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do you write? (as a hobby) (pg. 4)
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| SYSTEM-J |
| quote: | Originally posted by MrJiveBoJingles
I did read it, actually. :p |
So where's my red ink? |
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| Lira |
| quote: | Originally posted by MrJiveBoJingles
Your command of written English is better than that of most native speakers.
I would like to read some excerpts in English. |
All right then. I hope I can send you something (and post that thread I promised) sometime next month :) |
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| Krypton |
I write all the time. Mostly, stuff like this...
CLICK
People have made money off me. |
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| woscar |
| quote: | Originally posted by MrJiveBoJingles
What's so funny? |
This
| quote: | Originally posted by Slylee
...more like intimidated to get back into it (writers block)
i have so many books about writing and grammar and how to write a screenplay, etc... |
Is hilarious. Reading psychology books makes her a psychologist and reading books about "writing and grammar" makes her a writer, apparently. So much, as to already experience "writer's block".
What will you want to be tommorrow Jamie? Maybe if you drive a couple of miles to Kennedy Space Center they can give you some bitchin' books on rocket science. |
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| Slylee |
| quote: | Originally posted by woscar
This
Is hilarious. Reading psychology books makes her a psychologist and reading books about "writing and grammar" makes her a writer, apparently. So much, as to already experience "writer's block".
What will you want to be tommorrow Jamie? Maybe if you drive a couple of miles to Kennedy Space Center they can give you some bitchin' books on rocket science. |
lol you still have some sand in your vagina, drama queen. |
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| Moongoose |
| quote: | Originally posted by Slylee
wish i could get motivated to get back into my screenplay. i need some inspiration. |
Try millions and millions of dollars that you will get for selling your screen play. Hows that for motivation. |
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| Lira |
This is getting kind of old already. Besides, if you look it up on Amazon, there are some books published by the Slyest of the Lee:
:D |
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| Lira |
Oh, hey:
Brandão is not my second surname, but it's close enough :D |
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| woscar |
| quote: | Originally posted by Slylee
lol you still have some sand in your vagina, drama queen. |
You're having writer's block right now, aren't you? |
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| Silky Johnson |
| No, you guys don't pick on/attack people/start with anyone AT ALL. Goddamn hypocrites. Lol. |
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| IceColdWater |
at the first dawn to the ending dusks,
even the alleys are filled with life.
yet , all of them lack that specific glow.
without a spark to ignite the flame ,
all goodness is mournfully withered.
though there may only be four corners ,
the key to bliss is carried by the winds ,
never to rest for too long.
and as it goes unfound with aging time ,
it sipons the will in the sword ,
and reduces the ivory cloak to mere scraps.
the contents of the chest it belongs ,
weeps with sorrow during the midnight moon.
as a spark slowly melts away the sacred nylon,
the man seeks the one ,
who may free him from despair's grip ,
and quench the land of the melted wax.
every single lively streets ,
and even the faraway suburbans ,
he scans them with eagles eyes ,
though many are seen , none is familar.
in a sandy white beach ,
sunlight reflects upon the million grains.
he places his feet lightly into them ,
while his eyes hangs down to seek.
maybe the light may have shined into his eyes,
and cause his sight to wander away.
perhaps his feet may have walked too quickly ,
and that single grain remain unfound.
as the stars are blocked by the clouds ,
he wanders aimlessly in foreign lands.
and with the lack of divine grace ,
the angels refuse to play their harp.
fate mocks him cruely ,
as he places his rugged boots away.
it seems to be an endless seek ,
without a river to make the rock flow.
trillion drops of water come from the heavenly skies ,
perhaps that specific one never was meant to fall on his eyes.
even if that specific is crystal clear ,
it may never reach his grip.
but the skies have not shut its doors ,
and drops of water continues to flow out.
maybe as time goes by ,
that specific drop of water ,
may finally reach his eyes,
to remove that invisible barrier to a greater vision.
thus the man stands in the open fields ,
as the heavens pours countless blessing from its cup.
but he will lay his hands ,
on only that specific one.
hundreds of colours fills the fruitful garden.
should he take out his umbrella ,
or stand in the blistering cold?
meh.. |
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| Renzo |
| Yes. I'm currently in the process of writing a screenplay. |
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