Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Treatment

A boy who's name is bobby fisher Who is young and in highschool and wants to find adventure. He finds a secret window that leads to a wonderful secret place where nobody has been before. He needed something to use so he could find his way back and he loved goldfish so much that he dropped them on the ground so he could find his way back. Throughout the jounrey he finds a collony of gingerbreads. As he walks the the vally he meets a new friend and his name is Freedom. As he is he he thinks he is dream but then he walks up the Freedom and pinches him and says " i pinched him because i thouight he was dreamin". Then as he is startin his juonrey back to the normal world he meets a man who tells him all about the world. He explains that the world is full of exciting and fun things. The world is full of all the stories that people threw away and they all came alive. So now Bobby goes the the secret wonderful world to have a happy place.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Hero's Journey

Ordinary World:he wants to become like Charles Munts. And meets Ellie.
Call to Adventure:Ellie is dyin and he doesnt want to give up his house to the construction people.
Refusal of the call:he is asked to go to old folks home but he doesnt want to so he flys away in his balloon house.
Meeting with the Mentor:Mr fredrickson meets Russell.
Crossing the THreshold:Mr Fredrickson gets caught in a huge storm on the start of his journey to paradise falls.
Tests,Allies,Enemies: comes to paradise falls with russell and meest kevin.
Aproach:Russell is slowing him down with his complaining and Then kevin and doug start to intervien.
Ordeal:he goes to save russell and kevin.
Reward: Mr fredrickson gets away from Charles Munts and is starting to head back to paradise falls.
The Road Back:he finally gets to paradise falls then he has to go find Russell.
Resurrection:Mr fredrickson is trying to save kevin but Charles munts is trying to kill him and Mr fredrickson beats him.
Return with Elixir:he and Russell return and russell becomes a senoir wilderness survivor and he gets his bage and Mr fredrickson pins it on him.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

love shack

As
if
i
was
in
love
you
dont
care
its
jus
me
im
not
even
there
as
if
i
was
a
fly
buzzing
on
your
shoulders
im
only
one
person
im
jus
a
lonesum
all
i
need
is
jus
one
love
its
cold
i
cant
feel
no
more

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

BEAUTY IS......

Beauty is wat it aint
Beauty doesnt jus shinne
It glows
As if like a hot burning fire
A wild fire
An angry man who onced loved
Beauty
Can it have more meaning
Beauty is Ugly
YOu can walk a thin line
You might not find beauty you might jus find nothing
Cuz if it seems there its not
Its a thin line between you and the world
Beauty is the night sky falling
as if there is no light
is it too heavy....
Beauty jus doesnt come
Beauty jus doesnt go
It lingers it strikes
You never know when where how
It can, it will
But by then we all die
There is no beauty
There never was.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

life is a b****

YOu think of life as a game
it has no name
I feel like a million minerals
like dust
i dont love to hate
i dont hate to love
the feeling of dirt makes you think of it all
can you love
can you hate

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

I Remember

I remember That left was right and right was left.
I remember that back was forth and the sun sets.
I remember the way the wind blew, flowed.
I remember the board how it bowed.
I remember the night the day.
I remember being cold, wet.
I remember it was white but i could do nothing.
I remember can it be.
I remember the air the sky am i ever gonna fall.
I remember the warmth i can hear a call.
I remember the steam raising. the liquid flowing like the nile.
I remember when time had no value.
I remember when i was of the essence.
I remember screaming.
I remember It all.
I remember notin.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

What, Me Panic

What, Me Panic (Prompt #10)



We climb higher and higher like a rocket taking off. "Are we ever going to stop". Do you think its possible, i cant do it they told me not to look down, i did anyways. They ask if im ready but before you have a chance to say yes or even no they are already jumping. You can feel it now no you cant feel it at all. Im like a rag doll with no life. Im nothing Im weight less and im faster then the speed of light. Im the worlds fastest plane. You cant help to scream. i feel like im in replay over and over and cant stop, my mouth is as dry as cotton. I feel like im one im an eagle flying to get my prey, i swoup down over and over then im floating in the worldest biggest cotton fields. Is it ever going to stop, will i ever land. Wat Is that its green its getting closer and closer. As i get closer i feel like im falling into a large sea of sea weed embracing me from my fall. Wow lets do that again.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

