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Tuesday, 08 February 2011
Heavy metal was drifting through the stores of the mall. Loud screaming was echoing throughout the crowd. There was a mosh pit located at the front of the stage. All the lights of the mall were dimmed and it was really humid. No one was really paying attention to the stores that were open they were all distracted by the enticing chaos the band was creating. It’s like the band was hypnotizing the surrounding audience. As the lead singer was screaming into the mic, the crowd of people started jumping up and down not minding who or what the bumped and shoved into. The whole audience was a mosh pit.
“This is the perfect time for me to make my move”, he thought.
“She’s all alone and everyone is distracted by the band”
At the back of the crowd by the exit was a young girl about sixteen, she was standing by herself waiting for her brother to come pick her up from the mall. He was already 35 minutes late.
“How long is he planning on taking? It’s already dark!” She said to herself.
She walked outside to check the parking lot.
He saw this, and he squeezed his way through the crowd to make it to the exit. She was walking down the sidewalk along the mall, and he kept his distance. He didn’t want to act suspicious. As he kept his eyes on her he walked to his car and pulled up silently behind the girl. He left the engine running and quietly got out of the car, he smiled to himself. He walked up behind her as she turned around she saw him walking up fast behind her. She let out a scream and started to run. She didn’t get far, he was right on her heels. He grabbed hold of her arm and yanked her to the ground. She screamed even louder and he told her to shut up no one is going to hear her over the music. She wouldn’t stop struggling so he cocked his fist back and gave her a few hard blows to the head until she was unconscious. He threw her in his trunk and drove off.
After a 30 minute drive, he pulled into a dark alley and stopped behind a low business restaurant. He opened the trunk and smiled down at his prize. He took a glance around the place and picked her up and carried her into the back doors of the restaurant. He carried her down to the cooler where the restaurants food is kept, and placed her on a chair and started to tie her up. Then he stuffed a bandana in her mouth and duct taped it to hold it in. He then walked back up stairs and into the small apartment he lived in above the restaurant. He got undressed and jumped into the shower.
Her eyes opened and it didn’t take her long for her eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room she was in. She looked around and with a sob realized what was going on. She tried to move her arms but they were held back from the rope. She then tried to kick her legs out but those too were held back from the tight rope around her ankles. She was in a freezer room full of frozen food the restaurant stored down there. She let out a muffled scream and started to cry.
He quickly got dressed into comfortable clothes and whistled to himself as he walked down to the storage cooler. He opened the door and saw that she was conscious. He sobs were worse now that she saw the guy who did this to her. He walked into the room and shut the door behind him. He took a few steps towards her and she choked on her sobs. He ripped the duct tape off her mouth and she screamed, “Why are you doing this to me!” He laughed to himself and didn’t say anything. He walked around her, taking look at her, at his trophy. “I’ve been watching you, you know. When you came into my restaurant a few weeks ago with your friends, I couldn’t stop looking at you. And ever since then, I’ve been following you, watching what friends you hang out with, what you do after school, who you’re dating, even what time you have dinner with your family.
”What the hell is your problem? Are you some sort of sick freak!” she screamed. “Who the hell does that? Let me go I want to be let go now, please take me home to my parents. Please I want to see my mom. PLEASE TAKE ME HOME!” she shouted.
“I’m sorry but I can’t do that. I got you, your mine now. I’ve wanted you for a long time now and now I finally have you. I never want to let you go… Tiffany.” He said in a monotone voice.
“How do you know my name” she cried.
“Like I said, Tiffany, I’ve been watching you.” He replied.
He walked up to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t be mad at me Tiffany, I just want everything to work out between us.” With that he left her there sitting in the dark.
It was early the next morning, when she was awaken by someone rubbing her shoulders. “Wake up Tiffany, wake up it’s the morning.” He said.
She opened her eyes and saw him standing there in front of her. She so badly wanted to kick him in the balls but she was still tied up.
“Ill get you something to eat in a few, you know I am the manager of this restaurant.” He said.
He walked out and left her. Ten minutes later he came back down with a plate of food and untied her hands to where she could use them to eat, but they were still somewhat tied up. Then he said to her, "When I come back down, I want your food to be finished okay sweetheart?" and with that he walked out of the door.
