James Harmon
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The Juggernaut
I'm going to start this off a little corny so bear with me. Once upon a time, there was a little boy born into this world. The little boy was naturally a shy, timid creature. He was not born with the temperament for battling and fighting. The little boy was born with a natural artistic ability and could sing, draw, paint, and create all sorts of things from clay and other materials simply from his imagination. His imagination was very strong. The little boy was also born with the gift to learn and craved to know things. Learning came very easily to this little boy because he had a little camera in his head that could take pictures of anything he could later pull up to look at when he needed, and he had a little tape recorder in his head that recorded everything he heard and he could go back and replay the tapes anytime he needed or wanted to hear what he heard again. The little boy was born for creating things, not fighting.
By James Harmon5 years ago in Families
In The White Room
The color white...the color symbol for purity and goodness. In the color spectrum white is all the colors as one. White light refracted from a cut piece of glass, or a diamond the way it sparkles. Crystals can bend that pure white light and you'll see all kinds of colors reflecting off that surface. How ironic it is that the color white, the very representation of peace and goodness, can be the most cruel of all colors. I can try my best to tell you why I believe this to be so. It is not a story for the faint of heart of that I must warn you before you continue.
By James Harmon5 years ago in Criminal
