Readers as Writers

Secret society

                One morning I woke up got out of bed. I got ready as I usually did but then the doorbell rang. I ran down stairs and opened the door to see two sketchy dudes standing there. Not even two seconds went by before one of the guys punched me knocking me out, they then proceeded to put a bag over my head. When I woke up 6 guys in freaky looking hooded robes were standing over me. I noticed they were all wearing gold chains with a golden pyramid on them. Being a person who believed in secret government societies, I instantly knew who they were…The illuminati. For some reason which I could not understand they had decided I was important enough to be a member in their secret society. A guy in a white robe began to walk toward me holding a crimson colored robe that of which matched perfectly to everyone else in the room. He handed it to me and motioned for me to put it on, so I did. He then started reciting an oath in which I was to repeat back to him. After this he pulled out a gold chain and placed it around my neck. I was now a member of the most elite, most powerful, and feared secret government anomaly in existence. My life would never be the same again for these unforeseen events had changed everything forever. No longer was I sitting at home questioning what was real and what was fact, I was all of a sudden sitting in the middle of what I had always thought was not possible. That day I was granted more world power than anyone could ever imagine. Me an average American conspiracy. I had been inducted into the illuminati.

Pizza and Salad

Pizza and Salad

Pizza is a wonderful thing.  And when you add salad to pizza it’s a beautiful thing. When you go to get pizza you cannot just get pizza you got to get a salad with it or your pizza is just lame, bland, and lonely. Getting pizza without salad is like getting a pet and then not having another pet to be that pets’ friend, so you got a little pet all lonely, bored and depressed cause it doesn’t have a friend to play with. And it’s the same when the situation is salad without pizza. It is almost depressing really just sitting there look at that salad and you are like wow I probably should have gotten a pizza with that salad then you begin to eat the salad and you start to weep a little because you think about how lonely the salad is just sitting in your stomach with no friends to slowly digest with. Then for the rest of the night you feel so depressed that you don’t want to do anything else; you don’t want to go out with friends you don’t want to watch TV you just want to sit there and weep cause of the turmoil you put that sad little bowl of salad through.  

                Literally salad without pizza or vice versa could be a possible cause of Armageddon. Someone forgets to get pizza with their salad then become crazy and decide to like start a war with Russia or something then boom world war three is upon us. Then when we run out of weapons and ammo we start launching the forgotten salads across the ocean because that’s the only form of ammo we can find. This eventually becomes the start of a hunger crisis which drives us deeper into war until further down the road we are living in an apocalyptic world. This is a crisis in which could have been avoided if one lonely man would have simply remembered to order a pizza to accompany his salad so he hadn’t gone insane and unleashed the apocalypse upon the world. This pizza war torn future can only be avoided if food eateries and pizza parlors everywhere require the purchase of a pizza with a salad or salad with pizza. The future is at stake and there is only one way to avoid the end… pizza should always be served with salad.

Writers as Readers

1.when i read i need to listen to music and be in a place that ill be comfortable like if I'm sitting in an awkward position or in a hard chair i wont be able to focus on the book I'm just like or naw and ill put the book down and give up. usually one i put a book down i never go back to it.when i read i like to be eating something. but then again when am i not eating something so i guess its not really a need it just always happens.
2.i like fiction stories cause they kinda just take me to another world so i can get away from everything that bothers me in reality. the unreal worlds in fiction just seem to make the real world go away.
3. my writing skills probably not like any other because i suck at writing if an author got published and wrote like me  they would sell 0 copies of their book cause it would be so horrid they would probably get sued for a bunch of harassment charges or something .

4. my best memory connected with reading would probably be reading on my way to Florida as a little kid. every year we would always go to Florida and id end up reading till i fell asleep in the car.

5.no i usually only read books i know 100% sure I'm gonna like I'm never like gonna pick up a book and be like oo this books awesome im gonna read it. i try to stray from reading as much as possible anyways.
6.my first reading teacher i think was miss doolittle im not 100% sure though i remember her because she was really funny and always gave us animal crackers.

Caged bird like poem

I Know Why...

