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Nevermind lol I got it afterwards
I want to learn it, sorry
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I think you are now Vlad's prodigy. He'll take you under his wing, and French is your first language so I feel like you get 10 cool points in the writing section solely for that.
Where are you from?
Originally Posted by Buddig
Skate, do strength training, eat healthy things, keep yuor mind healthy, open and clean, (don't fill it with bad news)
Let the young people inspire you...
/ Henning
I'm from Canada, Quebec. Something tells me that I'll have haters after this message, but whatever. I'd say that I'm technically Irish. Cuz my great-great-great-great grandfather (or something like that) from Ireland, sailed off to Quebec when he was like 17 or 18, 1 or 2 years before Ireland's ''great famine''.
A mysteriously suspected bagatelle.
In about 50 millisecond.
Adrenaline combined with ''forced'' force
And reward premonition,
He threw the perfect punch.
Came from a peaceful and calm place.
And now shining from the crowds reflective eyes
After staying 1 minute staring.
He sat like an Indian chief after a fought battle.
Got back up and went to sea.
Swam and found the raft.
With the closed door on it.
Opened it.
And now sucked into the world.
Pushed by dark multicolored fuzzy lines.
Which popped the bubble mountains.
Followed the path that led him in the sky.
Hazardous, but didn't wondered why.
Is that about smoking marijuana
As school will start to recommence, the atmosphere seems to get darker.
And colder. But the future that seems cold is actually an ''inner core'',
Considering my nearly ending march of the great stair sets.
At my fourth step of the second stairs, I'm awaiting the last one.
And I haven't fell down, yet? I hope not.
There is the false escape, the materialistic view of things. Your ''happiness''.
There is the car. I could go wherever I want to go whenever I want to.
I wouldn't want to anticipate the life I will live.
Is it just this cloudy day that puts me in a ''mood of premonition''?
I would want to be many things. But, should I stay safe and follow the sheep?
No, I want to be a philosopher, a writer, a music maker, a skateboarder.
Oooo well isn't this unorthodox ಠ_ರೃ.
Le jeune homme pensait qu'il avait raison. Maintenant il pense qu'il peut avoir raison.
The beautiful saints singing in the field of reversed reverb.
Of the bluesmen on the paintings.
On the single wall of HIS mountain.
Around, there is the trees.
Of the area of rock dude. The first thing he did was to search images
On the earth.
The rocky creature sat there.
Looking at his sword handle.
Seeing every little dreams in every bonfires.
HE got up and rolled his sword side ways.
Ran with anger and killed the fire.
Disgustingly strange and intriguing alternate ending.
Fin :)
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Je n'ai point de temps pour poster en français. ;)
Tout simplement parce que les traductions de google sont imprécises, ainsi mon écriture ne sera pas bien comprise par les lecteurs.
Last edited by Yes.; 09-01-2013 at 02:52 PM.
Wow I write so much in english I can't even write french anymore :(. I'm scared
I don't know French, but did you say something like,
"For the simple reason that the google translations are imprecise, and my writing might not be understood well by readers." ?
I think it would be fun to attempt translation. I know Latin and a little Ancient Greek. I could hazard my way through French poetry with some online grammar/vocabulary resources.
Yep that's exactly what I said :D
What is philosophy?
Is it
Ok, wait. DID you ever think that your thoughts were unique?
Is that what we call foolishness? But, what if I'm aware that I'm foolish?
Does it make me foolish? And If I'm aware that that question exists, does it make me less foolish? No, I think I'm still a fool, but at least an opened minded one.
I feel like I want to live in a large beautiful forest carrying a big ass sword.
Living the epic life.
Building shelter, creating a fire, being a man.
Damn must it feel good.
Why does it always come back to the roots of our ancient ancestors?
What is so attractive in surviving?
Thou art being overly washed by thy surroundings, thus laying very little hope in anie prospect of a voyage leading whither the dream lies.
Who's the one?
Who uses the idea of acceptance.
And where is she?
That fine lady.
Who's soft traits draws maybe just a few.
Keeps us waiting.
Not you, but just a few.
Cuz' you lost it already.
And you've experienced.
And shot annoying sighs that hit like nothing.
''Oh, you're just waiting for the one''
Oh, then I guess it'll be alright, won't it?
Those who seek her fail.
Those who wait get nothing.
Restless hearts fatigue,
and dreamers languish.
The unsuspecting hero finds it
because he does not seek it;
neither does he await it.
Stumbling upon it,
love pains him
serendipitously.
Last edited by shampoo; 12-07-2013 at 04:50 PM.
Thanks for the advice man
Advice if it speaks to you. Just a response inspired by your own thoughts.
Oh, brother, even though we don't see each other often,
I'm worried and scared and paralyzed.
Stop that stupid ride.
I fear that you've already fallen into that hole, and it's making a whole with you.
That night, I think, was meant to be.
That the truth would be spoken to me.
And if I hadn't been a little bit drunk, all that shit would've killed me.
And he doesn't even want to hear about it.
And he doesn't want to stop.
And he doesn't care.
Oh, brother, please, don't lose your war.
We all care for you man.
This is the kind of thing you forget and have to keep remembering all the time.
^ Yeah exactly man, cuz if you forget it, it feels as if you lost something important.
Need to do 200-and-something words in total of poems for my french class.
Here we go :
Les amis, savent-ils ce que je veux dire?
Et les rires que je leur projette étaient nul.
Doit-je changer mon personnage sociale?
Ou doit-je continuer à rire au idioties.
J'ai une fatigue.
Mais aussi un intrigue.
un miroir reflète
le soleil chaud
et il s’en va finalement
pour un regroupement
politiquement incorrecte
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