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Apr 11, 2010 20:52

show me your inspiration.

Comment this post with a picture that inspires you. It can be an image of anything at all, as long as it inspires you somehow. I'll write a (very) short piece about it for you.

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gradually my comments get more serious glados April 12 2010, 01:32:54 UTC

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televisions April 15 2010, 00:09:29 UTC
When the wind blew, rough and angry, we clung to home for safety and bristled against one another for comfort. We knew we were not for the wind to carry away to foreign lands. We were meant for something higher, something extraordinary. We were destined to depart in a blaze of glory ( ... )

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gooziewoozie April 13 2010, 21:10:45 UTC

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televisions April 17 2010, 02:51:58 UTC
For forty days and forty nights it rained, and it was cold, and she huddled in a corner when she was not attending to her duties. She fed them thrice a day, just as she ate, and cleaned the waste once daily, as ordered. Each of them had their sections to work in, so she was not overwhelmed with tasks to perform, but the tasks were tedious and disheartening. She tired, and her bones began to tire, and after weeks and weeks her soul began to tire with her body.

The wood on which she slept was hard, and she rolled like everyone else did with the churning of the waters below. Their world was rarely calm now, their equilibrium and balance destroyed.

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gooziewoozie April 13 2010, 21:26:23 UTC

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yes I'm still working on these aklsjdfgh televisions May 23 2010, 16:12:09 UTC
His stomach was weak, so he knew it was a bad idea to allow himself to be strapped into the seat next to a too-aggressive friend who meant well but didn't take the bodily weaknesses of others into account. A pretty friend at that, one he was more reluctant than usual to show his vulnerabilities; he wanted to seem to her strong, adventurous. So he swallowed his fears, stilled his stomach, and chatted pleasantly but distractedly with her as their neighbours were buckled into the swings. He hid that he was wondering if the others around them were as nervous as he was, if every set of swings was occupied by one excited rider and one dragged along. Everyone else seemed fine, but he knew how easy teaching one's body to lie could be ( ... )

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gooziewoozie April 13 2010, 21:26:43 UTC

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i'll stop here haha gooziewoozie April 13 2010, 21:31:35 UTC

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