She listened closely for his footsteps to walk down the hall and close the door behind him. She threw her food aside, and started trying to untie her hands. After a few minutes of struggling, she had the rope untied from her hands. She had just got it untied from her legs when she heard the door opening down the hall. "Shit, he’s going to kill me." she thought. He walked in and saw that her hands and legs were untied.
"What the hell is this? What the hell are you trying to do here? “he screamed. He walked up to her and smacked her across the side of the face. “Your not going to leave me, there is no way I’m ever going to let you go.” He said.
She tried to get up and run but he shoved her against the wall and she hit her head hard. She fell to the ground and he kicked her in the face, her nose started bleeding and he screamed, “I don’t want to do this to you, I don’t like hurting you, how do you think I feel doing this to you?” and he kicked her in the face again. “I have a restaurant to get back to. It was open 5 minutes ago.” He walked out of the room and slammed the door behind him.
She laid there in her own pool of blood, her clothing soaking it up. Her head hurt too much to even try to stand up, even trying to sit up was hard enough. An hour passed and she heard footsteps coming towards the door, knowing it was going to be him again; she steadied herself for another one of his lash outs of him beating her. The door opened slowly and her eyed met with a man about in his early 20’s in an apron and the restaurants attire, he just stood there staring at her not aware of why he was seeing this. He took a step towards her and she said,
“Please help me.” He then ran to her side, and tried to lift her up.
“Who did this to you? Why are you here?” he asked.
“He did, the guy, the owner." she said. He helped her up and sat her in the chair.
“Please get me out of here, he’s going to get me.” She cried. So he lifted her up and put her over his shoulder. As he was about to walk out of the door, the door swung open hitting him. “What the hell are you doing down here Rick, you should be cooking right now not down here. I’m sorry you had to see this Rick.” He said and swung his fist back at him. Rick dodged out of the way and shoved him against the food crates.
“Run!” he said to her. “Down the hall to the left.” She ran with all the strength she could muster up and ran down the hall and out the door to the left. She busted out of the doors and wound up in the middle of the diner. Everyone gasped and one of the police officer who was eating there ran up to her. I’m fine, go down to the storage room. The officer went through the doors and ran down the hall, following the loud commotion he heard at the end of the hall. He ran into the room and saw two workers fighting. He pulled out his gun and yelled at them both to stop. They looked up and stopped. The officer yelled at them both to lay on the ground with their hands behind their heads. They listened to what he said and he hand cuffed both of them.
“Now, get on your feet and I’m going to take you both up to the diner.” He said. He walked them up and they entered the diner. As he called for back up, and an ambulance, he put the owner in the back of the car and kept Rick out to question him. Rick told the officer all that happened while the ambulance arrived and was tending to Tiffany. Her parents were called and they met up with her at the hospital.
Its now one month later and the restaurant owner is sitting in court, it’s almost time for them to prove him guilty, or not guilty. Five minutes later, the call out that he is proven guilty, and is to serve 18 years in the state prison. Court is dismissed.
Monday, 11 October 2010
Sugar Tit
Plot:
The story starts off with the main character, Giddy, taking care of her blind father. Then her father starts complaining about how he thinks her husband, Jack, is unfaithful and worthless. The story continues with Giddy and her husband, Jack, attending a large, very sophisticated social gathering at Jack’s boss, Paula’s mansion. Paula was the manager of a crayon company and Jack was her main sales man. About half way through the story Giddy starts to notice that Jack and Paula seem just a little too close. And as the night progresses and the more they drink the closer Jack and Paula become. Giddy can’t help but doubt that her husband isn’t the faithful man that she had argued with her father about that very morning. When they arrive home after the party problems arise when Giddy and Jack begin to argue about the affair that Jack eventually confesses with Paula. Shortly after the party Paula discovers the problems that the affair has caused and ends up calling the affair off and firing Jack. The very next morning after jack had been fired; Giddy awakes to find her husband dead in their bed. The main conflict that occurred in the story was the argument between the couple and the result of suicide.
Setting:
The time is never actually stated but I have reason to believe that it is somewhere in the early twentieth century because it never discusses any modern day technology except the fact that the drive home in a car and I also believe that it takes place somewhere in England. Most of the story takes place at Paula’s mansion during a huge social gathering with Jack’s co-workers. The fact that they spend the majority of the time at Paula’s house helps set the mood that Giddy is feeling. Since they are at her husband’s mistress’s home leaves Giddy feeling uneasy and very uncomfortable. It also sets the mood between Jack and Paula. Although, I didn’t recognize any specific use of symbolism in the setting besides the fact that it set the main character’s mood. It seemed more focused on how the characters were feeling and not so much on the surroundings. The story doesn’t really have any gaps in the time until after the argument between Giddy and Jack and then it jumps to when Jack gets fired and then soon commits suicide the following day after getting dumped and fired.
