 @ 12:16 am

I think that it is impossible to live life without trouble, but I don’t believe in curses, I do though, believe in blessings

Posted By Terry On 02.20.2012 @ 11:57 pm

This presentation is sparkling. Sparkling like the twinkle in my cat’s eye when she sees me coming home. The sparkling in my wife’s hair when we sit beside the fireplace on a cold winter’s evening.

Posted By Terry On 01.11.2012 @ 12:22 pm

This word can mean a unnatural situation. It can refer to a person who does not meet the standards of a certain culture. savage can also mean to be raw or untamed

Posted By Terry On 01.09.2012 @ 12:27 pm

we were in music at 7 am morning.

Posted By Terry On 11.02.2011 @ 8:45 am

the heart will break if there is no hope

Posted By terry On 11.01.2011 @ 8:16 pm

scout, the name of plane in the Game Starcraft…or… scout boyscout?

Posted By Terry On 10.14.2011 @ 6:44 pm

How i feel every day: the universe supplies me with perfect abundance and I am prosperous As a result my family is prosperous. We are enjoying life and being generous sharing the abundance and prosperity we enjoy. Life is funny like that – you only need to feel prosperous to be prosperous.

Posted By Terry On 10.07.2011 @ 8:00 pm

substantive. yes. what is morality really? substantive. unsubstantive. wind on our nose. breaths in the air.

Posted By Terry On 10.05.2011 @ 9:46 am

Niles Capello was famous for his curse Of getting caught in all sorts of peril That is until the port men pulled him out In a flooded wooden barrel

Posted By Terry On 09.23.2011 @ 10:30 am

Starting to realize my mistake. But backing out now is like salt on a wound. I’m sorry…this has to end.

Posted By Terry On 09.02.2011 @ 2:06 pm

Trague waited in a busy district, cars passing him by left and right. There were thousands of other people around him, but Trague had the distinct characteristic of not being there. Sure, his body was there. His fingers were there. So were his toes. But his thoughts? They were somewhere else.

Posted By Terry On 08.20.2011 @ 7:38 pm

Slowly, she pulled the thread through the fabric of the doll. The front of it’s chest had been ripped open, some of the stuffing was falling out. But she didn’t panic. She gently pushed the stuffing back in and sat down, resting the doll on her lap, and slowly worked at patching it up again. She didn’t know the source of the slash, it had happened right before her eyes; but it was ok. As she pulled the open wound closed on the dolls chest, she knew she was doing the same for the man she loved, who was out there somewhere. She told him that she’ll watch out for him, even when he was many miles away. He didn’t fully understand…

Posted By Terry On 08.15.2011 @ 9:26 pm

He watched as the painter dragged the wet paintbrush across the canvas, marking a long streak of the blue. At first it appeared he ruined the painting, striking it across the already painted face of a beautiful woman. But the painter quickly began to work the colour in and it miracoulously worked perfectly. “This really is a spectacular piece.” He finally said. The painter turned his head slightly back in response, but didn’t look back. “Thanks.” He said, continuing on his work. “How long have you been doing this for?” “Oh, all my life pretty much.” He moved around the painter to get a better and closer look at his work. “You ever think about selling your work?” He asked. “No, not really. Besides, I can’t tell if they worked out or not…” “What are you talking about, it’s-” He gasped and took a short step back when he looked at the painter. The painter was blind.

Posted By Terry On 08.08.2011 @ 10:02 am

I felt a chill run down my back like the icy fingertips of the reaper. I frowned, turning slowly and looking around at my other co workers. Something in the air changed, it became tense and quiet. I looked at their faces, searching for the answer that I didn’t possess, but they turned away and continued their work. Then I heard her voice. It was such an irritating voice, I hated it immediately. I briefly wondered if the customers thought the same, why they weren’t immediately walking out of the store. Except she wasn’t their manager…

Posted By Terry On 08.05.2011 @ 6:31 am

It was chaos and confusion. Children were screaming and running, pushing each other out of the way to save themselves. The only light they had came from the cave entrance, at the end of the long tunnel. Freedom was there. Men shouted behind them, demanding them to stop. Peri heard a young girl scream behind her and risked a glance over her shoulder. They were firing crossbows at them, each arrow attached to long ropes. The little one screamed in pain as she was pulled back by the bolt in her back. As she was reeled back, more arrows were fired, snatching the other children. Someone slammed into Peri’s shoulder and caused her to fall back, rocks cutting into her arms. The children trampled over her like a herd of wild animals running from predators. Soon as she could, Peri scrambled to get back to her feet only to feel a hand grab her hair from behind and yank her back. She was kicked over onto her stomach and a foot planted itself on her back. “Hey boss, look at the wings on this one.” The man shouted back. Peri strained her neck, looking over her shoulder to see a larger man walk over. An eyepatch covered his left eye but did little to cover the gruesome scar that ran down his face, pulling his mouth back in a pernament sneer. He knelt down, running his hands across Peri’s feathers. The girl set her jaw and her wing shot up, nailing the man in the side of the face. He stumbled back with a grunt and growled. “Cut ‘em off.” The men laughed then, cruelly grabbing her wings and pinning them down while few others walked over with swords and axes. Peri looked ahead, towards the light. She could see the shapes of the others, escaping out of the tunnel. She struggled but it was futile, the men overpowered her easily. She screamed for help. But she was alone.

