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The room was filled with animal heads. On plaques. The heads of deer, moose, buffalo, and what may have been a jackalope were all arranged in a perfect grid, covering every wall at least 12 feet up. I was there to provide the room service: a steak dinner. I was surprised the man inside didn’t have one he killed himself.
“Oh, you’re here! Please come on in.”
The man inside was rather handsome, brown hair and a well kept beard. He smiled at me and I was reminded of a food mascot I saw somewhere once. I couldn’t place which one it was, though.
“If you don’t mind, you can just leave the food on the bed there.”
The bed was covered in what I imagine was a deerskin. It was at this moment that I realized that I was being watched. The man was looking at me of course, but it took a moment to realize that the stuffed heads were watching me, too. The heads were moving, watching my every step. I stepped up to a moose head and read the plaque.
The Pitiful Nature Of Why"Why am I here?"The Pitiful Nature Of Why by IxCANxHAZxCOOKIE
"Why was I born this way?"
"Why did that happen?"
"Why am I not happy?"
"Why don't you understand?"
"Why can't I have you?"
"Why can't I believe?"
"Why can't I just move on?"
"Why do I have to die?"
"Why not you?"
I find it rather sad how almost all the questions worth asking in life do not have a proper answer.
And if they do, the answer usually comes too late.
They Have Returned The air was damp and heavy. I knew it would rain soon, and I realized I had best take out the trash before the weather grew truly foul.They Have Returned by IxCANxHAZxCOOKIE
I was really in no mood to venture out, mind you, but I convinced myself it was all in all the best decision. As I reached the doorway, one foot already out on the stairwell, I turned my head to cast a last look at Nigel, my little terrier who I had grown quite fond of over the years. He had proved to be a brave and loyal companion in the time of the feline Resistance, and since then we had both formed a deep bond of mutual respect and friendship. I waved to him on my way out, though he did not see me; he was preoccupied by something at the window-a squirrel most likely, the poor dear was never really excessive in intelligence.
Upon exiting the building, I was quite glad to discover that the rain had not yet begun to fall; I fancied Providence was favoring me that day. How frightfully wrong I was.
After disposing my load accordingl
Some PeopleThere is a glass containing water that is sitting on a table.Some People by IxCANxHAZxCOOKIE
Some people are optimists, and believe the glass is half full.
Some people are pessimists, and believe the glass is half empty.
Some people are philosophers, and attempt to explain why the water is there.
Some people are opportunists, and drink all the water.
Some people are conspiracy theorists, and question wether or not the water is real.
Some people are clumsy, and knock over the glass on accident.
Some people are malicious and knock it over on purpose.
Some people simply do not care.
In the corner is where I sit, silently observing. I laugh.
I laugh because I am the one who poured the glass, and I find it amusing what trouble arises
from but a little splash of water.
The Good DoctorAh, the good doctor shall make sure,The Good Doctor by IxCANxHAZxCOOKIE
That you and your comrades will hurt no more.
I do declare, he shall make sure,
That all of you shall ache no more.
His methods are queer,
But they've worked for years,
To ease one's pain and sorrow.
For the poisons bold,
Once they take hold,
You won't live to see tomorrow.
And just like that, your pain is gone!
For death can heal the most wretched of wrongs.
Then the doctor retires into the night,
For all of your wrongs have now been made right.
Current Residence: Are you a house detective, by chance?|
Favourite genre of music: I enjoy many genres.
Favourite style of art: I rather enjoy engravings.
Operating System: My Steam-Powered-Internet-Fetching apparatus!
MP3 player of choice: Ipod Touch.
Shell of choice: Pasta Shells!
Skin of choice: Why, my own, of course!
Favourite cartoon character: ... Oh dear, this is a hard one...
Personal Quote: "Science, comrades, THIS IS HOW IT WORKS!"