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and then i came to the truth.

the beginning of a history paper

in my lifetime i have hardly been exposed to magic. my last illusion of the existence of magic ended at about age 6 with a casual message to the truth of Santa, the Easter bunny, and the tooth fairy before bed. what replaced my belief of a character in my world who had powers no one else did to help me in my life and my knowledge of good, who by faith in, although typically not bestowing random presents under my pillow, tree, or basket, works by laws that are most often in my favor. It is then that I stumbled upon the idea of the witch. What is? If we all accept that there is no thing as magic, what made everyone want to burn and persecute witches but not Santa or a fairy? granted Santa Claus didn't exist in the middle ages, so it's possible he could've been a target of persecution, however, I plan to explore the idea of a witch in the middle-early modern ages and the ideas of a person labeled witch.

now that i know....

i don't want to eat ice-cream i'd rather
lick the lakes of Saturn
i don't want to drive in the car
i'm gonna propel myself into space
i'm looking at a scope of the galaxies:
make a sound if you're an intelligence
we'll meet body to body and do a dance
if you're sitting in your house feeling comfortable
you think twice about calling this your home
when i tell you about what's going on now
but if you're lost or deformed or really fast or small
i have some stellar new fo you
once you give up your gift on this planet
you go back to da one of your own

Post- National Geographic SPACE edition

earth is not my home
im an alien and I'm happy
with whatever will get me home fastest
is it weed?
nature is so good
so good
discipline so sweet
i love to be wild
but am i still moving closer to my planet?
these people are so appealing
like a sandwich on a summer night
but had i better leave them my token and a dance and leap?
mmm i like it here i like you
do you plan to stay here?
where the rings are hot and the storms are gas i will rise
lets do the hardest thing
i'm an alien and i'm buck wild
you are the most beautiful thing i've ever seen
now do you alien jig
please please let me see now
you in your natural form
do your alien jig.

the beginning of an english paper

i helped my mom make homemade pickles out of the cucumbers she grew in her garden. After we made the pickles together and I tried it, it was like I tasted something in my mouth for the first time in my life. 5nd, after 14 m, a morsel of food that I put into my mouth had some kind of meaning to me. It was like something live entered my body and learn the 1st grade lesson that we need food for sustenance. I real that what I was eat...at college wasn't food it was stuff. Just as easily as we can adapt to eating and living better, we often adapt to the opposite.

What do they hunt?

are you hunters?
of what?
i don't know
depends
why what you got?
no, we don't have anything.
we are hunters of some things.
they hunt garage sales?
Who's a hunter?
What will you hunt?
How will you get it?
I am prey.