Inspired by a painting by George Bellows
 
 
Windows are round, dew on the ground.
 
Silence encroaches, poison kills roaches.
 
Cellar door open
Leading to beautiful opportunity
 
The hills are alive,
With sound of bird music
 
A giant pit gapes,
A gateway to a world below
 
Rosebushes blossom, as this odd world beckons.
 

We rub the fabric

with flat pieces of wood

until the thick, black ink sticks to the fabric,

and makes a print.
We peel the fabric of the linoleum,

to see our creation,

and what we have to improve.
Is it inked too much?

Is it inked too little?

Do you need to rub harder?

Do you need to rub less?
Then, the prints are moved

upstairs, to be painted.

After the farmers have quit for the season.
After the frost has formed and snow has fallen.
Bare-branched maples overlook a frozen pond.
There are humans on this pond.
Creative humans. Young humans.
Artists, writers, musicians and cooks.
The snow-covered ground is there canvas.
A canvas that's untouched and unblemished.
And these people are ready to paint it.
 

Dark Chemistry Lab, liquids and tubes everywhere.

                  LISA-It's ok.
                  EDUARDO- How can it be okay?
                  LISA- The cells were frozen over a hundred years ago, they can't be as healthy as ones taken yesterday.
                  EDUARDO- Whoa, that long?
                  LISA- But some of them should grow  
Eduardo looks at embryo, and starts speaking.

                Animal House   R

Genre: Comedy

Director: John Landis

Description: The Dean of Pennsylvania college trys to expel a fraternity from the school but the wild fraternity is determined to not let that happen.

The county fair was doing a giveaway. Two bikes. About two hundred people. Low chances.
          
       Three numbers go by no person to go with them and win. The fourth goes to a kid named Jude. Then three more numbers go by no one to go with them.
  
        The next number is called. Seven four one two four three. My number.

       That day was the only day I ever won a raffle. Ever. Seven four one two four three. Thats my lucky number.

Why does it have to be like this?
Soldiers keeping watch at the bay.
Muslims dying every day.
People bullied because they're gay.
During the summer, americans get to take in rays, while africans have to walk for days.
Why does it have to be like this?
 

Chapter 1

I am one of a group of eight rebels sent to retrieve a statuette of Saheeli Rye, a very powerful wizard who has sided with the rebels.

It changed everything if I hadnt turned that corner that day I never would have met him.
My friend Micheal gave me his fortune.
I never was very well off on the monetary scale.
He just died from a heart attack.
But it turns out he left me most of his fortune.
I met on the street corner that day.
He was a game programmer.
It changed everything.