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I want to live forever in memory, I want forever to live in me.
I want eternity to hold me through the night, I want endlessness to wrap me in its warmth.
I want to exist 1000 years from now, in strangers I have only seen in my dreams.
I want to impact people, I have not yet met, who know me intimately because of my art, my expression, my words, my ideas, my vision. I want to be the inspiration for other artists, just lik

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I think a lot of people don’t realize how much these sorts of dehumanizing experiences can affect

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Vida.Life tests you sometimes. It throws you so hard onto the ground, you can't feel anything but pain, taste anything but blood, or see anything clearly because of your teared-up eyes.
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Life is the teacher, preacher, the abuser, and the user, but it is you that decides how to deal with it all.
Life sits idly by, watching you walk across the universe, it throws obstacles along your path to see how tough you really are, how much you really want somet

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Six-Word-Story: Theme WhimsyMagical are the paths we follow.

Six Word Story: Word TimeThe flux of time changes everything.

Does Morality Have a Place in the Modern World?

Many are confused as to the above question. Others are apathetic. What does the Bible really teach on the matter? Please see my May 17th journal entry, and have your Bible ready!

John 8:31,32

1001 AR Quotes - No.2Animals can communicate quite well. And they do. And generally speaking, they are ignored.

~Alice Walker

Happy I was shoveling the pancake gently off the pan with my spatula when the idea came to me. An automatic response to my ever non-coherent thoughts, though comprehension of my mind had always been impossible. It was merely the need to fill an empty void tucked away into the bottom of my pockets that existed simply for the chance to store away answers. It was always interesting to see what others came up with when I popped that question mark into thin air, even if that question mark never normally made it past their ears.

I glanced to the left, where the little girl sat there, fiddling with her new and improved iPhone -- the latest of the entir

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Mañana lloverá y por ello sigo al sol.
-Fragmento de una canción que disfruto mucho.

Un sombrío túnel sin señales de luz dentro de este, es un camino que toda persona debe recorrer en algún paso de su vida, uno usualmente llega a entrar a este sendero de sombras y penumbra al terminar la infancia por si sola (o al menos se da cuanta cuando termina esta etapa) ya que uno de niño es feliz por la imaginación que produce y le rodea, no es difícil para u

1001 AR Quotes - No.1The wild, cruel animal is not behind the bars of a cage. He is in front of it.

Gun Control is Bullshit. Look What it's doing.A student was suspended for eating a poptart into the shape of a gun:
[link]
Really? A "Future" terrorist?

A student was suspended because he had a picture of a gun on his laptop background:
[link]
What's going on here?

A student was suspended for "thinking" about a gun.
[link]
HOW CAN THEY KNOW WHAT HE WAS THINKING?
"I just knew he was thinking about a gun."

A 16 year old student is suspended for wrestling a loaded revolver away from a kid who intended to shoot other kids.
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Sorry guys, I was wrong, I should have let him shoot your asses, that would have been the right thing to do.

A KINDER-GARDENER WAS SUSPENDED FOR A BUBBLE GUN:

The failure of the Cosmological argumentI haven´t written anything in a while, so I decided to write this both as a mental exercise and because my watchers are probably wondering if I´m still alive :). But it’s also something important I want to give my thoughts on.

We’ve all heard of the cosmological argument, one of, if not the, most common arguments for the existence of a god. For those who don’t know, this is how the argument goes:

1. Every finite and contingent being has a cause.
2. A causal loop cannot exist.
3. A causal chain cannot be of infinite length.
4. Therefore, a First Cause (or something that is not an effect) must exist.

The first problem lies

That Big Blue SkyI sit for many a night to contemplate my right to grasp tight
the knowledge I hold dear to me. I see people tossing their thoughts
at subjects frought with usleness or lack of reason. I thought I
had fought for the same reasons as others studied with me, instead
I feel treason is a leading sting to bring even the greatest of temples down.
Yet here I sit upon my window, doing what feels like nothing to stop the
poison running through my veins travelling to my brain. It drives me
to the brink as my mind begins to shrink and insanity steps into reality.
The depravity I surround myself with to try but justify it's helpful existence.
But even as I sit here with mysteries of secrets swirling and twirling in my mind,
I crack a knowing smile that even as I sit here and try I cannot break the wonder
of that big blue sky....

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by *TheMadMulatto, May 26, 2011, 12:48:28 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Philosophical

His cool approaches, light and tickle-floppy
were like a room full of crisp wet lettuce when I didn't want anything to eat
so I took my clothes off and rolled around in it instead- sweating onions.
Lazy.
Laying face up, I was blowing at the big veiny leaves I'd laid over my eyes
which I found could absorb fever!
Babbleage cabbage
... and it waved away all the thoughts that were not of him.
I saw things through shady emerald eyes as winds came to curl at my sides.

I started thinking about cheese sandwiches.
I wanted to be one.
Then I got up and wrote a poem about all the things I needed squeezed from my filthy pores.

I missed my fevers.
Foiled.
I was well on my way to dying and here comes this truck load of medicinal dew.
Instead, I lived
like a striped, white caterpillar wet with promises of chewy greens to bite and fuzzy wings by night.
Cocooned in a room spun of resolving and evolving life.

Patchy Catchby *TheMadMulatto

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Bugs seem oblivious to things bigger than themselves,
but they see you, alright.

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Cavern hands

Only cool the brows

Of January brash dashers

Away

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Never touched

By any

But my only

By reined in

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*TheMadMulatto Mar 5, 2012

It seems suiting we'd both have massive iron pianos
to bang out the melody of mineral and mass that cannot be destroyed.
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-thank you for that.
thank you for this.

~jochanaan Jul 30, 2011

Reading this a couple months after the fact, I'd say you had "it"--baaaaad!

*TheMadMulatto Aug 26, 2011

Hahhah! Yeah... I was feeling it from head to toe.

~RequiemsandReveries Jul 22, 2011

"Laying face up, I was blowing at the big veiny leaves I'd laid over my eyes
which I found could absorb fever!"
Wow, this whole thing it wow

*TheMadMulatto Jul 23, 2011

Hee! I'm glad you got it. Pleased you commented, as well!

*AlisonBlue Jun 3, 2011 Student Writer

you corner the market on transformation with this one, happy little caterpillar.
I want to take a picture of it and press it between crisp, wet lettuce leaves.

*TheMadMulatto Jun 4, 2011

Thanks

I like that!

*TazPoltorak May 30, 2011 Professional General Artist

This has got to be my new all-time favourite! I love the imagery, and it grabs your attention from the first lines. A room full of crisp lettuce is ace!

*TheMadMulatto May 30, 2011

The image struck me whilst thinking about my love
and the rest just kinda wrote itself.

VERY happy you like this!

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