Ok peoples time to gather ideas for a Christmas story. We can either write it all together or we could gather ideas and I could just write it down. So I would give credit to everyone, no matter what way we decide to do it. Because we all would've written it. So let me know which way you think is better and put down some ideas. I think that this is going to be fun. I already got one approval, one person and you know who you are, said that it would be fun. So come on lets do it!!
I AM AIMING FOR AT LEAST 100 COMMENTS ON IDEAS PEOPLE COME ON LETS MOVE IT I AM RECRUITING SO WRITE DOWM AN
IDEA SO FAR THE ONLY PERSON WHO HAS GIVEN ME IDEAS IS:
*AUBERNE' ANCALIMON
*I_AM_BEE
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P.S. I WILL PUT YOUR NAME UP THERE WHEN YOU'VE WRITTEN A COMMENT THAT IS A STORY IDEA. It would be nice to get the ideas in before Christmas people so come on move it!!!
50,000 Shoes
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
The Tale Of The Chalky Gum From My Tattoo Gum Collecting Days
Ok.
When I was in PNG.
My 6th grade year I made a couple of new mk friends -because they were not there the year before.
Any wayz so with the one friend I will call her G. just cause.
So we started to collect those temporary tattoos, and they just happened to be from gum.
On the center-an enclosed space with many houses, it had a fence around it- there was a small store to buy a few groceries and they did have candy yes, for all of you candy lovers who were wondering, so we bought our supply of tattoo gum there. Funny thing was the gum was awful and it had the texture of chalk, you had to chew it for a very long time before it tasted like it was even gum. So my friend and I opened the gum up and took the tattoos from it because we were collecting them and threw the chalky gum into a zip lock bag.
One day at school we had the gum, and no we weren't chewing it in class, a couple of the guys in our class asked if they could have it and we said " sure you can have it, take it all!"
Why am I telling you this story? Because my mom got some candy corn from some one and I say that it tastes weird and has a funny texture and my mom said that it tastes good , but has a weird texture, but then I said it tastes like the tattoo gum from PNG. You've got to chew it for a very long time before it tastes like gum, and its rather chalky!!
Hope that you get some enjoyment out of my little tale.
And if it gets you laughing just think of
Chalky gum, that you have to chew for a very long time before it tastes like it is really gum.
Laugh on it is the best medicine.
When I was in PNG.
My 6th grade year I made a couple of new mk friends -because they were not there the year before.
Any wayz so with the one friend I will call her G. just cause.
So we started to collect those temporary tattoos, and they just happened to be from gum.
On the center-an enclosed space with many houses, it had a fence around it- there was a small store to buy a few groceries and they did have candy yes, for all of you candy lovers who were wondering, so we bought our supply of tattoo gum there. Funny thing was the gum was awful and it had the texture of chalk, you had to chew it for a very long time before it tasted like it was even gum. So my friend and I opened the gum up and took the tattoos from it because we were collecting them and threw the chalky gum into a zip lock bag.
One day at school we had the gum, and no we weren't chewing it in class, a couple of the guys in our class asked if they could have it and we said " sure you can have it, take it all!"
Why am I telling you this story? Because my mom got some candy corn from some one and I say that it tastes weird and has a funny texture and my mom said that it tastes good , but has a weird texture, but then I said it tastes like the tattoo gum from PNG. You've got to chew it for a very long time before it tastes like gum, and its rather chalky!!
Hope that you get some enjoyment out of my little tale.
And if it gets you laughing just think of
Chalky gum, that you have to chew for a very long time before it tastes like it is really gum.
Laugh on it is the best medicine.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
More Poetic Thoughts: and overload of poetry
The Breeches of Summer
I am left alone in the breeches of
Summer, the falling leaves
and snow of
Autumn and Winter;
But when you walk by and see me there
I am no longer alone
But through the next Spring,
Summer, Autumn, and Winter
Even through years ahead I will
Have a friend through
Thick and Thin.
Written Feb. 4, 2007
Gloomy Day
The gloomy Monday
Is a realist
When in Winter's drizzle.
It makes me think of
a song...
It makes me think of a far away place...
It makes me wish
That it was a rainy
Day, on another day,
In another place
Far Far Away.
Written on some October Day, a Monday, of this year
123
123,
The winners are called...
