Crazy+Moments+xD

The music reminds me of boxers. The sound of the boxers walking into the ring. The visions of them dancing in their heads. The adrenaline around rushing in them. Then the music suddenly goes down. Like when the referee hushes the crowd. Anger bubbles in the boxers. Each wants the wins more then the other or so they think. As they walk to the ring they see each other. They look into each others eyes and wish themselves the best of luck. Then the fight starts. The music roars up again as the first punch is swung. No one can tell who will win. The fight is as on going as the music .Their gloves are made of leather. The crowd cheers as loud as the can. One opponents’ coach is as tall as a skyscraper. The crowd continues to scream, cheer, and yell as the fighters try to focus on the win. At the end the big coach stomped this big, fat, and dirty feet.

There was once a happy sandwich. His parents taught him well. To grow up happy and to not mold. He was always happy until the day he was forgotten on a bus. The young skinny boy and forgotten the happy sandwich on the bus. The sandwich sat in the black whole of a paper bag. He cried and screamed " LET ME OUT!!" but no one seemed to be able to here him. He was all alone. He prayed that the boy would come back and get him. The young boy seemed to have vanished into thin air thought the not so happy sandwich. The zip log bag the sandwich was in was an oven. He was so hot. His bread body was beginning to dry up. It was a desert in there thought the sandwich. He was beginning to worry. The sandwich was in the bag forever it seemed. All of the other food in the bag was nasty and stinky. He was really scared. While he was in the bag flies where trying to eat him but they gave up and flew away. It seemed like forever before he saw light again. He smelled a really bad smell and realized it was him. He had grown mold! He smelled so bad that the bus driver threw him away. Bye bye stinky sandwich. Looking at my tree i could see many things. One is that it was a lonely tree. It wants to be happy but just cant find happpiness. It longs for something. Maybe love? The tree needs something to bring it to life. The swirls represent the happiness it wants but cant find or seem to get a hold of. The tree could be lost or wanting something it can never have. Maybe the tree is harmaonizing with love, and engery from the swirls. I could maybe be admiring the engery of the swirls, but jelous because it cant join them. The blackside repsrents the dark side of things. The blue represnts the good and positve things. Black over powers the blue becasue there always seemes to be more bad the good things. Maybe the tree is jelous maybe the swirls can do things it cant.

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