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Hey all!
I just started a side project that is taking up most of my time. When I started it, I didn't think it would take off, but it did.

So all those that wish to join or join in, follow me to my new blog "lose it fat boy!"

My new twitter name is "loseitfatboy"

I hope to see you there soon!

Love Hurts

A great weight had settled upon my chest, breathing had become a nightly chore. The absence of warmth in my soul had grown into a tundra of empty thoughts. I neglected speech, for it would only come in riddle. I neglected food and drink, for it would only prolong the inevitable.

As I lay prone under my tomb of blankets, I become aware of a presence.

My eye's cracked open, like a spine of an old book being opened for the first time in decades. My sight tainted by the light that had found its way through a window in my room. I could barely make out a small silhouette standing above me.

Who are you? I asked with a stuttering voice.

Placing a warm hand over my mouth, he spoke.

Pain you have, lost you feel
I will cure this with my arrow made of steel

But first I will tell you, something very important.
Do not ever forget these words, that will be spoken
or you will suffer, another heart be broken.

Love doesn't have a definition, it is something you feel.
You wont find it in a book, or a movies reel.

It goes without a scent, it has no name brand look.
you can not catch it with a fishing pole, using the sharpest of hooks.

Love can't be painted, or written with a pen.
But an empty canvas, is no place to begin.

The small figure pulled a bow and arrow from his back. The arrow made of sharp steel that he had once mentioned, was now pointing at me.

And with that, I bid you a good farewell! He whispered.

I Couldn't move as he pointed his weapon at me. I just closed my eye's and prayed, hoping it didn't sting.

Gasping for breath, I set up from my bed. I didn't have anything in my chest, and I wasn't bleeding, or dead!

This small figure was all just a damn dream! I yelled happily.

I felt so relieved I wanted to share my odd dream with the world. Wait, they wouldn't understand, I thought to myself. A close friend perhaps, No, they will think I went insane. Maybe my parents, they are sure to understand! no, they will think it's silly.

I sat at the edge of my bed, trying to think of someone to share this with, but nothing came to mind.

I reached over to my night stand, grabbing the phone in hand, and dialing a familiar number that was sure to understand. When She picked up, I was so relieved. I could now share this weird dream, with somebody just like, Me!

This was a story I wrote for my girlfriend. Her and I had been having what we thought were problems, but turned out nothing more then seeds for love. My love has grown beyond what I ever imagined it would, and I suspect it will continue for many years to come.

Have a wonderful Valentine's Day everyone, even if you have to love just yourself!

I love you with all my heart and soul.
your Failure
Boe Smith

Building a character

I sit here in at my messy desk, puffing furiously at my cigarette, and sipping my frappuccino, trying to build more characters on paper.  I know what I want, but I have to think of what others would also want.  This whole process reminds me of a relationship and how it will make or break a great character.

We start out hiding behind walls, slowly but surely, we remove brick by brick.  Once our inner selfs are exposed, we get attacked!  The person attacking us says "I love you", but deep down we translate that as "I will break you."  The war is waged, every weapon of mouth destruction is used in an attempt to make that person understand you more.

Nobody is safe, men, women, children, not even your boss when you're under attack and the reserves are running low.  Everyone around you will suffer, not only you.  Friends will be lost, mothers will be mad, children will be scared, enemies will be made.  Then, if both people are not insane and taking to many prescriptions for self numbing, you get to move into the next phase of character shaping.

The years go by (if you are lucky enough), both sides have waved white flags, both embrace, and forgiveness begins.  They both now know each others weaknesses, and strengths.  The woman gives her all, the man gives what he thinks shes wants from him.  At first glance, these people would have one to believe they're the perfect couple, like land that was once charred from a fire, beauty now resides.

What the hell is my whole point to this?

My point; It takes massive amounts of time to build character, just make sure you are a good one when all is said and done.

Now back to writing this movie!  :)
Take care all, and love like you never been hurt, every time.

Research, redo, rewrite

I don't care how much I may involve myself in research before I write, I will always question myself time and time again. I do it so much, I end up rewriting an entire scene that drew no correlation from what was the original. I could be writing about a shark with lasers on his head, and have it turn into a love story about a shipwrecked dwarf. I guess my whole point to this would be, my lack of staying on topic really stinks at times.

Speaking of stink, I just found out, milk goes bad after 3 days of being left out. I couldn't for the life of me find what smelt at the time, like ass.

Life is a lot like that glass of milk, so perfect and refreshing one moment, then stinking like sweaty plumber crack the next. See, I jumped off topic after the first paragraph.

Well, back to writing scene one of many!