Post by Debby Duncan on Jun 19, 2008 20:14:07 GMT -8
One late afternoon, Kyle stood waiting at the door way of his kitchen within his home eating bread that he had freshly toasted. He ate a small bit of it at a time adding butter to it while he ate. He knew how much goodness came out of others that would reflect that unto him. He saw how to capture his mind into a swell of events going through his head. He knew also that time passes as if he were just too drawn into his thoughts. He even imagined that he was a bird or a being who could just go anywhere. He jumped to the fact that as he ate his fill, he remembered how much time he had put into making the toast and putting it towards his pleasure and satisfaction. He wondered why he would just gesture at the type of arrangment of ideas and misrallied feelings about everyone else. He knew that taking a monent in thought would allow him to clarify his mind and think straight and to the point. He at the moment though as of now didn't have anyone around to chat to as he had wished for for quite a while, but no less than a few weeks. He always liked to do his art out into his spare time and let the ideas somewhat flow into his head at a glimse of what he sort of believed in, in terms of gesturing the way the world appears to him exactly and to its complete style and form.
When he finished his toast, he felt very drawn into his style of suit which he wore often. He hadn't put down that woredrobe for as long as he could remember. He tossed it aside saying that it was time to create another outfit. He wised he had found some way that the suit wouldn't wear out and tear. He thought of making himself an armor suit to back up the one he would make out of fabric and rubber extra. Most of his things were hard to come by, like armor, not an original thought, but an idea from eariler days when he was walking along a beach hearing the dolphins squeak and squill and sea gulls drop shells on top of his head as a nousence. He plundered over the scale of pain and disoriantation over such a long feeling of guilt about being slow on making final decisions on what he wanted to do. He just stamplered over to his right and remarked about all he has been thought for the pass few days which he tried to plan ahead for his scedule to go smoothly. He figured that most of the time, he would gather enough information about where he wanted to layout his plans and get himself organized and ready for farther settings for his opprotunites and solutions to his misunderstandings and changes for the last half hour.
Kyle jumped outside for awhile and assorbed the warm sun upon his cold damp body after sweating the odds off his shoulders. He grapped over the area of concern for quite a bit now, not allowing his self to encounter anymore worries that was simply already there. The sun helped him calm down and figure out the odds to gather more ideas about his reasoning and meaning for living daily. He thought that the armor idea might work as a different way to go, green and snazey. He wanted to make it shiny and artistic looking with green lights and technological advencements to verge his flight into a keen promise to memorize and use properly without any mistakes or disadvantagements. From his knowledge, he had to create it himself since no body else wanted to give him any aid or help with it. He shroved and continued to begin now walking in to gather his materials and pushing his self to work with it to see if it was even possible to design such a thing. A new woredrobe and then start on another lay back material for his fabric-rubber conbination for his other suit of green, maybe different shades of green in tone. He then just felt confident though, even if he was the one who knew how he liked his costumes and fitting extra.
Kyle took a step up the line when he finished his first layout design for his first suit he had thought up and was gently rubbing his head to figure out what more he could add or take away. He jumped to conclusons about his art in terms of design and walked his self through his steps more slowly to see what he might had missed or was mislead into. He currected his mistakes and tried to bound up his work into a makable piece. He gets the make-up into digital format and log in to make it more elaborate and tachnical in proportion and in a connection to his mental ideas of how it was going to turn out. He laughed at a few of his designs to start out with and continued to pick through the grass of data he had gathered through his work recently and created a full scale replica of the suit in 3D format over a computerized board layout guide. He smiled at it and altered it a bit more and jived at its appearance and assumed accomplishment to shape and complexity. He plundered around his creation over the panal and programed the system of his to start the process of developing the prolonged pieceing togather of the metal suit of his which he had spent a large amount of time on, which he had done in his computer lab usually used for experiments and scientific discoveries and generalizations. He remarked that the suit looked spectacular and worthy to be worn year around with a possiblity that it might just last a whole lot longer than his ordinary costumes he has right now. He wanted it to have duriblity and evidiblity. He could evolve his work a lot over the pass month or two to get better at what he liked doing, which was going to improve the outlook of others upon him or just improve his outlook upon life without feeling the guilt of not trying hard enough to aim and gain that priority.
He set the computer before him to build the created replica of the digital design of the armored suit. He learned that it would take at least seven to eight months to finish and perfect. As for his other suit for now, he sat down in front of a fireplace and started sewing together a fabric and nylon rubbered costume. He made the theme within both his suit of the time, green, which he had always went by without fustration of dening his colors. He also still actaully had a portable green lantern which glowed on top of the fireplace. He believed in things to last and be reliable to him daily and enjurently until he may begin following another form of ralation with other people's terms of how they would rather perfer in conserning matters determining his true appearence to them as they are also referred to as the outsiders or the public. He wanted to fit in with everyone else and adapt to everyday life one step at a time like having one piece of pie without consuming the whole pie just because it was too good for him. He also knew that his own glowing ring is his most desirible and seems to glare at him every time he glances at it for which it gave him his only powers for now and was almost too capturing to his imagination of his own will and comprehension. He had always dreamed of being able to please the public by his work and art extra. He wanted to allow the public to see him as a worthy person of his word and factual confrontation of life in general and irreality in front of him each day he walks forward and looks forward to his on coming future. He may learn from many different common mistakes and miscalculations of his way of life and his constant work to improve his aims for his life's determinations which he wanted to achieve ever since he was still young and living with his direct family.
