Showing posts with label February 10. Show all posts
Showing posts with label February 10. Show all posts
Friday, February 10, 2017
A World Unformed and Void…
Are you, all of you, superior? If that is so then why do you lower yourself to an animal’s standards? If you are high above the black, white and the grays; then why are you confined to a world without color?
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2017 at 11:59AM,
February 10,
Freddy Zalta,
hatred,
love,
poetry,
punch in the face
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Corrections
Originally posted on Works:
? She walked up the stairs, swiped her metro card and made her way up the stairs to the platform. As she walked towards the front end so she could get on the second car of this F train headed to Manhattan, she felt the cold winter wind snap at her.…
? She walked up the stairs, swiped her metro card and made her way up the stairs to the platform. As she walked towards the front end so she could get on the second car of this F train headed to Manhattan, she felt the cold winter wind snap at her.…
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2016 at 10:02AM,
February 10,
Freddy Zalta
Domestic Violence does happen “Here” by Freddy S. Zalta
Originally posted on Works:
I was walking through Washington Square Park last week and there was a gathering of people chanting something, with stickers being worn and signs being thrust into the air. I had no idea what they were demonstrating for or against, so, me being me, I walked over and asked. …
I was walking through Washington Square Park last week and there was a gathering of people chanting something, with stickers being worn and signs being thrust into the air. I had no idea what they were demonstrating for or against, so, me being me, I walked over and asked. …
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2016 at 12:12AM,
February 10,
Freddy Zalta
Ghosts as Memories, Abound
Originally posted on Works:
Girl reading by a tree – as any girl anywhere in the world. They met each other in 1928. She was sitting in the park in Leipzig reading a book under a tree, which she would often do on weekends when she didn’t have school. Sarah was 17 years old and about…
Girl reading by a tree – as any girl anywhere in the world. They met each other in 1928. She was sitting in the park in Leipzig reading a book under a tree, which she would often do on weekends when she didn’t have school. Sarah was 17 years old and about…
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2016 at 12:01AM,
February 10,
Freddy Zalta
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