Character:
There are only two round characters in “Sugar Tit.” They are Giddy and her husband, Jack. The story is mainly focused on Giddy and what she is feeling throughout the entire story. Giddy plays the wife of an unfaithful man and the daughter of a blind man, who finds out about her husbands affair at her husband’s mistress’s social gathering that takes place at her house. Jack is Giddy’s unfaithful husband who takes his wife to his mistress’s house and drinks a little too much and exposes his affair with his boss, which causes a huge argument between him and Giddy. Even though Jack is unfaithful it still seems that he has great feelings for her and the author even states “Jack is very fond of Giddy but he is madly in love with Paula.” And the story ends with Jack killing himself after his mistress breaks off the affair and fires him from her crayon business. On the other hand, there are also only two flat characters, Giddy’s father, who doesn’t have a name and Jack’s mistress and boss, Paula. Giddy’s father is at the very beginning of the story complaining about Jack and him being unfaithful and worthless and that is the end of Giddy’s father’s role. Paula doesn’t actually have an actual role because she doesn’t ever have any dialog or anything like that but she is talked about a lot and the story does take place at her home. Also she is cause of all the conflict.
Style:
The mood that the author sets is very tense. Although the story does not start out that way, it starts out in more of an easy going mood and as the story progresses gets more and more tense until finally ending with a suicide. The author uses simple words to describe the story and the mood that he or she has set, even though there were a couple words that seemed a little out dated which suggests that it may be an older story. But it seems that the author didn’t really have an opinion on the situation. Giddy didn’t seem too upset to find her husband dead either which makes believe that the author didn’t necessarily want that to be the main focus on the story. The author also didn’t seem to pick either side whether it is Giddy’s or Jack’s side.
Classification:
I think that the theme that the author is going for is “Things are always what they seem.” I have reason to think that because at the beginning of the story she thinks that her and her husband are completely in love and that her father has no idea what he is talking about when he tells her that he thinks that Jack is unfaithful and worthless. But later in the story we find out that Jack is indeed unfaithful. Although, that doesn’t necessarily mean that he doesn’t love Giddy. He just is in love with Paula and loves Giddy as the story states “Jack is very fond of Giddy but he is madly in love with Paula.” Also, throughout the entire story you would have never thought that Jack would ever consider killing himself, but the story ends with him committing suicide. Throughout the story Jack seems very happy and full of life and that nothing could bring him down but the story ends quite on the contraire.
Tuesday, 05 October 2010
Transients in Arcadia vocab lesson:
- Pg.138 Adirondocks- group of mountains in NE, NY.
- Pg.138 Superflous- Being beyond what is required or sufficient.
- Pg.138 Caravansary- An inn built around a large court for caravans at night, in near or far east.
- Pg.139 Umbrageous- Easily offended or irritated.
- Pg.139 Pellucid- Admitting the passage of light, transperant or translucent.
- Pg.140 Purlieus- Outskirts, piece of land on the edge of the forest.
- Transients- Temporary guest, existing briefly.
- Arcadia- Any real or imaginary place offering peace and simplicity.
Analyzing Fiction
*Plot:
Transients in Arcadia is about a women who registers as a guest at Hotel Lotus on Broadway, as “Mme. Heloise D’ Arcy Beaumont.” Her stay was only a week long an everyday she kept up with the same routine. Every night when she went to dinner she wore the same beautiful red evening gown. On the third day of her stay a Mr. Farrington registers at the hotel, as a couple days goes on they met one another and attract. They begin to get to know each other, or so they thought. The final evening of Madame Beaumont’s stay she confesses to Mr. Farrington.
