random word bank for this evening, actually an o.k. brain warmup(for what I don't know):
tool-usine-charm-frolick-full mask-infinitie-monster-o'neil-natalie-lasvegas-glorifyed-purpose-tulip-ant-sky-jesus-tooth-mango-fiddle-bloody-suspension-whistler-spellingB-night-yarn-flannel-europe-jannet-octa-friend.
I'm so brain dead... on account of-->
Things to do::
1) World Lit essay. Antigone + Nora Helmer
2) Read my translated version of "La Guerre, Yes sir!"(I am actually so pleased to have the precious opportunity of holding such a rare entity that is this particular translated french book. It was a quest like no other, one which involved huge machines of titanium and weathered leather. Beasts that frequently migrate from the dark empress to the light and clearer eternity city of light. These expadentionally different areas have proven to me to be so very different. The man with no arm and native features whispers wisdom through out the dark shadows of what the villagers call AM TEE ES centre. The hollow sound of a lost tiring roaming beasts fill the heart of this infinite of sound. My sack of golden tokens clang and shout in my silk gathering bag. One enormous and intimidating beast slows it's travelling speed to glare me in the eye. A orange spasm of unledgeabal symbols meet me face to face. The fiery crystals of that one pupil, the horrid pupil. My fear matures and gathers like the sweat at the bottom of my everlasting soul. A treacherous screech beacons from this imperious thing, the shine of flame and tarnished metauxs flaunt in my direction. Forsaken life, hellfire purest hatred! Cast this beast away from thee!, Next, the ridiculous happening. Gods breathed the holy angel love into the beast spirit. A savior, the great jaw unhinged and let the heat and light pour out of it's soul. Opening to the dark entities, vulnerable to whoever the universe decides to enter. The name of Zeus still goes untarnished!, Thou hast saved me dear holy king of kings. The warmth of this great beast comes at a certain price. The tokens in my small silk sack are all required. A small sacrifice resulting in pure protection and wholesome transportation from the beast. A simple trade, for godly opportunities.)
3)(DONE THIS), Geo revision, GIVE ME A GOOD MARK. I'm sick of these D's and C's.
4) paint my nailys..=)
5) Call me baay
By god. Thy words cast the very essence of light into my soul. I feel as if I am transformed, the consonants and vowels which your tongue weaves together creates a magnificent silk of unspeakable magical proportions. I drape its fine threads over my unworthy skin and feel my pores scream with delight, every single one. The fabric of your words undulates, ripples as it receives my breath of exaltation.
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