ZURGABLE'S “So, do you know the man that owns Zurgable's hardware store at the top of the hill south of town? Of course you do.” A librarian at the Emmitsburg branch library laughs. “I love his patois.”
The pokeball started to shake. It shook three times then Pikachu came out of the pokeball and threw it at you and Johnny. The last thing that you saw was the Pokeball flying at you. One hour in that dreaded prison felt like an eternity for them, but every once in awhile pikachu would enter a battle and you and Johnny would have to fight another pokemon. Pikachu’s collection got so big that he just let you and Johnny go.
It’s been 8 long months since I last saw your darling face. I long to hold you close in my arms one more time. Sadly my dear, that may be the last time I ever embrace you. You see things here in the God-Forbidden trenches are so grotesque that men are dying left and right. They have even resorted to burying them in the walls, making an awful stench.
The foregoing analysis has shown how the slash in Homebody/Kabul has multiple implications, ranging from merely structural issues to political and philosophical questions. On the plot level, the title does, of course, indicate the play’s division into two parts with different settings. But more importantly, the title’s juxtaposition of the two terms simultaneously separated and connected through the slash actually encapsulates some of the play’s central topics: the symbolic and systemic violence inherent in the creation of totalizing boundaries, becoming a tool in an imperialistic struggle for domination; the dependence of a stable hegemonic identity on its difference from a projected (and excluded) homogeneous Other; and, conversely, the questionable nature of the supposed integrity of the self, always already challenged by the heterogeneity of inappropriable alterity.
"Come read the rest of this, honey. " His mother had joined him on the porch. "It's a trip. " The torture chair looked normal in the hours before tea. Madame poured a second cup of tea for herself, and offered to do the same for the visiting luminary.
I am a twenty-three year old mother, full-time student and wife. I have come a long way since my high school years, from a period of inner conflict and lack of motivation to recently receiving an acceptance letter into a very competitive sonography program at the University of Texas School of Health Professions in Houston Texas. I have come to this program to start a career in the field I have always dreamed of being a part of, a dream that began when I was a child playing nurse. Although my interest in the medical field began with nursing, life has taken men through a path that lead me to sonography. Sonography caught my interest at sixteen when I needed a breast exam to diagnose whether I had breast cancer or not
Later I would find out that was not the only reason he worked that god-forsaken job. "Pretty good game huh? " I asked. "I haven't been watching but I've been listening. It sounds like our defense is playing better than they have been," Roman said as he continued to scrape.
Hi my name is Tetanus. But my friends call me Lockjaw mainly because I cause stiffness in the jaw of my host and if I really settle in I can lock it up completely. I’m a tetanus spore; a gram-positive bacillus and I do not need oxygen to survive inside my host. I am a fatal disease but I like to think of myself as a professional killer.
I woke up to the sound of banging on my door. I got up intending to open the door, but swiftly eyed the grandfather clock in my living room. It was only 5 a.m. “Who would come now?” I muttered to myself.
INTRO I have done it. I have brought upon the death of another man! I have blood upon my hands. For that I feel I should have changed but desperation has replaced the sorrow I feel for my actions.
A muddled rain is cascading upon Chicago, the weather seemingly reflecting Ryan Jonesing’s inner monologue. He doesn’t want to be back here, he doesn’t feel at home. He doesn 't really feel at home anywhere anymore. He feels trapped between the two cities, Vegas and Chicago. Neither has much to offer Ryan.
I was scared about talking about it. I get scared facing how much I do actually miss you, so I avoid it, so it doesn 't get communicated, so you think I don 't miss you. and I 'm tired of being scared about this. I came close to slamming my head against a stone today, and it occurred to me then that that could have killed me. or as good as.
@claud, [below]. Last night a good friend of mine came over, for dinner. His name is Doctor Tom Seemoresic. After dinner we sat down, to discuss the news and what was happing on the internet, over coffee and for the Doc., tea. Oh, by the way, Tom is a psychologist.
I a drunk man with a long fellow friend, we were drinking and i of course was already drunk invited him to drink more. We sat and drank all we could, but of course i only focused on me, never looked to see my friend drink. He had told me that a man had insulted me and that my taste for wine was unacceptable in any manner, my drunken mind was angered and wanted to prove my friend that i my taste for wine was the best in the world. He said that he had some “Amontillado” lock away in his safe spot. “Amontillado?”
My clothes are folded neatly on the bed, they smell fresh as if they are this way all the time. I heard them over talking (foster parents) the social worker will be here today. I 'm being placed in another home, another dump I 'm sure. I start packing without being told, I know this routine all too well. I can see the Social Worker pull up in her beat up car, I doubt they pay her a lot of money to come transport me though.