“I want to tell you something. I’m going to leave before breakfast in the morning, because I’ve got to go back to my work. I’m behind the hosiery counter at Casey’s Mammoth Store, and my vacation’s up at eight o’ clock tomorrow. That paper dollar is the last cent I’ll see till I draw my eight dollars salary next Saturday night. I’ve been saving my wages for a year just for this vacation. I wanted to spend one week like a lady if I never do another one. I wanted to live on the best and be waited on and ring bells for things just like rich folks do. Now I’ve done it, and I’ve had the happiest time I ever expect to have in my life.” -Pg.142
“This dress I’ve got on it’s the only one I have that’s fit to wear; I bought from O’Dowd & Levinsky on the installment plan. Seventy-five dollars is the price, and it was made to measure. I paid $10 down, and they’re to collect $1 a week till it’s paid for. That’s all I have to say Mr. Farrington, except that my real name is Mamie Siviter instead of Madame Beaumont.” -Pg.142
Mr. Farrington had pulled out a small book like checkbook and began writing. He told Madame Beaumont about how he has been a collector for O’Dowd & Levinsky for three years. He handed her a receipt and collected her dollar. “Say, Mame, how about a trip to Coney Saturday night on the boat? Pg.143 She beamed with excitement. Expecting this gentleman to lose all interest in her, he only wants to get to know her more.
*Setting:
The story takes place in northeastern New York, a high class city. The time was probably 1920's-40's. Most people during this time period were high class and very proper. People that didn't make much money were considered low-class and lived a completely opposite life style. This influenced the characters in the story alot. Madame Beaumont had saved up her wages for a whole year to stay at the hotel for one week and live like a "High class lady". When the author describes the setting he uses alot of detail and metaphors. While describing the hotel he says, "Its rooms are finished in a low temperature" Pg.138. He uses alot of symbolism in his descriptions. Also the author has good quality in the timing with his actions in the story. He is good at keeping the reader interested enough to continue and keep on reading for more action.
*Characters:
Madame Beaumont and Mr. Farrington are the main characters in the story. Madame Beaumont is really named Mamie Siviter, a low-class woman who works behind the hosiery counter at Casey's Mammoth store. She acts as a high-class lady wearing a pricy evening gown to dinner every night and being waited on by everyone around her. She was living the life of a wealthy proper woman and taking advantage of it all. Mr. Farrington was what appeared to be a fine gentleman. Madame believed he could only be attracted a true lady. Mr. Farrington's real name is Jimmy McManus, a middle-class single male. He had been a collecter for O Dowd & Levinsky for many years and knew about Madame's $1 a week payments to pay off her evening dress she wore to dinner every night. He was a caring and thoughtful gentlemen. The minor charcaters in the story would be the hotel staff, and other guests registered at the Hotel Lotus. These characters aren't foils, none of the characters in the story prevent another character from some type of success.
*Style:
The author uses alot of description in his writing, creating an image in the readers mind as they read the story. The vocabulary is proper english, the setting is taken place in New York which creates a style of language. This language is a New Yorker accent from the 1920's-40's time zone. Also the author produces the story in Madame Beaumonts point of view. This tells us what Madame not only does in the story, but also what she is thinking through out the story.
*Classification:
The true meaning in the story was describing someones desire to live a wealthy and care-free life style, being waited on and a peaceful enviroment. A life that was not there's, a dream. Even if only for a week, costing up to a years worth of saving your wages. Mamie Siviter registers at the Lotus Hotel as Madame Beaumont, a made up woman who was wealthy and loved. "Bell boys fought for the honor of answering her ring." Pg.139 This made Madame an "entourage of perfection", in the perspective of others around her.
Friday, 01 October 2010
This is now my senior year at Choice Alternative High, i'm starting the year with a few points shy of 13 credits. Right now i'm attending in Choice's "Day Program", six hours a day four days out of the week. My daily schedule consists of Integrated Science, Lit. Studies, Geometry, English 91/92, Health, and Senior Math. So far this year i have been giving school alot of effort. I'm trying to do my best and pass every class, plus earn extra credit. This is what i have to maintain if i want to reach my goal of being apart of the graduating class of 2011. I intend to move into the "Contract Based Education Program" by the begining of November. Doing this will make it possible for me to earn credits at my own pace, allowing me to move quicker then a seven class periods a day kind of schedule.
I have configured a plan that i believe is suitable for living up to my intentions to finish my senior year with the required credit to graduate. As of now i need to earn 8 credits by June. Not only do i have to complete my credits but also complete and present a Senior project to the Choice staff and students. Right now i'm completing one term in the day program to reach 14 credits and begin attending the "CBE" program. After completing a little over a six-week term my chances of earning the remainder of my credit independently by graduation are becoming more an more realistic. With only thirty weeks remaining i would need to earn 1.539 credits every six weeks. I have to stay focused and motivated to make sure and live up to the standards i have set for myself and my education. I Am now brainstorming a reasonable topic to present a well-quality project. While i continue my current schedule i intend to complete the senior project rubric. It would be nice to present my senior proposal within the next nine weeks.
