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Upon A Lightless StarHe wanders aimlessly, shambling around in the moonlight. He doesn't quite know where he is, but he knows there are walls, walls and plenty of them. He checks each one, listening to it, waiting for some kind of a signal or a response. He finds nothing.Upon A Lightless Star by The-Autonomy-Program
As the daylight returns, he slowly begins to realize that these walls are parts of something bigger. They're buildings. And though he's meticulously checked each one in his drunken stupor, he is certain of one grave truth. What he wants is on neither side of these walls, whatever that thing is, and though he can't quite explain why, he feels that he himself is on both sides.
As the people come out from behind their walls, they begin to stare at him, so he stumbles back to the thing he calls home. He doesn't know where it is, and the closer he gets, the more he forgets why he's going there in the first place, but he doesn't stop to question it. He's afraid of the answers he might find if he stopped to question things like that.
HatemailDear United States Federal Government,Hatemail by The-Autonomy-Program
I hate you.
Please do something about this immediately.
CHOP Intro by Matt WarrenIt was four oclock in the afternoon, and Calvin Roberts was just starting to wake up. It was one of those lazy sort of days, like a Saturday afternoon where you can sleep all day and then party all night, and still be able to wake up for work come Monday morning.CHOP Intro by Matt Warren by The-Autonomy-Program
Calvin, or Cal, as his friends sometimes called him, stumbled out of bed over the piles of dirty clothes and magazines parading his floor, stretched his arms out, and gave a half yawn, half sneeze from the dust hanging about.
With the shades drawn, his bedroom was dimly lit, but Calvin could still just barley make out the calendar hanging on the wall. Stepping over a plate of pizza and a sandwich with mushrooms growing on it, he made his way over to it to see what day it was.
Eying it carefully, he saw that the last day crossed off was Friday, and the day before that was crossed off twice, which probably meant that it was Monday, or maybe Tuesday. Noting what time it was on the digital clock by his bed, he stretched his
As Stars We May Be MoreAs stars, we may be moreAs Stars We May Be More by The-Autonomy-Program
Not what you were hoping for
But wait and see what we have in store
Keep in mind to stay in sight
For something dark needs something bright
Someone who'll stay up all night
And even on through morning light
To glow on for our little fight
And remember to forget your dream
For reality, what it may seem,
Is nothing more than events in stream
In tandem hunting like a team
To break you, bend you, make you scream
And make you retreat into what we deem
A fiction stitched at every seam
To mirror all the truth you've seen
And though a mirror may present right back
Keep in mind how it refracts
The opposite, however exact
The truth of all the given facts
So forget about your fears and frights
And take in all the shining lights
Open your mind to brand new sights
And let go of dreams of falls and flights
We have one chance to make it right
For we're all stars in a single night
So come on, shine on,
Let's all be bright
So the world beneath us can be alright.
Exit 2006Exit 2006 by cheddarpaladin
by Matt Fleming
Curtain call; it's time for our final bow. I know I'm not the first student to ever compare his school career as a stage performance, and considering I'm not even in drama, it's quite ironic for me to pick such an analogy. However, the similarities are rather uncanny. For life is indeed a stage and the rest is vaudeville.
Ah, vaudeville! So much of our show was a vaudeville act. Sometimes the most satisfying memories of your life are the ones that have no lesson. Simply slapstick. I love slapstick comedy. If I had to define our show's genre, I'd say it was a comedy. If there was "drama" at all, it was melodrama, and that just added to the humor.
What I'm really up here to say is thank you. I'd like to thanků the Academy. Graduating from Schenck High School is like winning a Tony or an Oscar even. Maybe you all think that's an exaggeration. Well, personally, I think a high school diploma is worth a lot more that a fancy golden paperweight. Anyway, I sincerely m