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This means that no part of my work can be reproduced, distributed, publicly displayed, performed, or altered without my permission.

I have given my work a Creative Commons license allowing you to reproduce, distribute, display, or perform it with my personal, specific, and explicit permission, crediting me appropriately. Nobody is allowed to alter any part of my work for any purpose until I decide to allow it, if I decide to allow it. My work is mine and this is within my rights.

I never actually thought I would have to sit down and write this out, although it shouldn't even need to be repeated: all of this is clearly stated by the ToS and Creative Commons copyright.

In other words, if Chantel Peck or anybody else is tempted to plagiarize my poetry again, be forewarned I can and I will take action against you.

Stolen from , who in turn stole it from ~Modern-Moonlight

* 1. Post these rules.
* 2. Each tagged person must post 8 things about him/herself on their journal.
* 3. At the end, you have to choose and tag 8 people and post their icons on the same journal.
* 4. Go to their pages and send a message saying you tagged them.
* 5. No tag-backs.

1. I play pretend on a regular basis with myself.
2. I detest being alone in a crowd or a party, and will easily get depressed when this happens.
3. I hate to clean up after myself, but my workspace must be exactly as I arrange it.
4. Under different circumstances I might have become a: a.angsty poet, b.videogame/anime geek, c.theatre/dance whore, d.maneater, e.class president, f.person with split-personality disorder.
5. Even though I'm fairly emotional, I tend to act selfish or apathetic if something is entirely irrelevant to me.
6. I'm honest with people because I fear being deceived and/or disappointing them. I hate being called an angel, perfect, or the best.
7. I have great writing style but have nothing of value to write about.
8. I sing to myself when I'm frightened.

I'm not tagging anyone because I would get annoyed at myself. So, do what you want.

So I took a Thanksgiving trip with my family to Barcelona and Paris for a week apiece. I figured it would be a nice break from school and other annoyances. I was even willing to give up my beloved internets and dA and other goodies to do so.

A couple of days in, I decided to show a friend over there a piece I'd written.

Lo and behold, I find my message center 'asploded, and a note saying "You have a DD." On, of all things, La Caja. [link]

I am not an easily excitable person, but I was nearly hyperventilating. No joke. I closed the browser and didn't log on the rest of the trip.

I just got back a few hours ago, and plan to eventually work through my messages and read every single one... But this might take a bit.

Thank you, truly and sincerely and effusively, for all the love.

~Alimari

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I... I... I think I'm having hysterics.

So... this summer is turning out to be the busiest, most confusing, most wonderful so far.
In order, I got to chill out and hang with my friends, Gabe visited (!), took a dance class, got a job (!!), went to Culebra with my family and sweetheart (!!!!!!!!), went to SCAD Summer Seminars, and now... just chillin', really.

So, call me crazy, but I've decided I need to write more. A lot more. I need to write until my brain goes blank and I know exactly how to say what I want, when I want, how I want. And in the spirit of getting my ass to write more, I'm posting up that annoying "100 themes" list.

Here you go;

1. Introduction
2. Love (Dreaming Things To Come; [link])
3. Light
4. Dark
5. Seeking Solace (Coping Method; [link])
6. Break Away
7. Heaven
8. Innocence
9. Drive
10. Breathe Again
11. Memory
12. Insanity
13. Misfortune
14. Smile
15. Silence
16. Questioning
17. Blood
18. Rainbow
19. Gray
20. Fortitude
21. Vacation
22. Mother Nature
23. Cat
24. No Time
25. Trouble Lurking
26. Tears
27. Foreign
28. Sorrow
29. Happiness
30. Under the Rain
31. Flowers (The Flowers In February; [link])
32. Night
33. Expectations
34. Stars
35. Hold My Hand
36. Precious Treasure
37. Eyes (Ocean Eyes; [link])
38. Abandoned (A Goodbye Note; [link])
39. Dreams (We're All Mad Here; [link])
40. Rated
41. Teamwork
42. Standing Still
43. Dying
44. Two Roads
45. Illusion
46. Family
47. Creation (Walls; [link])
48. Childhood
49. Stripes
50. Breaking the Rules (Synesthetic; [link])
51. Sport
52. Deep in Thought
53. Keeping a Secret
54. Tower
55. Waiting
56. Danger Ahead
57. Sacrifice
58. Kick in the Head
59. No Way Out
60. Rejection
61. Fairy Tale
62. Magic
63. Do Not Disturb
64. Multitasking
65. Horror
66. Traps
67. Playing the Melody
68. Hero
69. Annoyance
70. 67%
71. Obsession
72. Mischief Managed
73. I Can't (Ramble No. 4 "Self-Love" [link])
74. Are You Challenging Me?
75. Mirror (100 Words - Mirror; [link])
76. Broken Pieces
77. Test
78. Drink
79. Starvation
80. Words (Just Short Of; [link])
81. Pen and Paper (Purpose; [link])
82. Can You Hear Me?
83. Heal
84. Out Cold
85. Spiral
86. Seeing Red
87. Food
88. Pain
89. Through the Fire
90. Triangle
91. Drowning
92. All That I Have
93. Give Up
94. Last Hope
95. Advertisement
96. In the Storm
97. Safety First
98. Puzzle
99. Solitude
100. Relaxation

Of course, this is rather intimidating, so to make it easier on myself, I'm going to be using any kind of art. Photography, drawing, or writing. Though I'm thinking writing for most of them, because it'll gimme some room to explore my figurative reach.

Wish me luck, I guess. Love.