Nothing can remove the smile from my face,
I'm on the dance floor at the mercy of the bass.
I love it when it makes me lose control,
bass is the language that moves my soul.
We rode on steeds with two wheels when we took to the streets,
I pushed pedals made of metal with the boots on my feet.
We left the sixteenth with the wind in our hair,
propelled by ourselves on our two wheeled mares.
We stopped to photo graf on the walls now and then,
crossed a bridge that stocked locks and reached over the Seine.
We passed the things of the past as we rode on the right,
toured a tour de force of culture from the seat of a bike.
We cruised the avenues until the sun began to set,
aching legs reversed our course and then we rode from east to west.
I long forgot the joy of being one with a pedal horse,
and now I long
In the mood for thought about the lies that we bought
Disappointment is the statement in the malcontent reports
We borrow from the sorrow of what the past said we would get
Tomorrow isn't what tomorrow's world had professed
If your food for thought is fraught with naught but discontent
Resentment sentiments sent with despondent elements
Definition of submission is in the things that we crave
Find solace in the promise of something new to want today
Gods be damned at the start of the day
Eyes shut tight make the world go away
Venomous vice grips the edge of the mind
Damned be the clock and advancement of time
Mission impossible: getting out of the bed
Just another fifteen in the back of the head
Broken thoughts just don't fit together
Clouds surround the mind like inclement weather
Solid fuel tools and damage limitations
Red hot Joe and the fast we be breaking
Light in the sky take control of the day
Sound the countdown to feeling ok.
Lets make friends
with all these broken things
we will make them dance and
we could make them sing.
We can't make them transform
we can't give them hearts
because we just don't have
all the right parts.
Nothing can remove the smile from my face,
I'm on the dance floor at the mercy of the bass.
I love it when it makes me lose control,
bass is the language that moves my soul.
We rode on steeds with two wheels when we took to the streets,
I pushed pedals made of metal with the boots on my feet.
We left the sixteenth with the wind in our hair,
propelled by ourselves on our two wheeled mares.
We stopped to photo graf on the walls now and then,
crossed a bridge that stocked locks and reached over the Seine.
We passed the things of the past as we rode on the right,
toured a tour de force of culture from the seat of a bike.
We cruised the avenues until the sun began to set,
aching legs reversed our course and then we rode from east to west.
I long forgot the joy of being one with a pedal horse,
and now I long
In the mood for thought about the lies that we bought
Disappointment is the statement in the malcontent reports
We borrow from the sorrow of what the past said we would get
Tomorrow isn't what tomorrow's world had professed
If your food for thought is fraught with naught but discontent
Resentment sentiments sent with despondent elements
Definition of submission is in the things that we crave
Find solace in the promise of something new to want today
Gods be damned at the start of the day
Eyes shut tight make the world go away
Venomous vice grips the edge of the mind
Damned be the clock and advancement of time
Mission impossible: getting out of the bed
Just another fifteen in the back of the head
Broken thoughts just don't fit together
Clouds surround the mind like inclement weather
Solid fuel tools and damage limitations
Red hot Joe and the fast we be breaking
Light in the sky take control of the day
Sound the countdown to feeling ok.
Lets make friends
with all these broken things
we will make them dance and
we could make them sing.
We can't make them transform
we can't give them hearts
because we just don't have
all the right parts.
He didnt enjoy killing, or even violence in general; it disgusted him. It was something the world could do without entirely, and he wished more than anything that he could escape it. He knew, however, as we all know, one cannot escape violence in a world that lives for death. He didnt want, in any part of him, to kill another human being. Of course, that did not mean for even a second, that he wasnt going to do it.
Purpose; generally, this is accepted as the one thing every human wants and needs. In our society, and our world, no perso
I have been offered a place on a Game Designer course with an organisation called Train2Game. It is a vocational course that I will complete online from home. Lectures are delivered live via online stream and are saved for future reference.
The course advisor had difficulty in deciding if I was more suitable for the artist/animator course but we agreed that game designer is what suits me best.
The course was designed in conjunction with TIGA (Trade Industry Games Association) TIGA is the national trade association that represents game developer in the UK and Europe. Train2Game also has connections with many EU game developers and guest lect
I have actually made a start on my mutant/superhero story. Work is slow a I have still not found a favorable routine for writing at home. I still find it very difficult to stay in "work mode" after I finish work.
Writing more has sparked further ideas for me and I have taken care to capture the ideas for later.
I will post some fragments of the story here when I am happy with them.
I'm currently making final preparations to begin a full length story that I have been developing for many years. The story is based in a world where mutants are real and have been integrated into our society.
The only way I know how to do this is to define everything down to the most minute detail I can think of. I have character backgrounds, time lines, maps and all sorts of scribbles and notes here and there.
I have replayed the events of the first chapters over and over in my head to try to nail everything down. It needs to be perfect.
It will be perfect.