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I'm 27 years old and I have a BA degree in Sociology. I'm always scriblling away with something or another and I have an open mind to life and enjoy sharing great tales with friends and strangers. That's all for now but you can visit my myspace page, I'm

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Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: My parakeets: 1 of 8

Parakeets are the best pet you can have if you live in a building that only allows small pets, and no dogs. I have two parakeets, Azul and Amarilla, and if you've taken elementary Spanish you probably have a good guess at what colors they are. After a long hard day it's nice to come home and see my feathered friends nuzzling...
Politics, News & Issues > Economic News Does the news media set us up for gasoline price increases?: 2 of 6

The only thing the media doesn't set us up for is unexpected natural disasters or a positive frame of mind. Gas price increases is just a sliver of the bad news that gets implanted in our brains by ditsy puppet reporters who are told to read the cue card and look pretty. If you don't realize that the Oil Industry has a large...
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Daily news (11/17/07): 3 of 5

Today President Bush declared the United States of America not only the center of the planet, but the center of the Universe. In celebration he has labeled today as bring your gun to work day! Finally we can get back at all those communist bastards sneaking into our workplaces. The President is always full of surprises but I...
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Revenge: 15 of 20

Hashish the Clown Johnny Burkes is a boy who loves circuses, he loves clowns, and he especially loves Hashish the Clown. In fact he is quite adamant about his love for Hashish the Clown. Johnny's mother is well aware of this from the posters of Hashish that have become wallpaper in his room. There's also the Hashish notebook...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A fallen world: 129 of 162

Always certain rules to abide by, And towers of structure for life. All that is boiling up to, is leaving us all alone. We're ghost with skin and bones, With heavy faces that hold no tones. Uncanning sense to notice, Whenever we're not around. My apparel seems to be so UN-appealing, And all your thoughts are just for open ai...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Traffic court: 7 of 7

Traffic court Unfortunately I have been to traffic court all together too many times and have learned the ins and outs of the expected mannerism and apparel code that I have only found only exist under the scrutinizing eyes of a bailiff. The bailiff is usually someone who looks like they should be retired and quite possibly ...