When I was younger I used to write all the time. But I thought I'd never be a writer because I didn't know enough.
Now I'm older & understand more things and I almost never write.
Tips for today's Internet Op-ed Writer- Think about a particular topic and how it makes YOU feel, then immediately type it out. Having a rough draft or checking of spelling & grammar is illegal.Tips for today's Internet Op-ed Writer by MuttMix
- Researching a topic is unnecessary, since its impossible for Internet Op-ed writers to be wrong.
- Be contrarian as possible, because having an opposing opinion is more important than having an educated one.
-If someone is offended it's either because; A)they don't share your ethnicity/gender/sexual preference/location/STD and therefore aren't allowed to comment on your work or B) they don't understand "satire".
-Use gratuitous amounts of swearing to show how edgy, original, & rebellious you are.
-Remember to talk about truly traumatic experiences like someone calling you stupid in a chat-room or having to wait two minutes longer then usual for your coffee.
-Title your article about one subject, then proceed to write about something completely unrelated. For example, title your article "Baseball" and
Lazy Essay type PoemWhere are we headed?Lazy Essay type Poem by MuttMix
Today humanity is facing a series of choices.
Religious fundamentalism mired with Nationalism & backed by Oligarchy
A Pseudo-Social Democracy that keeps pushing itself towards a vague idea of Freedom
Or will we simply have to settle for a Brave New World?
Can a Generation that has better communication devices then ever before bring peace?
Or are we merely doomed to succumb to material wants & simple selfishness?
Does writing bad poetry answer these questions?
This ever happen to you?June decided to call her boyfriend.This ever happen to you? by MuttMix
Only to discover he wasn't home.
Then June decided to leave a message.
Only to discover her boyfriends answering machine was broke.
June decided to go look for her boyfriend.
Only to discover her car would not start.
June then decided to take the bus.
Only to discover she had no exact change.
June then decided to give up.
Only to get a text that read:
"Why didn't you call?"
MomentaryDream-like, rivers of silver and gold within the every corner of the room. Articulate decorations, heavy with luxury hanging from each corner and within all the furniture. Halls dressed in silver and light, moonlight faintly falling through the high windows brushing everything in them, surrounding with a halo everything. An atmosphere unlike any other, filled with people, familiar and unfamiliar alike; and yet strangely lonely and deserted.
A ballroom wearing rococo; filled with an endless loop of dancing guests. Gold, silver and a thousand coloured gems within every corner, and worn by every single guest. Laughter and happiness around, surrounding the redhead at the centre of it all. A waltz in the midst of a palace, couples all around; a grace and a strange serenity filling the halls. The redhead in the midst left a stranger, alone though surrounded by a hundred guests.
An image of the past, perchance; of cities long abandoned and left behind, surrounded by air permeated with new his