Called up to the podium
3rd in the world of BRONZE
Is announced first
Then next in the rank is
SILVER 2nd,
And as the tension builds
There is a rush of silence and
Finally FIRST, and he middle
Stage are claimed by the
Champion with the GOLD.
I was inspired to write this poem(the one above) by the color of some gel pens that
I had received for my birthday this year. the 3rd and BRONZE were of the color suggested, the SILVER 2nd were of their color suggested, and the FIRST and GOLD were also of there color suggested.
Written Oct. 20, 2007
The Painting That I Dreamed About
The silver moon
Shines on the lake
That glimmers with
Blue Crystals.
As we watch from
The arching bridge
That catches the
Array and glimmer
Of all that surrounds it.
A white crane glides past
Us with the under side
Of its plumage shining
In a blue array of shimmer
And the top of the magical
Moment bird shines with a
Silver so unreal
It is as if, in this moment
We are in a dream.
Not just the dream
Of the moment, but one that
Will last till my memory loses itself
Completely.
Then and there the
Magical crane freezes
As my artwork of these two
Friends is made into a dream
Of worlds
Between realism and
Impressionistic.
The freezing lasts as I
Sign my name at the bottom
Of a dream.
I travel to this dream
Frequently.
I travel to it when I feel
Like being in between those
Two worlds of art.
The silver moon
And the water of
Blue impressionism shine
and glue themselves to the
Bridge, to the path of these
Two friends.
I wrote that poem at night while listening to Bebo Norman- a Christian artist.
Written Oct. 20, 2007
Green are the lily pads
In the start of spring
Surrounded by all the other
Bright and cheerful colors that
Signify the start of new life.
Purple & dark & new are the orchids.
Pink with pastels all around in
The garden.
Red in its lightness abound in a
Boutique of roses.
Silver in tint are many a thing
But mainly the clouds up in the
Sky.
Blue is every where,
Abounding in the water
And in the massive expanse above us
Not just there, but always in the flowers that grow in the garden and
Wild out in the field.
Written Oct. 21, 2007
Too many ideas, but you must develop them.
Don't worry I have two more poems or for others
sorry but I still have more.
The Past
As I look into the past
Into the history of our free nation....
I wonder
What if
The year 1771 hadn't occurred
What if
Those horrors hadn't happened
What if
Blood hadn't been shed
What if
There hadn't been Loyalist's and
Rebel's, but instead just people
With no decided titles
That would decide their fate.
What if
God had let peace reign on
This globe....
And war no longer existed,
But that it had never
Happened.
Peace like this will come
One day, but now with
Us as imperfect sinful
Human-beings it will never
Come to pass.
Omly in the end
When the one reigning
Is God supreme
Instead of our cruel,
Imperfect, sinful hearts.
One day when
The Past is no longer a
War torn country,
But a perfect place where peace
in God's kingdom reigns supreme.
Written some Wed. , I believe, in Oct. on the way home from Costco and Ikea
Half A Perfect Sphere
Half a perfect sphere exists,
It is like the top of a clear globe
In the day its blue shines through
The puffy whites that gather under it,
That is its attitude considered happy
For a brightness golden yellow inhabits
There far away from us.
But in its angry horrid mood
The puffy whites change quite a bit
Into gray puffy sadness filled with
A gift to us below.
And as it falls it quenches the thirsty
Dry ground,
And darkens the sod below...
There is one more time that it changes
And that is when the golden yellow sets
Between the landscapes beyond,
The blue changing to darkness
And up coming the silver bright
And multicolored diamonds one and all.
Written Oct. 28, 2007
Can you tell what the last pome is about?
I enjoy writing poems they are so much fun...
I hope you enjoy writing them and reading them.
As much as I do.
I am left alone in the breeches of
Summer, the falling leaves
and snow of
Autumn and Winter;
But when you walk by and see me there
I am no longer alone
But through the next Spring,
Summer, Autumn, and Winter
Even through years ahead I will
Have a friend through
Thick and Thin.
Written Feb. 4, 2007
Gloomy Day
The gloomy Monday
Is a realist
When in Winter's drizzle.
It makes me think of
a song...
It makes me think of a far away place...
It makes me wish
That it was a rainy
Day, on another day,
In another place
Far Far Away.
Written on some October Day, a Monday, of this year
123
123,
The winners are called...
Called up to the podium
3rd in the world of BRONZE
Is announced first
Then next in the rank is
SILVER 2nd,
And as the tension builds
There is a rush of silence and
Finally FIRST, and he middle
Stage are claimed by the
Champion with the GOLD.
