ChangeMy very worst enemyCorporateRockWhore
Is that girl I used to be,
And she visits me at night
But I am stronger now,
And I will fight;
I will never be her again.
Everyone can change;
'We shed as we pick up' -
Shed the bad
And pick up the good
To be the best you could
The Procrastinator: A Day In The Lifetechgnotic
The Procrastinator A Day In The Life
Procrastination is the practice of carrying out less urgent tasks in preference to more urgent ones, or doing more pleasurable things in place of less pleasurable ones, and thus putting off impending tasks to a later time, sometimes to the "last minute" before a deadline.
I wrote the title for this piece three weeks ago.
So, it’s Friday night. Work week over. Tomorrow I get to write my own mate
Michelangelo: Tortured Perfectionisttechgnotic
MICHELANGELO: Tortured Perfectionist
The Sistine Chapel
Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni was born 540 years ago on March 6, 1475.
His preeminence in the art world as being one of the two greatest artists of the Italian High Renaissance (1495-1527) assures that his lasting presence is felt as keenly today as it was five centuries ago. Every year, art lovers from around the world make special pilgrimages to Italy, drawn by a visceral need to experience in person
Edward Gorey: Illustrator Or Artist?techgnotic
EDWARD GOREY: Illustrator
Q is for Quentin
Edward St. John Gorey was born in Chicago, USA, February 22nd, 1925.
Gorey’s initial artistic inspiration was most likely his mother’s grandmother, Helen St. John Garvey, who illustrated greeting cards. This would explain his penchant for telling a story in a single visual image.
The dark yet playful artwork of Edward Gorey has been immortalized thanks to the American Public Broadcasting Service
Only your body.
To what matters
Only to what has value to him.
Your marvelous self
When Your Boyfriend Becomes a RapistSuddenly, your world is turned upside down,lidsworth
as you try to pinpoint that night when shit
Your boyfriend went to a party, that much you know,
it happened one evening,
about a month ago.
He asked you to join him, but you declined,
for you had a test the next day,
so he left you behind.
“Is it okay to go?” He ask shyly,
and you give him permission.
Because he needs your permission for everything.
And now things have changed.
Some girl claimed “rape”,
and suddenly your boyfriend
has a slandered name.
And suddenly you're the girl who sleeps with a rapist,
and now your a rape apologist,
because your boyfriend is NOT a rapist.
You know him, you've known him for as long
as you can remember.
Before he was your boyfriend, you considered him a family member.
But now they're marching on the campus,
holding banners and shit.
Trying to expel him from the campus for something
that they think he did.
And suddenly you're a traitor of your own sex,