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Geometric shapes--the buildings, the windows. The perspective of the streets. If you look closer, they're not as perfect as they appear or as they are imagined--instead, with the naked eye, you see cracks and broken pieces, ditches and holes scattered along the concrete.
His dry scalp just kept flaking like little pieces of snow. It sprinkled all over the desk, leaving it for the next person to sit down in the disgusting mess. Lice would be worse, but dandruff isn't that much better.
The tank was running right at me. It was big and green, running over hills of dirt and grime, it's bottom tracks cutting through them like butter. I leaped out of the way as it roared past me. I had never been more terrified in my life, and I had lived in the city, where being hit with a car was always a possibility. This was the real deal. This tank was a motherfuckin' crazy killer.
Wow, I've never really thought about this word means, just in the context of how it is placed. "Look at how versatile he is," someone would say. I guess I've never really seen it defined, just figured I knew what it meant. Now I'm gonna have to google it. Thanks for teaching me something today, oneword.com. Not to mention make me feel really dumb.
I just want to simplify my life. Get rid of all of the things that I don't need. I collect dozens of things - anime DVDs, manga, stickers, stuffed animals and the list goes on. When I die, I know no one is going to want to pick up the pieces I leave behind. It'll just be a mess. One man's trash is another man's treasure, but in this case, my treasure is just going to be one big trash pile. Things do not make people happy, despite the illusions money brings us. As a result, I can't understand people who tell me they wish to be buried with their possessions like some egotistical pharaoh.
Triangles inside of a giant triangle. You'd never think this would be useful for real life, but maybe, in its own way, math was trying to get me to focus on the larger picture. It would always be the little details and little triangles I was counting and never the largest one that made it up in the first place. Weird, how math was such a struggle for me and yet it connected to my life so well.
The salesman walked up to the door, with his freshly polished shoes and his mask of a grin. "I'm ready," he said to himself quietly. He shook and shivered from head to toe, warming himself up, trying to get in the mindset. Suitcase in hand, he was ready to advertise his product--and he would make a sale today, even if it killed him.
The sky misted down. I looked up, squinting with curious eyes. However, I quickly learnt that it was not the sky misting, but a small hose above me, greeting me into this water park. There were tall trees and a large arch, welcoming all who entered. It was cool and refreshing, blessing all who entered in as a glittering rainbow phased them through.
I waited for the train to leave. I watched her go. I quietly said nothing as the snow drifted down; my hands in my big, deep pockets. Most romantic scenes would have the man chasing after the girl, telling her he'd eventually find her and he would wait for her, with her returning the same sentiments. But I knew that wasn't the case with us. We'd just broken up and this was the best way to get away from me forever.
I remember in elementary school, my grandmother gave me this little canteen that was covered in buffalo hide with beads strung all around it. She had gone to Arizona and brought back things for her grandchildren. I remember really liking that thing, carrying it all around with me, and feeling all cool with it dangling by my side. I used to fill it with water and would get weird looks from the teachers since they couldn't tell what I was drinking - and it was then I learned kids would fill these kinds of things with alcohol.
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