Freedom-From-Words

Over time, new earth began to take over the abandoned estate. Gaia was reclaiming what was hers.

Hello Goodbye I just want to rant And not making sense I laugh It’s not funny I’m doing it again I’m hopeless And running And running in circles That happens a lot This running in circles Hello Goodbye I laugh ‘cause it’s not funny Not funny It’s not And sense is not made And that’s why it’s funny But it’s not I’ve ranted It’s done It wasn’t here, but it’s done I want to curl up in a corner And laugh Because crying- I did that already It was fun while it lasted Crying’s not fun It happens sometimes Hello Goodbye Did I say that already…

If we sent mimes into space Would we hear them scream? Imagine them up against the glass, Watching the rocket take off. Mouths open with nothing coming out, But the sound of a balloon leaking air That’s how we’ll jump start the space program, Getting our mimes onto someone else’s planet. They’d be the only ones to get along With the weird, otherworldly creatures As an act of diplomacy, they’d mime A box, to resemble connectivity and peace The best way to communicate Is not to say anything at all. Meanwhile, our universe will Get a whole lot more frightening. Our worst fear realized, thousands and Thous

Every corner is swept clear, bathed in new light cutting through the air with her purpose, as heavy drapes come down. As a labor of love, she holds a candle against the darkness, casting its long shadows from his burdened soul. The old waste, leaning walls are torn down. She renovates each space with broad strokes of her sunny beams. To prepare the heart with compassion and grace; a work of art takes form, where once was an empty place, a fine house is open to receive. Unwavering, the truth guides him to the edge, pushing with divine intention, she will catch him as he falls, to welcome him home.

Smoken, molten Build it up or burn it Smoken, molten, build it up or burn it If you can’t build it up then burn it Villainy is much more fun We all love a good fire, it’s why we all revolve around the sun!

Previously...on The Chronicles of Azeroth... Suddenly part of the raft begins to freeze inside and slowly breaks until the ice reaches the hands of Nailock. "Outside it's very cold...wait, I freeze!". Nailock screams trying to move away his hand from the raft. "Huh?!". Gabriel and Davis are surprised as their hands are frozen by the ice too. "Let's get off the raft!". Gabriel said, "before the water touch the ice!". The semi-frozen and broken raft is launched, on impact with the water is broken into many pieces. They noted that reached the edge of one of the islands...the murlocs are in front of them watching on one side and pulling stone

Bottles were set on the counter arranged like bowling pins. I was slurring my words and going on about another thing: “What I understand from fifteen hundred years of literature is that first we made robots because people weren’t efficient. Then we tried to make robots into people, but you couldn’t because they’d lose their efficiency. Then we tried to make people-robots but then people wondered if their still robots because they look like people. I’m like, why not. Who says robots need to be made of metal, right? It’s still the same. But no, they call that cloning. So, we gave up on the people robot

Do not strike out against the corrupt, Their blood will pervert our cause Do not take the lives of the innocent. Fear is an antiquated tactic. If you think violence changes anything you’re wrong. Violence maintains the world so that it remain how it is. The hall of martyrs is in the house of the corrupt. That path is made of dust Know that when you kill it is not in anyone's name but yours. Our path is paved with gold. Our weapon is creativity, Our course is painstaking. Our journey is long but such is the way of the righteous. All that we need is in our minds, in our hands and in our hearts. We will not build over the rubb

GUY #1 What are you doing today? GUY #2 I'm seeing "It." GUY #1 Seeing what? GUY #2 "It." GUY #1 What is it? GUY #2 It's a movie. GUY #1 What's it called?" GUY #2 "It." GUY #1 What's it about? GUY #2 It's about a clown. GUY #1 What's the clowns name? GUY #2 It's a clown. GUY #1 What's a clown? GUY #2 "It." GUY #1 Just forget it!

We couldn't be further from the point if we fell from it.

Don't judge a book by its cover, but judge a movie by its poster.

My friend once dropped his sandwich on the floor... (PUNCHLINE)

In the creepy fog I hurried, I was scared and very worried. Do I hear a were-wolf howl? Did a witch fly, by or just an owl? In the dark I cannot see, What awful monster crawled near me? I think I might just scream, Please let this all be a dream!

The guns sounded, dead bodies surrounded.