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There was once a man that lived in Ireland who went by the name of Stingy Jack. Why was the man's name Stingy Jack you may ask? Well, Stingy Jack was a callous old man that loved to play tricks. He loved to play tricks so much that he didn't care who he played tricks on. Friends, Strangers, Church folks, and why he would even play tricks on his old mother. News tends to spread fast in small towns, like the one that Jack lived in, so fast that every man heard about the deeps of Jack from Dublin to Belfast. Eventually the old snake, known as the Devil, heard about Jack and his transgressions. The Devil's impatience and desire began to cloud his

Page 1: (6 panels) Not a good time to Nap! Panel 1: In Panel one we see four American Patriots standing in front of a large bank vault. We see them through a grainy looking camera that is giving us a High Angle view from center of the vault door. Caption: When your reading a comic book often times you get a larger then life main character.  Sometimes Characters.  That seems to be in the middle of some action that just so happened to fall into their laps. Panel 2: We should still get the impression that were looking through the eye of a camera system. This time the camera is a eye level long shot. We see whats on the other side of the wall

Int. scene - description Homer is at work, sleeping in front of his post. When Carl and Lennie walk in with a box of donuts. Smelling the donuts as Carl opens the box--Homer wakes up. Homer (Yawning) MMMMMMM...Donuts. Carl (Mischievously) Hey Homer, want to go with me and Lennie and bungee jump in the smoke stacks? Theres some donuts in it for you. Homer (Thinking to himself) Should I do it? Mr.Burns said if anyone is caught bungee jumping they're fired! But the Donuts!  Homer (jumping up cheerfully) I'll do it! shot - description We see Homer, Carl, and Lennie standing on top of the nuclear smoke stack. Lennie nailing dow

April was finally here and with it came its soft cooling rain right after a surprisingly warm end of March. The rain started around 7 in the morning and now with it being 12 noon it showed no signs of stopping.  People who were outside would be running from place to place covering themselves with anything they had on them. San Diego weather was always so perfect especially near the beach, but it seemed that mother nature had-a-change-of-heart-today. Patrick walked into a small time diner covering his head with the days newspaper.  When the Door opened a small bell tied to the door latch made a small ring telling the waitress someone came in.

What if? What if these Flowers could talk? Would they sing praises for you? Of how much you care And how much you love What if these Flowers could talk? What would they say to each other? Of How lovely you are Or how your smile shines What if these flowers could talk? Would they pray to God for you? That you live long in blithe Or so that you stay wise Unfortunately these flowers can't talk. But if they could I know what they would say. They would tell you how great a mother you are!

Gone astray into my Dark forest, I cry powerless to feel the grasp of love, or hark the voice of wisdom. Lord, how long? I plummet into carnal sins; my back I turn from Calvary, but feel the eyes of Golgotha. Lord, how long? The Flames of the Inferno; the constricting dark choking sulfur The chains of Judecca I deserve. Lord, how long? Keening for the Lamb's death on a tree; I taste the bitter Sins and greave At his resurrection I take a knee and plee! Lord, how long? In Hell Minos would Condemn But your promises of love and life are like a gem You are too good to me! Lord, how long? I become aware of your gift; I cry,

Oh, siren tempt me not with your wistful wicked way Oh, tempt me not siren with your enchanting soft skin siren tempt me not with your bewitching hair tempt me not with your lips of that of a rose oh, don't tempt me with crystal blue eyes or the way I use to kiss your nose oh, siren don't hide your face from me oh, not that fair face that brought me close your sailor that you enticed by night with sweet songs we tryst.

Ashamed of my past faults, I remain I avow my own iniquities But in my vault, cut off, from confession Leaden in my lurid and cold last home This haunting hill is where I lay, endlessly The worms shall eat on the tainted reeking meat The fate of all is to suffer as I To forever more remain in their grave I avow my own iniquities Ashamed of my past faults, I remain.