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Name: Owen
Location: Wichita, Kansas, United States
Birthday: 7/24/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: Writing, History, Music, Art, Videogames. A good time. Loyal friends. Pursuing life to the fullest and not letting others tie you down.
Expertise: Writing poetry or song/short stories/essays or articles. Politics. Music. Games. Finding the good in people. Standing up for what I believe in.
Occupation: Student, Cashier
Industry: Writer, Poet, Representative f
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  guy named owen
MSN: greenspikely@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  sarcasm_explosion
Member Since:
12/18/2004
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| She is the panda.
Adorable. Gentile. Appealing. Innocent in appearance. She lures me in, promising close embraces. I can’t resist her charms. She is caged. Trapped by those who are meant to protect her. A family of mistakes. She is a mistake herself. But make no mistake. I want her for my own.
Ashamed. Sickened with herself. Like me. Failing to see all that is good about her. A brilliant artist. Terrible at expressing herself. Passionate. Without passion. Her stance is adamant dissent. Guilt overcomes me. I cannot leave.
I enter the cage. Appearances are not as they seem. The world inside is one of agony. I am trapped by one who said she would protect me. Clawing at the sides. My mistake consumes me. I cannot leave.
She is a twister of self destruction. Her gentle face hides an unpredictability. Her mind is a raging storm. I have been ensnared by her charms. Teeth gnawing into my neck. Release.
The panda is calm. I kiss her lying lips. The untruths have corrected themselves. I know things are different this time. The cage is occupied by two once more.
It is us against the world. The world that would try to tear us apart. I shall not be liberated from my mistakes.
Tomorrow shall display yet another face. The gnashing teeth. The shimmering smile.
I am the lemming. I follow her off the edge.
For EG 101, Don Taylor, a man of genius.
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| I've been staying up all night on most nights in order to finish all my homework. I don't like to bail on work and have someone fill in because I know they'll just get pissed at me and cut my hours. I already did it once last week. I haven't had the time to exercise on most days, and I've got about four hours to finish an essay, read 3 selections and do several pages of math homework before I go to work. Closing, as well. I'm glad I backed out of any social graces like I did, or else I'd only end up with some very pissed friends and maybe a really pissed girlfriend. I don't like making people feel like I don't care about them, but I had to make some crucial decisions for my future that I knew would leave me alone. But I'm no stranger to solitude. It's my primary way of life.
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