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psyxxx's profile
AGE:
21
LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: December 17
LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: December 17
HELLO!
I’ve just joined URBIS, so I’m a NEWB I guess.
Erm…...Not much I can put here personality wise, so I’ll just fill you in on the facts:
I’m 18
Studying in my final year of quizzes – sorry, I mean “A-levels”. (whoops)
I’m 6”3 with short blonde hair
I’m tempted to put how much I weigh, but that may seem a little odd.
Erm…what else?
Oh yes, I’m a member of the NYT – hopefully going to audition for a place at one drama school or another in the coming year…
My interests include, well, writing OBVIOUSLY!
Quite sporty – like going weightlifting with a group I train with at P.A.C (Peterborough Athletics Club), and my favourite event right now is the Shotputt, although I do dabble in the old sprints occasionally
(as a…
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Fluidly? or should that be Fluidity? Again - I have to come back to this review - not that I find it a bad review, it's just what is said within it frustrates me more and in different ways each time I read it. This time I would like to pick up on Mellowwinterim's point about "structural revisions.” “structural revisions might help this flow for the reader more fluidly” I find this comment a touch aggravating because that wasn’t what I wanted to achieve with this piece. I felt flustered, out o...
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She once danced upon a mulberry bush, atop a grassy mount. The sky that day was a sheer blue canvas, that perfection it did surmount. And below the Heavens, dancing there, was the surmountation. Crying forth and frolicking, her hair flew around in excitation. She had no cares, worries, nor pitfalls to her character, and any that were there (for I could not care About them) were but dapples of wool in her hair, the mulberry bush she stroked, her hand as soft as fur. At once I realised, my drea...
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My place of clear water, The first hill in the world, Where springs washed into The shiny grass and darkened cobbles Lay in the bed of the lane. Lush valleys, soft gradients of tranquility, my own meadow.
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My place of clear water, the first hill in the world where springs washed into the shiny grass and darkened cobbles lay in the bed of the lane. Lush valleys, soft gradients of tranquility, my own meadow.
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She once danced upon a mulberry bush, atop a grassy mount. The sky that day was a sheer blue canvas, that perfection it did surmount. And below the Heavens, dancing there, was the surmountation. Crying forth and frolicking, her hair flew around in excitation. She had no cares, worries, nor pitfalls to her character, and any that were there (for I could not care About them) were but dapples of wool in her hair, the mulberry bush she stroked, her hand as soft as fur. At once I realised, my drea...
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Ah, some more footnotes at the feet of Plato. Highly critical footnotes if I might add, and well worth reading - for the analogy of truth found by Plato in the sun has often been overlooked and taken for granted by many students of philosophy. I'm glad to see someone who has the wisdom to question the wise. Might I give a couple of pointers? One - although a very eloquent and readable explanation of the three mentioned philosopher's beliefs and works - I had a slight bit of trouble finding wh...
I enjoyed this haiku for several reasons, the main one being that your use of the format is less rigid than others I have read - it's fluid and so the first line flows through to the second seamlessly. There is also a sense of completion - not an artificially worded phrase to make it fit, but it feels as if this is a maxim you hold in your own life, and have expressed it neatly and clearly. A passionate haiku, written like a natural.
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