When he finished his toast, he felt very drawn into his style of suit which he wore often. He hadn't put down that woredrobe for as long as he could remember. He tossed it aside saying that it was time to create another outfit. He wised he had found some way that the suit wouldn't wear out and tear. He thought of making himself an armor suit to back up the one he would make out of fabric and rubber extra. Most of his things were hard to come by, like armor, not an original thought, but an idea from eariler days when he was walking along a beach hearing the dolphins squeak and squill and sea gulls drop shells on top of his head as a nousence. He plundered over the scale of pain and disoriantation over such a long feeling of guilt about being slow on making final decisions on what he wanted to do. He just stamplered over to his right and remarked about all he has been thought for the pass few days which he tried to plan ahead for his scedule to go smoothly. He figured that most of the time, he would gather enough information about where he wanted to layout his plans and get himself organized and ready for farther settings for his opprotunites and solutions to his misunderstandings and changes for the last half hour.
Kyle jumped outside for awhile and assorbed the warm sun upon his cold damp body after sweating the odds off his shoulders. He grapped over the area of concern for quite a bit now, not allowing his self to encounter anymore worries that was simply already there. The sun helped him calm down and figure out the odds to gather more ideas about his reasoning and meaning for living daily. He thought that the armor idea might work as a different way to go, green and snazey. He wanted to make it shiny and artistic looking with green lights and technological advencements to verge his flight into a keen promise to memorize and use properly without any mistakes or disadvantagements. From his knowledge, he had to create it himself since no body else wanted to give him any aid or help with it. He shroved and continued to begin now walking in to gather his materials and pushing his self to work with it to see if it was even possible to design such a thing. A new woredrobe and then start on another lay back material for his fabric-rubber conbination for his other suit of green, maybe different shades of green in tone. He then just felt confident though, even if he was the one who knew how he liked his costumes and fitting extra.
Kyle took a step up the line when he finished his first layout design for his first suit he had thought up and was gently rubbing his head to figure out what more he could add or take away. He jumped to conclusons about his art in terms of design and walked his self through his steps more slowly to see what he might had missed or was mislead into. He currected his mistakes and tried to bound up his work into a makable piece. He gets the make-up into digital format and log in to make it more elaborate and tachnical in proportion and in a connection to his mental ideas of how it was going to turn out. He laughed at a few of his designs to start out with and continued to pick through the grass of data he had gathered through his work recently and created a full scale replica of the suit in 3D format over a computerized board layout guide. He smiled at it and altered it a bit more and jived at its appearance and assumed accomplishment to shape and complexity. He plundered around his creation over the panal and programed the system of his to start the process of developing the prolonged pieceing togather of the metal suit of his which he had spent a large amount of time on, which he had done in his computer lab usually used for experiments and scientific discoveries and generalizations. He remarked that the suit looked spectacular and worthy to be worn year around with a possiblity that it might just last a whole lot longer than his ordinary costumes he has right now. He wanted it to have duriblity and evidiblity. He could evolve his work a lot over the pass month or two to get better at what he liked doing, which was going to improve the outlook of others upon him or just improve his outlook upon life without feeling the guilt of not trying hard enough to aim and gain that priority.
He set the computer before him to build the created replica of the digital design of the armored suit. He learned that it would take at least seven to eight months to finish and perfect. As for his other suit for now, he sat down in front of a fireplace and started sewing together a fabric and nylon rubbered costume. He made the theme within both his suit of the time, green, which he had always went by without fustration of dening his colors. He also still actaully had a portable green lantern which glowed on top of the fireplace. He believed in things to last and be reliable to him daily and enjurently until he may begin following another form of ralation with other people's terms of how they would rather perfer in conserning matters determining his true appearence to them as they are also referred to as the outsiders or the public. He wanted to fit in with everyone else and adapt to everyday life one step at a time like having one piece of pie without consuming the whole pie just because it was too good for him. He also knew that his own glowing ring is his most desirible and seems to glare at him every time he glances at it for which it gave him his only powers for now and was almost too capturing to his imagination of his own will and comprehension. He had always dreamed of being able to please the public by his work and art extra. He wanted to allow the public to see him as a worthy person of his word and factual confrontation of life in general and irreality in front of him each day he walks forward and looks forward to his on coming future. He may learn from many different common mistakes and miscalculations of his way of life and his constant work to improve his aims for his life's determinations which he wanted to achieve ever since he was still young and living with his direct family.
