Проха (Golden Muzik) и Ser.G (Furymo) – Фристайлы На Кухне (Рэп На Обед / Парами / Включаю Стиль / Чего Сидишь и другие)

...-2 form rejections--1 request for full I'm only keeping out five at a time. Not sure if this is wise or unwise. I have no idea what I'm doing. :) But hey, progress is being made. Yay! I worked on Golden some more last night. Clarity is burning a little brighter as we apeak. I'm more ready to start pages now, I think. Can't say when--it seems like whenever I say what my plans are they all fall...

...probably ended up in the dumpster that is the spam folder, and I have to wait six weeks before I can query to make sure. *rolls eyes*), but I did the drawing. And I made a little headway on Golden . Not much, but some. Worked out a few character issues. Went over a critter I got back. Slow, but sure. Still haven't written any new pages. :( Here's the image I worked on: My Sin ...

So there are a million things I should be doing this weekend. School things, home things, sim things for Brooke, but do I do them? No. I move my self-sim into Golden. I'd been meaning to dump the Alle-sim into my newest hood ever since I updated her appearance for a cameo in a simsecret, so it was nice to just chill out and build my dream trailer for a little while. Please indulge or forgive my vanity...

No new news. I'm just having an impossible time working on my wip, Golden . I started editing the first section and revamping a few plot points, but for some reason I can't commit to it. It's all hollow in my head waiting for the agent responses. Usually I can ignore it all and just move on, but for some reason I'm stalled. Not good. It's kind of pissing me off, actually. Maybe I need to do a new...

What winters scream against a passionate embrace. Vicious tempests whipping at the waves like an angry lover beating on pillows. Blanketed in former glory, we see nothing but the golden shades of love, and like children we believe that all is well in green tides. There is hurt and fear and raindrops in my soul. I look outward with nose pressed to the glass, waiting for the time I am...

... he is like a man covered with spines, who just wants to touch and help but can't do so without hurting someone. And all of the mothers raise their babies- stay away from him. Pairing: The Doctor/Rose Warning: Spoilers for Journey's End Song: Golden- Fall Out Boy Clips: Doctor Who Video: Thought of and assembled by HeartPrism. I don't hold the copyright to these clips or this song.

...boy finds the pornographic statue of a man and an otter and decides to use the time between his A-levels and starting university to trace this statue back to its creator. Rating: superfunk - golden - sweet - blah - superblah - blergh I loved the crazy story that leads our hero from England to Hong Kong to Tokyo to L.A., and I loved the characters and the language, but something, some minor...

Agent querie stats: 1 reject -- 4 waiting I've been reading back through Golden , to get back in the groove. I think I've realized that the last 7,000-8,000 words I did are going to have to get tossed out. I took it in a weird direction, tone-wise--not sure what my deal-io was. GOLDEN 33,726 / 90,000 (37.5%) Let's see if I can get some more editing...

...cast a spell on the knob from Paul's bed: he had only to twist it and wish, and it would take them wherever they wanted to go, anywhere in the world, or even into the past. Rating: superfunk - golden - sweet - blah - superblah - blergh When I was a kid, my mother read to me. Every night, unless I was really, really bad. I can remember that happening once, ha. Be that as it may, she read this...