SHteven: Real mature frances.
Frances: Wat thats not fare if you have the menu i cant get anything.
SHteven: Man you such a baby.
Frances: Huh?
SHteven: You need your bottle? hahahahahahahaha
Frances: Shorty is like every day.
SHteven: so you ready fir the big day.
Frances: Nah i feel too lazy to do anything.
Carl: yeah your freaken fat!
Frances: Who the heck are you......
Bobby: Ah i see you like to chew your food
SHteven: uh ok... man this place is messed up.
Frances: yeah im ready to go.
SHteven: ok more for me.
Frances: Coffee?
SHteven: I want to Have this egg but its way to much....
Frances: Well i cant buy it.
SHteven: Ok its way to cold dude...
Frances: dude your by the window duh

Friday, September 25, 2009

SHneeakers is the man

SHneekers likes long walks on the beach and is five foot nothin. HE gots all the food in the world and can do any sport he wants. he rocks sneeakers. The Sneeakers are orange wit a tint of red. He only wears sweaters and slacks. He slicks his hair back and puts moose in it to make it stay better people say he worries to much bout his hair. He carries a little comb in his back pocket. He chews gum all the time and he only chews on bazuka bubble gum...... He loved to blow bubbles there is not one second that he doesnt blow one. Chili Is new and doesnt know wat to think bout sHneeakers. Is he kind. I hope he will be my friend> He looks like a really nice guy. Other people prolbly think he is weired if thats how you say it. He is great.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Skinny: Man i feel like a leprechaun.

Buckteeth: Yeah im losin my mind dude.

Skinny: Yeah why it got to rain.

Buckteeth: My shoes are all wet man

Skinny: I feel like dancin?

Buckteeth:Yo look around you, you cant!

Skinny: Yeah you right

Buckteeth: I cant stand these window wipers man.

Skinny:Im so high birds look up to me>

Buckteeth: Wat?
(silence)
Skinny: Nevermind

Buckteeth: Yo jus spit it out.

Skinny: Dude turn this song up

Buckteeth: Dude its to scary we neede to get out of here

Skinny: Wat your prolem be man?

Buckteeth: Dude we should hang out sometimes.

Skinny: We are dumb
(yelling)
Buckteeth: Calm down
(singin)
Skinny: Give the mic i dont need no introduction

Buckteeth: yo im like a gun when i go off aint no stoppin

Skinny: yeah all my homies be droppin

Buckteeth: yeah yeah im the hot chick im irresistible

Skinny: That songs bumpin

Buckteeth: yeah lets bounce homie im out

Skinny: aight late man "your a jerk" " i know"

Thursday, August 27, 2009


Intro
Im not this and im not that. But im more then this and im more then that.
Im a writer not a reader, im the stabber not the bleeder. Writin is alot more meaningful to me cuz it makes me think, think bout wat ever is in my head and reading is jus slow and boring. Why? Reading doesnt get my attention and i cant focous on jus that. Writing is more free and it gives you the chance to not jus have one thing to read about. A writer to me is social and can write anywhere. being able to express yourself and not fear it. i have been writing for 17 years now and its tough but more you write the better you get. i've had good and bad experiences. my stories are slow boring, they are sometimes catchin and fun.
Like i said before writin is fun you get to express your inner feelings and can feel good bout it. I like most writing but if i did any writing it would have to be music and style at that....
Me a writer proly not so much unless it was bout my life because its too hard to think bout all the stuff that needs to go into a book.... thank you and good night


Wednesday, August 26, 2009


um yeah ok alright sweet awesome kai