Posted By Terry On 07.31.2011 @ 12:50 pm

“She’s out there…somewhere.” “Unless they killed ‘er already.” He turned, giving his brother a dirty look. “That’s my wife you’re talking about.” “Hah,” the older man said, a puff of smoke pushing through his lips around the half gone cigarette, “the woman y’thought yer wife ain’t who y’married. She’s been a two-faced dice t’ya.” “Two-faced coin.” The younger added with a small sigh. “Yea, whatever. Point is, she’s an outlaw. A damn good ‘un too.” The older brother squinted, aimed, and fired. He watched a bird fall from the sky and hit the ground in a small cloud of dust. “No, she left that life. She didn’t tell me about it for a reason.” The younger one frowned. “I have to believe that…” He following the older one across the ground towards the dead bird. “Believe what’cha want. Either way, she’s got a real big hole in ‘er pretty face that she likes to flap around. Probably would have shot her just to shut ‘er up.” “You don’t know her!” “She was my partner in crime for many years, baby brother. Trust me, I know her.” The older brother swooped down and picked up the dead crow by it’s curled claws. He turned to face the younger man, giving a toothy grin. “Now, how about sum dinner?”

Posted By Terry On 06.18.2011 @ 7:47 pm

the time when you love someone fully and unconditionally. You embrace them. Embrace tomorrow because you love yourself and want the best for yourself. embrace is about emotional connection.

Posted By terry On 06.13.2011 @ 5:21 pm

He let out an angry shout as they forced him into the cell, tackling him down onto the bed and restraining his arms. Blood was flowing from his nose, his eyes were wide and crazed. “What is wrong with you?” The man growled, watching through the window of the isolation room as the men fought against him. “Gage is unstable yet you trained him like a soldier?!” “We had it contained. He was following orders-” “So this is just a temper tantrum?” He growled, turning to face the commanding officer. “You put our most powerful weapon in the hands of an unstable! Put him down.” “Sir, I can’t. He knows too much about the others, I cannot risk losing that information.” “Then you better deal with it! This is your problem, not mine! I am not going to get my ass burned for your mistakes.” He glared at the younger man for a moment, hearing Gage scream viciously through the glass. “When I return, I want him to be obedient; I want him to be eating out of your hand! I want to see him domesticated, “Or there will be hell to pay.”

Posted By Terry On 05.21.2011 @ 10:59 am

“Why now? Why all this now?!” He pressed, frowning at the man that stood in front of him. “We’re in the middle of a major job, thousands of dollars are just within our grasp!” “I just need to see all your recent transmissions, that’s all I’m asking for.” Gage said calmly, looking him square in the face. The man’s jaw tightened before he grudgingly passed it over. Gage took it with a nod, glancing over it quickly. “You never answered my question.” The man hissed. “Because there is a hole in your security,” Gage said, quickly taking mental note of the names, locations, and transit numbers, “a mole among us.” “A mole,” his eyes widened, “who?!” Gage looked up at him, feeling the cold metal reassurance pressing against his leg. “Me.”

Posted By Terry On 05.19.2011 @ 12:12 am

The two wires slipped into the hole easily and my tongue poked out with concentration. I felt the top wire graze across the top of the lock. Teasing one at a time, I carefully work through the lock. And at last, I felt that delightful last click, the lock coming loose and turning. I nearly let out a shout of victory but quickly reminded myself the importance of this operation. Top secret, no one could know. Carefully, I turned the door, cracking open the door. Hah, my neighbour could no longer keep me out. I was going to turn down that damn thermostat. And I was going to sleep well tonight.

Posted By Terry On 04.28.2011 @ 8:38 pm

I love coffee shops that offer free wireless. Where you can just sit down in your favourite spot, With your favourite drink, And relax in the lazy atmosphere, With the world at your fingertips.

I’ll have to come here more often.

Posted By Terry On 04.06.2011 @ 1:48 pm

He was strong. Stronger than any normal man; he’s able to bend metal with his bare hands and lift boulders with his finger tips. There was no chain, nor cage or imprisonment that could keep him contained. One strange old man had told him that he was the very habitant of the sun’s strength. The man told him that on the day he was conceived, the sun god had reached down and touched his mother, igniting a small flame within her womb which grew into a child whose strength could not be matched by others. He carried the mark of this act on his arm, a birthmark that scarred in the vague pattern of a sun on his right shoulder. He could not be matched, no one who could overpower him. He could take on the world… But there was something that the sun god could no prepare him for; a single person who seemed to undermine his incredible strength and power. One woman who made him feel weak and helpless, one look from her left him frozen in spot, his skin tingling with sensation, the hair on his arms rising with anticipation. He was strong. But she required a much different sort of strength.

Posted By Terry On 04.05.2011 @ 11:24 pm