I believeI don’t care for religion, but I’m not an atheist.
I believe that labels aren't for our moral beliefs.
I believe that the world should be governed by prayer, not religion.
I believe that we all have our gods, those things that we believe and entrust with our hopes and dreams.
I believe that, when left free, humanity falls into place where it should.
I believe in ego.
I believe that if a person wants to be at their best they need to help themselves first.
I believe that selfish comes before selfless.
I believe in truth.
I believe in systems.
I believe in the world.
I believe in myself.
I am not an atheist, for I believe.
Cyra AndrewsName:Cyra Andrews
Personality:dark, dry humored, a loner, calm, isn't easily scares, doesn't do well with people, can be very kind or very mean depending on her mood, has a second personality which is very mean, sarcastic, crazy, blood thirsty. Her second personality comes out when she is under a lot of stress.
Appearance: Black cut off Ramones T shirt. guys long, wide, and worn black pants covered with belts, chains, and big pockets. leather combat boots. has a biker jacket for colder weather. Short red/brown layered hair (past her ears). Grey/green eyes. Scars on her arms from restraints. Intricate star tattoo on her middle back. Carries a big hiking backpack as well as a harness pack on her thigh. she carries also a bow and arrows and a long hunting knife. she wears a necklace with one black and one white bead on it so others know she is neutral to the Rebel and Main camp.
History: Was in a insane asylum until the earthquake colaps
Yesterday: EdwardThis dream started like before, except I had fallen asleep early, the clock read ten at night. I know it takes him a few minutes to reach this room so I played with the instruments. Playing 'Yesterday' (The Beatles) on a beautiful french horn there. I closed my eyes, getting into playing this song and enjoying the mood it gave to this dream. When I reached the middle part of it Edward soft lips brushed my neck, I jumped a little, startled.
"Dammit Edward" I said through a big smile.
He laughed and looked at the clock, "Someone was a little enthusiastic."
I pushed him playfully, getting up to put the instruments away. He followed, looking through all of the ones that I had out.
"You play all of these?" he frowned.
"Yeah, which ones can you play?"
"Huh?" he was surprised.
"You mean you've been stuck in my head for so long and never learned to play anything?" I said playfully mocking him.
He crossed his arms, blushing a little of embarrassment.
"I did try you know but not everybody
Meeting Edward: The First DreamWhen he first came to me it was in a room of white walls, shelves and posters of everything I like, and a big grey bed in the center, I lay on it on my own for a while looking about the room and playing with the instruments there. Then a door opened silently and he came in,and sat next to me on the bed, I was frightened by him at first, he was pale and strong with messy brown hair and caramel colored eyes.
"Who are you?" I asked shyly
"The love from another life." His voice was clear as a bell and soft as velvet.
"Where are we?"
"In your dreams, the only place I can find you, for now atleast."
"What do you mean by 'for now'?"
"I'm just a tiny remnant of the love someone gave you in your past life, someone else will hold the other half, your soul mate."
I nodded while pulling everything together in my head, A clock on the wall read four in the morning, I didn't have much time left here, just four hours. He did the same, some sadness and longing appeared in his eyes, it was heartbreaking
Notes To self: 6-27-13Have you ever had dreams that were so good that you cried when you woke up from them.
Which made me think, what if every time you were born and you cry it was because your last life was so good you didn't want to leave it behind.
A Name and A Face: Trailer 1I sat there. My cell rang, and there it was. A face and a place, no names or times. A gun in my hand, the trigger soft with wear. I took a train to him, finding him on the platform, he was looking for me. When hks eyes met mine he began to run, yet no fear could be seen in him, only an urgency that would be difficult to stop. He was skilled, it was obvious he had similar training to me, he seemed older than me, 30 or so.
I cornered him on the top of a building, the far off sound of traffic echoed below us. I held the gun between us, he took a step toward the ledge. I didn't say anything but he smiled when my eyes widened.
“ You're not completely lost then?” He said softly.
“Its always that first shot that sounds the loudest.”
He spread his arms out and fell off of the ledge, I didn't need to look off of the ledge to know he was dead, the screams of women were enough. I sent the report to headqua
WWYT: It's Tasting Time with Mykanワッショイであります！ I'm back with another installment of What Were You Thinking? Now with 20% More Mykan.
I make this to help decent, understanding people understand me further… and to further show off the stupidity of my haters (Especially you W.T)
When Mykan says “decent, understanding people”, he means people who haven’t read his ED article and / or Project After’s mocks of his stories. Also, projecting much?
Some people think that fan fiction is a mirror of real life, that’s only slightly true, but some people (Like my haters) stoop so low, they think that fan fiction is a projection of what you actually wish to do in real life, or it depicts how you behave in real life.
No, fanfiction is a hobby, because people have a life; not that I’d expect a manchild like you to understand.
That is not true at all, and anyone who thinks that way needs a serious at
Ian Flynn Cooling Off on Sally and Sonic, or is heSomeone asked me a question on given art, space and the question was about my thoughts on Ian Flynn not showing any sonic and Sally moments in the comic for the time being. Well, I look at it like this, I believe what Ian Flynn is doing is cooling down the Sonic and Sally relationship of the time being.
