The USS Galileo is looking for players!
Nov. 15th, 2012 @ 07:09 am
||The GALILEO needs you!|
Welcome to the USS Galileo, a Star Trek roleplay set in the year 2389. This is an all original character cast crewing the Nova-class science vessel Galileo, on her missions throughout the galax. We are looking for writers to help take up the mantle at any one of our open posts. We have dozens of open positions available for the picking, so make sure to check us out! This roleplay is for anyone who is interested in the Trek continuity, who enjoys writing and active participation in a roleplay. This roleplay uses the very intuitive Nova software to make writing between multiple people simple and fun. If you love Star Trek, roleplaying and writing, the Galileo is for you.
These are the voyages of the starship Galileo. Her mission, to explore strange, new worlds. To seek out new life and new civilizations.
To study spacial rifts, wormholes, and time fluxes. To develop and test the latest cutting-edge technologies.
To observe and catalog new life forms...even though they might be slimy and look kind of disgusting....
To boldly go where no research vessel has gone before!
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"Measure what is measurable, and make measurable what is not so."
~ Galileo Galilei
Jun. 28th, 2010 @ 09:39 am
Heavy humidity presses her bone-thin limbs into patient, breathing soil
filling her footprints with earth-soaked scent.
Surrounded by wind pregnant with round, young droplets
so similar to the dull crimson rush of false fertility that streams from her,
She wonders if she is not so different from the rain
that threatens to split the seams of the billowing black,
wanting to be born.
Jul. 13th, 2008 @ 10:08 pm
After a while you learn|
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t always mean security.
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn…
Jun. 29th, 2008 @ 09:23 pm
1. How could she have predicted upon choosing the date America would lose her heart.|
2. When he sneaked though the window- we all knew. From a distance we watched him walk down the drive way – then to his dirty white jeep – He dove away to never come back.
3. Everyone is here to celebrate New Year, snacks and games, like charades. It's my turn.
4. Nervous excitement, afraid that I'd get lost. I made a friend.
5. We were the best of friends for years until she spread lies, embarrassed to be my friend. Now I have friends who are proud to be my friend and who are trustworthy.
6. Smooth silkiness that waters my mouth bitter and sweet creaminess I get enough that I could just bathe in it.
7. Dunk it. Stir It. Shake it up. Heat me up put ice in to make me cool. All colors, all different kinds of tastes. I'm open to anything.
8. Pressure- do I really want it? It's a must. More freedom or a burden?
9. Patience, Kindness, able to be silly at times, don't let them fool you. Tough but lenient. Might let the little tike get away with it this time.
10. We say good bye for the last time. I will miss you my soul sister.
11. America lost her heart.
12. Experts said that I only have limitations- they were wrong; I rose above the bar.
13. I hope to have a family before I'm forty and to be a published writer.
14. "Look, Look, My life is an open book."
Sep. 12th, 2005 @ 07:30 pm
It is just as this world, you know|
This world in its undying perfection
This world without the drop-in human nature
And he walks with us
He is not an object of heavenliness or praise
He is not bowed to or loved
In fact he exists just less than he once did
For we are among his gardens
Within his palms
Beneath his breath
So much so that he becomes us
Our reason is simply ourselves
Unanswered, for unasked
We are not alone for the company of those we knew
Those we now know
Those we never met
And those we never wished to meet
For there is bliss in the company of an enemy
There is a place for all things
Without definition or gender
Opinion or argument
But for some reason you feel no longer so immortal as you once did
For at some point which you cannot place your finger upon
You did in fact cease to exist
Cease to feel
Cease to act
Cease to express
You do not understand
You are simply reprieved of your wondering
And the worst feeling of all is while you cannot feel
Not to regret what you so wish to
What you could have been
While you had a person
While you had human nature
The shit and the shitter
For then, you had your control
For then, you had your choice
The power that is will to live
The power that is will to die
You had your life
I should not write as to how I feel, but as to how I feel I should write.
Expression will always be undefined.
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The beautiful girl on Rain St.|
She loved to dress in skirts - they felt as though she were wearing nothing at all. The wind danced merrily around her thighs in a high-spirited daze, the way it does in the nude. It was only the weight of that familiar cotton-based hem just above her knee that dragged her back into the real world, in which she was fully clothed.
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I've written this for school, even though school probably won't like it. My friends refuse to tell me how to improve it.|
( Trouble in Paradise? )
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She said, he said|
To eachother on the beach
Under the guise of affection
Creating a night forgotten
As they depart
Promises are broken
There will be no sequel
Always answer another animal.|
Bubbly brides beam boldly.
Cantankerous cats can't complain.
Don't dye deadly dingos.
Easy egrits expect eggs.
Fine feathers find freedom.
Good gals get guns.
Happy Harriet hates hair.
Icky igloos inch to Iceland.
Justified journalists join Jesus.
Kooky kangaroos keep ketchup.
Lieing lemurs leave late.
Moping monks might moan.
Never notice nautical necks.
Open oysters outside the office.
Pump peanuts into the penguin's pen.
Quick quails quit questioning.
Righteous radicals rally reasonably.
Slow snails stop snow.
Turgid tuna turns tangy.
Ugly umbrellas usurp underpants.
Various vigilantes vie for verification.
Wet walleye wear watches.
Xenophobic xenoliths Xerox xerophyte.
Young yaks yodelled yesterday.
Zany zoos zoom zippers.
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"Walk the Line"|
We own you, motherfucker
Assume the position, prepare for force
Bite your tongue, don't you dare talk back
Your pain is our pleasure
Stand the fuck up, keep marching
Sing us a happy little tune
You don't need no water
Where are your gods now?
|» I figured I might as well get us started...|
You try to figure out why you feel sick to your stomach
Could it be all of your lies and deception?
White men raping black women
Innocent people murdered in their sleep
Botched suicide attemps brought on by corporate greed
You try your best to look educated
Newspaper in hand that you don't even read
Eyes glued to FOX News
Paying your tithe
Step out of your ignorance
Abandon all traditional dogma
No-one owns you
Learn to love, learn to live, learn to be free
Reject what others perceive as reality
Only you can decide your destiny
Only you can impact the world
Only you can start the revolution