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Pride

Pick yourself up, dust off those clothes and stand tall, I told myself as I watched the ugly end of the fight that I was partaking.  Do not let them see you on the losing end, and defiantly do not let them see you bleed, losing was one thing, but bleeding, bleeding was a sign of weakness, and you are not weak. It was go time, my blood was pumping, heart was pounding and my face felt as if it was set ablaze. This was nothing to me; a mere walk in the park compared to the last fight, it would end soon, and he would be the lifeless one not you, Jimmy, you are too angry to lose this fight, too stubborn to lay down and die. The first round punches nearly knocked my block off, but this round will be a lot worse for this chump, much more pain on his part of the ring. As I picked myself up and stared him down, with the one good eye I had, it happened, my pride crumbled beneath me. The fight had just started, and the person in front of me was damn near death, his ticker stopped working right when I was going to make my move. 

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Greedy Fingers

When it comes down to owning something, it is my business, and my business is none of your business. There is a world of precious metals, soft silks and the rough gemstones; those are my favorite by the way of collecting. If it came down to me owning a home, or the pile of stones in my bedroom, there would be a shopping cart outside my home, full of stones and whatever else I find valuable, which is everything and anything in my wake. In addition, when it comes to owning land, I own it all. Another words, get the hell off my land, blast off to space and never come back.  

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Wrath

The torment came with extreme agony, and every sliver peeled from my body, brought high-pitched screams to the surface. Those screams followed by, bouts of choking as he poured a tall glass of steaming piss down my gullet, it was nothing compared to the next type of torture he had up his sleeve. From the corner of my eye, I could see him digging through a large chest, throwing out various weapons from daggers to short swords. I watched as he pulled a pair of pliers from the chest, small in size, but still a weapon. He stood nearly twelve inches in front of my face, baring his rotten teeth as he showed me his next torture device. There is nothing like a boost of adrenalin to keep you awake, as a crooked son of a bitch, rips out every tooth that you possess.    

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Laziness Exaggerated

It all started with the day I stopped going to work, bills piled up reminding me of the debt I had collected. Before I knew it, collectors started calling me, leaving me computerized messages, and the letters began turning colors with the severity of the situation. It was apparent to me, I was in deep shit, but for some reason I was not discouraged, it was as if I had washed my worries away with every letter left on the floor. Dwelling on the problems will not do you any good, it will only bring you pain and suffering, I said to myself as I sat back in my recliner, surrounded by the piles of garbage. Sometimes hiding from the problem is the best thing to do. Exaggerated 

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Hello! I am finally back with a post, but sadly, it’s not a post about my “writing room.” This post is for the porch that I built for the back of my house. As you can see I used at least three types of wood to give it some color, and it was what I had on me at the time, which was fine by me. I wanted to give my home more of a rustic look, which is what my whole area is, farmland. I hope you enjoy the pics!