I was inspired to write this poem(the one above) by the color of some gel pens that
I had received for my birthday this year. the 3rd and BRONZE were of the color suggested, the SILVER 2nd were of their color suggested, and the FIRST and GOLD were also of there color suggested.
Written Oct. 20, 2007
The Painting That I Dreamed About
The silver moon
Shines on the lake
That glimmers with
Blue Crystals.
As we watch from
The arching bridge
That catches the
Array and glimmer
Of all that surrounds it.
A white crane glides past
Us with the under side
Of its plumage shining
In a blue array of shimmer
And the top of the magical
Moment bird shines with a
Silver so unreal
It is as if, in this moment
We are in a dream.
Not just the dream
Of the moment, but one that
Will last till my memory loses itself
Completely.
Then and there the
Magical crane freezes
As my artwork of these two
Friends is made into a dream
Of worlds
Between realism and
Impressionistic.
The freezing lasts as I
Sign my name at the bottom
Of a dream.
I travel to this dream
Frequently.
I travel to it when I feel
Like being in between those
Two worlds of art.
The silver moon
And the water of
Blue impressionism shine
and glue themselves to the
Bridge, to the path of these
Two friends.
I wrote that poem at night while listening to Bebo Norman- a Christian artist.
Written Oct. 20, 2007
Green are the lily pads
In the start of spring
Surrounded by all the other
Bright and cheerful colors that
Signify the start of new life.
Purple & dark & new are the orchids.
Pink with pastels all around in
The garden.
Red in its lightness abound in a
Boutique of roses.
Silver in tint are many a thing
But mainly the clouds up in the
Sky.
Blue is every where,
Abounding in the water
And in the massive expanse above us
Not just there, but always in the flowers that grow in the garden and
Wild out in the field.
Written Oct. 21, 2007
Too many ideas, but you must develop them.
Don't worry I have two more poems or for others
sorry but I still have more.
The Past
As I look into the past
Into the history of our free nation....
I wonder
What if
The year 1771 hadn't occurred
What if
Those horrors hadn't happened
What if
Blood hadn't been shed
What if
There hadn't been Loyalist's and
Rebel's, but instead just people
With no decided titles
That would decide their fate.
What if
God had let peace reign on
This globe....
And war no longer existed,
But that it had never
Happened.
Peace like this will come
One day, but now with
Us as imperfect sinful
Human-beings it will never
Come to pass.
Omly in the end
When the one reigning
Is God supreme
Instead of our cruel,
Imperfect, sinful hearts.
One day when
The Past is no longer a
War torn country,
But a perfect place where peace
in God's kingdom reigns supreme.
Written some Wed. , I believe, in Oct. on the way home from Costco and Ikea
Half A Perfect Sphere
Half a perfect sphere exists,
It is like the top of a clear globe
In the day its blue shines through
The puffy whites that gather under it,
That is its attitude considered happy
For a brightness golden yellow inhabits
There far away from us.
But in its angry horrid mood
The puffy whites change quite a bit
Into gray puffy sadness filled with
A gift to us below.
And as it falls it quenches the thirsty
Dry ground,
And darkens the sod below...
There is one more time that it changes
And that is when the golden yellow sets
Between the landscapes beyond,
The blue changing to darkness
And up coming the silver bright
And multicolored diamonds one and all.
Written Oct. 28, 2007
Can you tell what the last pome is about?
I enjoy writing poems they are so much fun...
I hope you enjoy writing them and reading them.
As much as I do.
Friday, November 9, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
PREPARE TO LAUGH
Here it is the news:
a secret project is under way and will arrive soon!!!!
Wait for it become addicted, watch for it!!!
It is coming soon.
It is a comic strip of Random proportions:
It is called
Random Thoughts From A Randomly Developed Mind
So really be prepared to laugh.
Get ready the cheesiness is coming soon.
The Random Thought Team From Random Comics Inc.,
#1 and #2
a secret project is under way and will arrive soon!!!!
Wait for it become addicted, watch for it!!!
It is coming soon.
It is a comic strip of Random proportions:
It is called
Random Thoughts From A Randomly Developed Mind
So really be prepared to laugh.
Get ready the cheesiness is coming soon.
The Random Thought Team From Random Comics Inc.,
#1 and #2
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