As i attend school on my own schedule i can apply for a job and hopefully begin working part-time. School will still remain my number one priority and recieve full focus. I would like to try and save up most of my income and invest in buying a car. Being able to depend on myself for transportation will make a big impact on being able to complete everything that i need to accomplish. From here i could only improve my life more and more a step at a time.
As time goes by i'm becoming older requiring me to take the skills i have been practicing all these years and put them into actions. I am expected to make an impression and succeed as a well-rounded role model for others. Responsiblities are now being assigned to me as a adult. I don't want to let myself down as well as my family. It's time to grow up and start making a life of your own. I'm dipping my way into the world of adulthood and hoping that i won't fall under and mistaken my ability to depend on myself to live a successfull life.
Wednesday, 22 September 2010
Goal 1: To learn how to create better characters.
Goal 2: To learn how to use better dialogue.
From
- Characters Will Create Your Story
- Making Your Characters Work for You and Your Story
Wednesday, 22 September 2010
BOOK: Writers Inc
AUTHOR: Sebranek/ Kemper/Meyer
CONTENTS:Creative Writing
- Descriptive Writing
- eyewitness Account
- Interview Report
- Profile Writing
Notes:
Preview
- Story Writing
- Playwriting
- Assessment Rubric
- Poetry Writing
- Assessment Rubric
Story Writing- it offten begins with a question
- Getting Started...you looking for a biggining to your story. think of things you have done that could start your story. the bad and good about those things can be the ideas of the story line or plot.
- Focusing Your Efforts... next with a main point organize your thoughts for writing.
Wednesday, 22 September 2010
GOALS:
#1: I want my stories/writing to be more discriptive.
#2: I want to be able to have better word choice and sentence fluency.
#3: I want to work on my grammer.
MY GOAL:
I want my stories/writing to be more descriptive.
TASK:
Take a subject, a situation, a story that is hard for you to talk about, and write about it. Write slowly, evenly, in a measured way. Don’t skip over any part of it. It might take you several days, a week, a month to right out the whole thing. Continue to work on it everyday until it is finished. Include the colors, the smells, and the time of day.
(I think that this task fits in perfect with my goal. Because it talks about including colors, smells and the time of day. So this is the task that I am going to try.)
PART OF MY BOOK THAT APPLIES:
Be specific- Not car, but Cadillac. Not fruit, but apple. Not bird, but crow. Not a codependent, neurotic man, but Harry, who runs to open the refrigerator for his wife, thinking she wants an apple, when she is actually headed for the gas stove to light her cigarette. Get below the label and be specific to the person.
MY WRITING:
So it was a normal Monday afternoon. Mom was sitting on our couch, I don’t understand what it is about that couch that every one loves. Because coming from me it’s the ugliest couch ever. It had all different types of fabric on it. Some was yellow, some blue, some of them even had different patterns on it. Like Flowers, polka dots. It was just very unattractive. It just irritated me when people would sit on it. But back to mom she was sitting on this ugly couch play the play station. Emilee my sister was sitting on the floor playing with her Barbie dolls. Aaric my brother was taking a nap in his crib. John my dad was getting ready to leave for work once our aunt Mariann got there. I was sitting in the rocking chair watching my mom play Spyro because it was so entertaining.
When we heard the knock on the door that’s when we knew it was time for dad to go. But we also knew that meant our aunt Mariann was there. We loved her so much she treated us so nice. But the one thing that we loved more than anything was her long, flowing, black hair. Me and my sister loved to play with it. You know? We would braid it, brush it, and all the other things you can do with hair. She would sit on the floor while Emilee and I sat on the hideous couch. We would always get sad when 5 O’ clock came around because that meant that dad and aunt Mariann had to leave. But there was something different about this time. Because no one in the house knew that this would be the last time we would see Mariann.
When they walked out the door we all continued what we were doing before Mariann showed up. Mom soon got up to fix Emilee and I some top ramen chicken flavor. Emilee started to whine and mom nor did I know what was wrong with her. But as time went on we figured out what it was. We heard the sirens clear as day. For some reason my sister didn’t like sirens of any kind and she could hear them when other people couldn’t. the sirens stopped after a few so Emilee and I started to eat our top ramen.
