Flamboyant-Pencil

Oh, I'm writing a song, A song with no name, And whether it comes out lame Or not, I don't really know. Oh, this song won't be long, And I doubt that its good, Because I can't rhyme with 'good'. Right now it's like 10pm, you know. But I'm doing my best, Which is really all that you can do. And I'm making the rest, Of the words, you know, that go to This song. The song with no name. I'm still writing this song, The tempo's not really changing, And the flow rearranging, Is not what's going on. Now, let's all sing along. Yes that's right, all of us, Cuz here comes the chorus. Great, I cannot rhyme 'on'. But I'm doing my best

Hey...you. Yeah, you. Don't give me that look. I'm just talking to you, amn't I? You look sad, and I thought telling you I'm sad too would help. Or that everyone around you is crying secretly. I know that your life is hard, but you're not the only one with some heartbreak. Everybody has some thing that they keep locked inside, something that breaks them down. Don't believe me? Fine. Let me tell you some stories. See that girl over there? The pretty one with the blonde hair and blue eyes, small nose, tan skin? Carrying her math book, talking to a small posse of laughing girls? They're heading for the benches, and they're smiling like they

Part 1: What is Drawing? This is how I've come to understand the act of drawing. It’s best to first set the semantics (the specific meaning of the words) straight, so there are no crossed purposes. By 'drawing' I mean loosely the act of making visually representative marks on a surface. Anyone can draw. Anyone can attempt to recreate what they see in front of them - or a scene they imagine - by making marks on a piece of paper. If you hear someone say "I can't draw", slap them for me. As long as they have a moving part to which a pencil can be taped, they can draw. However, "attempt" is the operative word here... because that's all a