Birds are pretty

flying around in the blue air

dropping feathers all over the place

till the wind stops blowing and the feathers fall

and they hit the ground 

lying on the green grass

to be blown away again.

Caged bird questions

 Maya Angelou Questions

Maya said that the caged bird sings of freedom. in my opinion in means the even though the bird is caged up the bird still sings because it believes that there is hope that one day he will be set free from the cage that entraps him and he will one day be able to fly free. i agree with this idea because as humans we all have our cages we have the things that make us feel trapped or make us fell like we have no where to go. But we also all believe that one day we will find out outlet and we will all be able to be set free from our cages and be open and free.

Talking about dreams drama or other unsettling things could give the subject too much power but i guess really it would depend on the situation i mean talking about drama would give it too much power because your helping spread the rumors about whatever it may be I've seen this happen in high schools and it usually ends with more drama and kind become this never ending drama circle.

i think dreams are very powerful and can tell us things while we are are asleep that we could never understand or realize with our conscious minds. I've had dreams that go so far in detail then I've had that same instance is life i feel like our brains can kinda pick up on what is gonna happen and how it will happen.

I could not live Maya's mute lifestyle because i have so much too say. i wish i could talk less but i just cant. if i could listen more id probably learn so much about other people or id probably just pick up on really weird things that come out of peoples mouths.

id consider myself someone who remembers almost everything i can remember as far back as to like when i was 7-8 like down to very small details like what i was wearing who else was there what time of day it was just all these little details. i feel its better to be a person who can remember because you don't wanna forget the little details that later are gonna end up being important. i have recall of times of all emotions like happy times sad times times I've been mad or embarrassed i don't really remember things by how i was feeling at the time. 

i think when Maya says "one cant really learn to fly after 25" shes saying by the time you get to be that age you've developed a routine and you're so used to following that routine everyday and that makes it hard to learn any other way of life .

In Charge of the World Speech

If I were in charge of the world
I'd cancel school, PBS, ISIS, And Also Sagging

If i were in charge of the world there'd be music festivals
every day and longer nights.

If i were in charge of the world
you wouldn't have haters
you wouldn't have scene kids
you wouldn't have emo kids
or punk lil kids
you wouldnt even have lame people

if i were in charge of the world cake would be a vegitable
all awesome people
and a person who sometimes forgets to be awesome
and sometimes forgot to awesome
would still be allowed to be
in charge of the world

Dream sentence story

Dream sentence story

I was falling, fast never hitting anything watching as the ground below never seemed to get closer to me but always still felt as if it was fast approaching. The only thing I could feel was the air hitting my body as I fell faster and faster feeling like the end was drawing near. I knew nothing for certain except that there was no way it could be real, that this had to be a dream. More so I began to think otherwise cause if it were a dream it was very detailed and felt too realistic. Finally I had come to the conclusion that this was no dream but a dark twisted reality. I was actually falling nowhere but simultaneously was falling somewhere.

          The Empty void I was falling through seemed to be getting darker and the ground harder to see the rate I was falling seem to had increased greatly and I could feel the ground getting nearer and nearer finally, as I was about to hit the ground I covered my eyes and in an instant I hit the ground…but felt no pain I uncovered my eyes and I was laying In my room awake, I had woke up.

Reoccurring dream story

Reoccurring dream

One time I had a very weird borderline messed up reoccurring dream. The dream took place at my grandparent’s lake house overlooking Table rock. The dream would always begin with me being asleep in my dream and then waking up. I would always awaken in my dream and I would hear screaming. I would get up run out of my room and see all my family being devoured by a killer be the size of my house. The dream was always super blood and messed up. The bee like laid a nest on the deck and began feeding everyone to its young and would kill anyone who got near the nest. Finally one night I got toward the end of the dream and for some reason I became friends with the giant bee that killed my entire family. Like you’d think I would beat the thing down and or just nuked it but no I decided I would become friends with the thing. But the only way I could keep it from killing me was to play the ukulele 24/7 for this massive bee. No idea why the uke like out of all instruments the uke. I have no idea how to play the uke. But the dream ended with me one day not playing the ukulele and the bee chased me and ultimately killed methods when I woke up and I never had the dream again.