About an hour later the phone rang the caller ID said that it was my uncle James. As soon as my mom answered the phone her facial expression changed. It went from happy and excited to sad and ready to cry. When she hung up the phone she made my sister and I hurry and eat our ramen, and then get our socks and shoes on.
Wednesday, 22 September 2010
There are not very many things that are going right in my life at the moment but if I have to choose four things that bring me joy, I would have to pick my daughter, Serenity, my boyfriend and babys dad, Mickey, my family, and my friends. I choose my daughter, Serenity because she changed my life around completly. I got bad into drugs when I was younger and was drinking alot but, the day I found out I was pregnant I quit. I started seeing the better things in life. She is four months and twenty one days old today. Everytime I'm having a rough day, I just pick her up and play with her and it's like her smiles just takes everything away. Shes amazing and was a miracle baby! She pulled me through. Mickey is one amazing person. We got together 2 years ago on September 6, 2008! We have had our rough times but, we always pulled through. I don't know where I would be without him. He helped me through alot of crazy stuff. We made a beautiful little girl and he is a great father! We just recently got back together from a break up of three months because, I was screwing off and drinking alot and left him for stupid stuff for awhile until I realized what I was doing and really thought about what I wanted out of life and he was still there! He can always make me smile. Now my family is a different story. Theres alot of us and it gets pretty crazy at times. Of course we argue and sometimes even fight, as do all families, but when it comes down to it were always there for eachother. "Blood is thicker then water" is a big thing with us. It's always family first. I am closest with my oldest sister, Lea, my dad, Frank, and my neice, Caylee. Lea raised me, my mom left when I was eight months old and Lea has taken care of me ever since. We recently got into a house together and things are great. She always has great advice. My dad and I may not be to close anymore but, that guy has always been there for me no matter what. Always there for a helping hand, no matter what stupid stuff I have done.My neice, Caylee, is only 1 year and 5 months old but, she loves me. Everytime I see her she yells my name and smiles. She is always making me laugh. She has a great personality for a 1 year old. Lastly, is my friends. Since Summer I have been hanging out with Goldie, Rosa, and Sam tough. We have had some crazy times! From partying to life issues their there to talk to. They always know how to make me have a good time no matter what kind of mood I am in. My life is filled with many great people but, I have to say the four people that really affect me and bring joy to my life would have to be my daughter, my boyfriend, my family, and my friends.
Tuesday, 21 September 2010
  in both pictures both girls are in truble and they look scared and you can see the pain and worry thing there eyes also in both pictures it seems like the person hold them up is men. in "Black mask" the girl looks like she has no chance and in "Detective" it lookis like she only has to sing something but you never no it could be the complete oppiset. if they ever met i think would talka about what happend to them and how it made them feel and what they did to get out and what the did to get in to the truble and the pain that they went through. in the "detective" it seems like the girl is being forced to sign something it could be that she has to sign something over or even something to agrey to something. in the "black mask" it kinda seems like she is being kiddnapped or maybe just killed but you never no unles you read them you could never judg a book by the cover. it seems in both that the man is the domenint one eather i think the writer fells men a better or the just work better.in the picturea you can see both girls look different one fancy other work but you dont know if they act the same or not.
Monday, 20 September 2010
The world is beautifully, colorfully and magnificently put together. like the sky and the clouds, the clouds go into the sky like missing puzzle pieces and there is not one place, not one tiny little place that they don’t belong. There is another place where it is still a mysterious place we still don’t know a lot about. Space even though we know the stars fit magnificently we don’t know what’s all out there, I mean what about creatures, are there truly any out there. What about what people say about them. Do they really just sit there watching us like we are rats? Do they takes us into there crafts and do things to us? If so what do they do? And if what they say is true, they also say the erase our memories and make it so we feel nothing has happened. If that is so then how do we truly know? Do they look how we think they look? For most of us we think they have green skin, if so is it slimy, smooth, sticky, or does it feel like ours? We think they have big far set apart eyes, is there two maybe even three, do they blink, if they do blink do they blink like us or do they vertical? What, what are they like? Do they understand what we say? These are questions most of us ask. That’s way to much to think of. The world and universe are filled with much more things. Weird things like platypuses. even bigfoot. Ether way you think of it there is nothing you can do about what they are like, what they look like or anything like that.
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