Its the end of skool and unfortunatly no one will ever read this but it doesnt matter i picked the writers forum because I am in fact a writer and it seems as if my spirits have dropped their dripping of the inches of my sleeve and the whole world is the laffing in my head its like everything is a book b4 I do anything when i think its like im a damn book, when im sad its described perfectly in my mind so that it just brings me down a little more and today i have forgotten ever so wisplike why i wrote this hopefully ill not to be forgotten on this place so soon.
I'm not sure if this is a piece of work, or just some ramblings. Either way, work on your spelling, punctuation, and grammar.
Go on then, let's see it. We haven't got all day. The first paragraph was easy to read. Is it all like that?
is a thought ever lost? i am not a knower but observe and watch. watch as a species with great brains deceives itself into not using them; and thus not gratifying its own very nature, sinks deeper into self destruction. it is said that person walking, or as self guiding missle, or quite a variety of other objects, have a distinct tendency to move in the direction they are pointed. which is to say: 'focusing on'. immagination is a wonderful magical gift. it enables us to invision a world we would greatly prefer and find more gratifying living in. some immaginary worlds are of course, perhapse not immagined in probable or even possible ways, but there is not absolute exclusion of the possibility of doing so. this gets back to the tendence to move in the direction focused on. i've never found convincing the pretense that a god or nature, that has not prevented tyranny, would be or is, any more inclined to prevent, what is all too often and all too dismissively labled utopia, or at least utopian, which may in the long run, be no more then the requirements and minimums of survival. =^^= .../\...
