I just can't seem to shake this cold. Fuck.
So I set a new record for myself: in more than 36 I only had 2 cigarettes. That's until about 5 minutes ago, my first in 12 hours. That cig left one thought in my mind: nicotine is a helluva drug.
Now I must go.
Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders,
Here are the young men, well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamber,
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in,
Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying,
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen.
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration,
The sorrows we suffered and never were free.
So I set a new record for myself: in more than 36 I only had 2 cigarettes. That's until about 5 minutes ago, my first in 12 hours. That cig left one thought in my mind: nicotine is a helluva drug.
Now I must go.
Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders,
Here are the young men, well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamber,
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in,
Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying,
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen.
Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration,
The sorrows we suffered and never were free.
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i'm fairly proud of it for that.
something i used to do (millions of billions of years ago) was to just sit in any given place and view someone. pick up the little details about them and try to write descriptive poems about everything. from there you can branch out into assuming the things they did, what their life is like, what events have shaped them.
amalgamate people into being your own characters by seeking the motivations for their actions, which, through combining characteristics of various folks can have a nice effect.
take things you've been through and do an outline of the timeline of said event, but then put someone else in your place. i seem to find myself doing that from time to time.