What that means, is that Ian, like many others out there has gotten sick and tired of the shipping wars between the fan's, and feels that the only way he is going to put a stop to it, is to stop showcasing the special romantic/flirting moments of Sonic and Sally and Sonic and Amy.
In my opinion, I believe that Ian Flynn is going to slowly build the Sonic and Sally relationship on a romantic level back up to the point that it will be less confusing and hopefully more acceptable by fans who by that time it happens, from Ian's point of view, both have a better understanding as to why Sonic and Sally are together and are meant to be together.
Let's not forget that Ian Fly
KBC: 'The Secret' Dissected w/ NuclearFalcon
Kasen's Book Club Presents: The Secret, Dissected w/ NuclearFalcon
The following is a summary and dissection of Rhonda Byrne's The Secret.
About Kasen's Book Club: This series cuts right to the meat of popular self-help books, but this episode is special: rather than summarize the book, resident philsophy expert WarFalcon and I will be trying to pick the book apart and ground its ideas in legit science and philosophy. No quantum pseudoscience, no subtle energies, no cosmic vibrations: just legit psychology and grounded philosophy.
About The Author: Down on her luck, television producer Rhonda Byrne decided to do a documentary on the Law of Attraction, the New Thought Movement idea that your thoughts attract your life circumstances. She managed to bring on several big name New Thought figures for her documentary, and Byrne became an overnight sensation. She eventually published The Secret as a book, and follow-ups The P
Message from EbolaWe are Ebola
We are one of millions of diseases... the product of nature's undeniable law...
That law? Everything has a predator... We are natural selection coming to keep you humans in line...
How stupid you humans are that you think you can defeat us viruses... or that you think you are safe from us...
We are forever evolving or going into hibernation until your defenses begin to crumble... Smallpox may have been vanquished but some of my brothers like Polio have flaunted how stupid those pitiful Arabs of Syria and Pakistanis have been at lowering their defenses. He once had a good line, "When humans fight, disease is sneaking behind them with daggers"...
We do not attack based simply on race or gender. We prey on those who are weak. Weakness is to us as salt is to your meats...
Even now we are planning the ultimate epidemics for us to strike back against you sheep. As bacteria evolve to resist your antibiotics, we gain a beachhead in this epic hunt...
You may be pleading to us to le
NEW JOB! WHOOPWHOOP!I now have a new job
I work at a GIANT/Martins nearby and will not be on.... AS MUCH.... as I normally am
SURE I will be on and I will still draw and I will still respond BUT if it takes a while then blame the work
Lete a Mes Yeux: Keep to TomorrowSummer In My Eyes
To have something to keep, is a gift. It keeps you warm and never dies away. It stays with you in your moments of fear. And it can never be replaced.
To have something to keep, you never need anything else.
To have something to keep in the cold winters, where all you can hear is your heart beating in your ears.
To keep is to hold and to love.
But when you have summer, you have the world.
Heston-style speech thing - draftIt's time to realize that heroic deeds are not tragedies. That bravery is not cruelty. That commitment is not fanaticism. The days of lip service are coming to an end, as more and more young people wake up to their true potential and take up arms to reach it. Dictatorships thrive on fear, but when you fully understand that fear is merely an addiction to convenience, you will no longer be subject to any dictator, including collective entities that play such a role. Pure democracy, the rule of the lowest common denominator, is a dictatorship that oppresses most harshly those, who possess cognitive abilities and aspirations exceeding those of the common man. It is these people who drive human knowledge and virtue forward, so their subjugation and/or eradication will inevitably lead to a stagnant society bound for extinction. Majority rule is thus a comfortable route towards complete futility. However, some have already recognized this and have fought back - with words and weapons. Their w
Something to Think AboutSomething to think about for you guys. Lately I've noticed more and more, that the wealthy class of the world is making it their goal to kill off the middle and lower classes. I guess because we are not good enough or something. The thing is, these people can't even take care of themselves. These same people who think they are better than me and you can't even navigate a grocery store by themselves. I don't know how these people think they're going to be able to grow crops, make clothes, cook their own food, maintain a sewer system, or build and repair appliances for themselves.
Basically without us, politicians, and world leaders are useless. They cannot function on their own. Yet these are the same people who want to kill us.
For those of you in the US, they are encouraging you to abort your children while they import Hispanics and Latinos, who by the way hate Americans, and don't want to assimilate into our culture at all. They allow these people to live off of our welfare system, a
Capitulo 1-la promesa de EnfinovLo que estaba ante sus ojos era lo que menos hubiera deseado ver, su hijo su bello y delicado hijo, recibió un don por el cual , si seguía a su lado, la vida del pequeño seria tortuosa, lo tomo en sus brazos y comenzó a correr con pánico, no podía permitir que le alcanzaran, sus pies envueltos en sombra se movilizaban en largos y presurosos pasos, debía llegar pronto, sin embargo ellos, ellos intentaron arrebatarlo de sus brazos.
Todos y cada uno de los demonios que quiso ponerle una mano enzima fue asesinado y apartado por él, no les tubo compasión alguna, se alejo de a poco y débil de sus enemigos, de todo aquellos que le querían sacar su preciada semilla de pureza de los brazos.
Con lo que no contaba era que Zuyuko fuese también en busca del retoño que llevaba en sus brazos, huai cuán rápido podia sin embargo él lo alcanzo sin gran dificultad, se paró frente a quien cargaba el niño