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Sir by coshdaddy, literature

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Sir

He paused and looked down. There are not many events that can get you to do that, he thought. Not a panicked stop, just a pause. What pauses me these days? Well, that did. He picked up the ball and tilted his head to the park where it had rolled from. A meek child, wearing an all-too-expensive NY Mets jersey stood timidly among his friends as they lightly tapped and pushed his shoulder and back towards the man. Git it, git it, he heard coming softly from the side of the still creaking swingset. "I wonder if he'd be like that to his friends if it was their ball", I thought. I paused again. Second time. The child looked over each shoulder as

The Messenger - 6 - Bound by coshdaddy, literature

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The Messenger - 6 - Bound

The dull patter of the rain against the stone streets of Venice played like violent drums in my head. With the fog lifted, the painful dark of the city now began to seep through the cracks of the walls and roads, slowly capturing the whole landscape. Angelo was leading me through these passages, through these once familiar streets, through memories that all fell second to my thoughts of my son. "Do you know about much about Anthony D'Amerigo, Joseph?" he asked, still vigilantly pressing forward hoping I would take credence to his call. "I always thought, with your job, you knew everything around here." He pushed his left hand into his jacket

it's 1991 by coshdaddy, literature

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it's 1991

Radio cracks over eggs, shovelled, ears perked with hopes of Nintendo and hot cocoa. Dreams turned off mid-sentence as we're rushed, still digesting, to hallways capped by cold, wooden frames. We sulk, sullen, to boots and mitts hearts heavy from the long walk ahead. Thrust into warm coats, arms outstretched, heads pat into the breach with woolen armour. Sinking through powdered paths where asphalt once sat and hibernates frozen. Water grasping at branches, fighting gravity like glass leaves, catching the light, already glowing perfect white. Metal, painted caution-yellow, slides stopping at my feet. I walk on to forty fr

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Probability by triptychr, literature

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Probability

The professor held out his hand, in which rested a single silver coin. "Now," he said, "If I flip this coin one thousand times—flip, flip, flip—and every time I come up tails, what do the rules of probability say my chances of getting heads will be on the next flip?" A girl raised her hand. "Still 50/50?" "Very good!" the professor said, bouncing the coin in his palm. "Who's to say that the next attempt won't come up heads; or the next thousand, for that matter?" A boy raised his hand. "But what if probability can't factor in? What if there's actually something wrong with the coin that makes it keep ending up that way?" "Ah," the pro

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The Messenger - 1 - Alive by coshdaddy, literature

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The Messenger - 1 - Alive

As the sun would crawl over the endless piles of buildings and begin to glisten over the water in the canals, so few sounds could be heard. The earliest of the gondola drivers, the singing of the songbirds human and animal hanging onto a note outside their windows, and of course, myself walking along the sides of the roads. Over the bridges, home to home, as the orange sky would light my way, chills from the morning air making every hair on my legs and arms stand on end. This was my life, my work, and my livelihood to which I had devoted the last of my days. A simple messenger boy, not a man, a shell of a man once revered in greatness. I do

The Messenger - 1 - Alive

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About coshdaddy

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Canada
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People call me Cosh.

I volunteer in the Artist Relations department, which is under the helm of the unflappable moonbeam13, as a Literature Gallery Director. somestrangebirds joins me in the battle. My primary role is helping out the lit community with what they need.

I am currently in an undergrad program in a Canadian University. I am studying Computers and other technological bric-a-brac. I'm a sponge of useless information and popular culture.

If you have questions, concerns or ideas about anything let me know. If you have any DD suggestions for literature, you may feel free to note them to me. Make sure to include "DD" somewhere in the subject line. Otherwise, you can note somestrangebirds for poetry or myself for prose.

Current Residence: Country of the 2010 Winter Olympics
Operating System: Windows XP Professional
Personal Quote: There's no way to find yourself, in someone else

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Karen 'Kei' McKenna (~souldreamx)

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PSCS2, Epson1260, pencil, notepad

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coshdaddy

Feb 4, 2008

It's Full of Stars

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It's been a full month since being out of school has really sunk in. It was the time when all my friends who were starting their Masters or second degrees starting going on about their courses or professors, and I was like, I AM DOING NOTHING! I then proclaimed myself to be a professional. A professional Loafer. It says so on my business cards*. I've spent the month just getting myself sorted. I didn't do much over the holidays besides eat, eat, and sleep. I didn't even play much Wii, much to my chagrin. Super Mario still sits unfinished, Resident Evil: Umbrella Chronicles sits UNOPENED, and I have a plethora of patients that need saving in

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coshdaddy

Dec 12, 2007

ceiling cat is watching you graduate

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omg ceiling cat is watching me graduate! Finally finished... Yeah, I'm done. After 5 years, a lot of money, and way too many sleepless nights I have gotten my Bachelor in Computer Science. Managed to make it through this semester and my final thesis with great success and ended up finishing with a good chance of graduating with distinction. All good things. I'm sorry I haven't been around, in case anyone was looking. I originally intended to stay around periodically, but I made a commitment to finishing this semester as best I could, and when I spent my first week off dA, I decided I would just go for it. Checked my email, but otherwise di

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Jun 30, 2007

Death of Inevitability

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"We all agree then...colour does have a 'u'." Toni has taken her leave from my humble abode. It was a really great time, really, when I wasn't up to my ears in homework. We spent some time just hanging around, went to the movies (Knocked Up was really funny) and met up with friends and family. It was just really great, and I was not happy to have her go. We'll be getting together again soon, though, and I'm sure she'll be posting a journal about her time here. I really haven't spent enough time here, and I apologize. On that note Life has been really complicated for me as of late. I've been tied to school, which is one thing, but a lot of

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Hey old friend.

Hope everything is well.

tralala

Greetings and well-wishes, sir.

Radiohead-Club

Apr 5, 2009

Hello! We are a new Radiohead fan club! I saw that you were a member of RHFU's club, but they haven't benn active in what...2 years? I am the moderator of other clubs that are quite prosperous, so I'll actually be an active moderator. If you want, you can join our club and basically resume your position in the RHFU's club!

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