And then I found an art monkey named


Games WorkshopGames WorkshopGames Workshop
The store is packed and I am hindered by a forest of great, bulky growths. I try to remind myself that these growths - these mountains of unkempt hair and sweaty, undulating flesh - are people just like me, despite their fear of showers and social interaction. But its difficult; even though I know that, genetically speaking, our DNA is shockingly similar, I find myself repelled and appalled by their social systems, so very familiar but with dark, bitter differences. Their lack of hygiene is just the beginning, and I suddenly realize how much dedication Id have to show in


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The amazing thing about an audition is the tension. It hangs thick in the air and ripe like fruit, juicy and quite probably forbidden. It must be, because people avoid it with everything: with their eyes, and teeth, and fingers. Actors talk like they take life by the balls and then avoid anything that might suggest they dont.
Theyre a very defensive bunch, actors. Take Steven, who sat a screen test, turned to the camera, and introduced himself: name, age, experience. The casting director asked him for a profile, and Steven - givi


The History Stone - Chapter 6Loreli sat on the end of the long, ornate table, her arms folded across her chest in an attempt to stifle a yawn. She could barely see Jacobs head above the crowds, and would have preferred to be a bit closer, but hed complained that she crowded too much and she was loathe to give him an opportunity to bring it up again. She was careful to keep her voice calm and level when Zane peeled away from Jacobs side, having barely left it since the start of the evening an hour before. I thought he wanted to try and do interviews by himself, Loreli said, examThe History Stone - Chapter 6


I Can't WriteBound by monotony, full frontal lobotomy, with struggle and strife from a life rife with harmony; I have no epiphany, so pity me; don’t pity me, rip into me; open my eyes and let me see because all I have is a blank page; it’s a shame and a cage; sans expression, no repression; I’m white and I’m rich so the world comes easily; I’m left with nothing to write, so look at me sleazily; don’t pardon me when I sneeze, because every please and thank you makes it harder to release, until I scribble down dumb clichés in a book as empty as … who? Me? I look with nothing to see because I’m blind, an easy rider, slider. II Can't Write
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by *renton1313
have you ever seen Running With Scissors?
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T'is neither here nor there.
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I once shot a man just to watch him die... then I got distracted and missed it.
boo.
Omg hi.
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"I didn't ask to be Secretary of Balloon Doggies, the balloon doggies demanded it!"
Dou itashimashite!
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I once shot a man just to watch him die... then I got distracted and missed it.
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