http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:SonnyDeSoma&section=today deviantART RSS for by:SonnyDeSoma en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Tue, 15 Dec 2009 09:03:02 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://SonnyDeSoma.deviantart.com/journal/20929605/ http://SonnyDeSoma.deviantart.com/journal/20929605/ Fri, 10 Oct 2008 23:41:17 PDT
Next time they try to make me go to rehab I'm just going to flat out refuse.

Edit;

Think I'm doing better now, working at getting back to university and getting to go to the gym quite a lot with a free personal trainer who somehow knows just how much to do to get me to the point where I can't really do any more, which is good for my muscles, which are stronger than they've ever been, unlike in rehab where I had to get nurses to open jars, I think there was an injoke, the nurses and other staff kept saying "nurses have strong wrists", am I missing something?

I need help to keep the *Deviant-Underground churning, am basically trying to do it by myself atm,

One of the only things I notice that I do wrong since my injury is holding down shift for just a tiny bit longer than I need to resulting in TWO capitalized letters at the start of each sentence.

I pretty much just finished reading the first Twilight book,

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*Deviant-Underground, the gears are turning.

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How's my peeps?





I enjoy *holga

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Thanks for your attention.

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A man is driving down the road and his car breaks down near a monastery.

He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, "My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?"

The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. A sound unlike anything he's ever heard before. The Sirens that nearly seduced Odysseus into crashing his ship comes to his mind. He doesn't sleep that night.

He tosses and turns trying to figure out what could possibly be making such a seductive sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk." Distraught, the man is forced to leave.

Years later, after never being able to forget that sound, the man goes back to the monastery and pleads for the answer again.

The monks reply, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk."

The man says, "If the only way I can find out what is making that beautiful sound is to become a monk, then please, make me a monk."

The monks reply, "You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of grains of sand. When you find these answers, you will have become a monk."

The man sets about his task.

After years of searching he returns as a gray-haired old man and knocks on the door of the monastery. A monk answers. He is taken before a gathering of all the monks.

"In my quest to find what makes that beautiful sound, I travelled the earth and have found what you asked for: By design, the world is in a state of perpetual change. Only God knows what you ask. All a man can know is himself, and only then if he is honest and reflective and willing to strip away self deception."


The monks reply, "Congratulations. You have become a monk. We shall now show you the way to the mystery of the sacred sound."

The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, "The sound is beyond that door."

The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man is given the key to the stone door and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. And so it went that he needed keys to doors of emerald, pearl and diamond.

Finally, they come to a door made of solid gold. The sound has become very clear and definite. The monks say, "This is the last key to the last door."

The man is apprehensive to no end. His life's wish is behind that door!

With trembling hands, he unlocks the door, turns the knob, and slowly pushes the door open. Falling to his knees, he is utterly amazed to discover the source of that haunting and seductive sound...

But, of course, I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk.

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I've also spent a few hours on deviantart just now, more than I've spent on here in years.

edit:
Make that 268, at this rate, I'll have 268 by the end of the day!
And I know, it doesn't matter, however it means a lot to me that you're reading this.


edit: 1198 per day, 437580 per year! I thought I knew how it worked but now that it's been a few days since I started on here I really don't.
And no, it doesn't matter.

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