Prologue
People say I don’t think, well sometimes I think, most times I dream. I dream of things of unimaginable beauty, in colors so indescribably vivid, other’s can only imagine what I see.
People have heard rumors, rumors that I don’t feel a single emotion. They are tragically wrong, I feel every emotion known to man, I feel them with an intensity that no one else experiences.
She speaks dictionaries, she listens to everything, she never sleeps, ever, and yet, she seems to function perfectly. Altogether she is truly a scientific phenomenon. Her body functions amazingly well, better than most, as for her mind we are not sure, the neurologists have theories, theories of different brain waves, or simply no brain waves at all. She solves any math problem immediately, our machines don't pick up any brain activity, but she thinks, I’m sure of it, we all are.
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When she speaks, she speaks for hours of dream lands and magical adventures, in her hypnotizing voice with an accent that none of the scientists or language specialists have been able to recognize. She speaks every language on the planet and knows everything about the world that there is to know, without any history of schooling. She doesn't have a name that any of us knows of, when we ask her she says that she simply doesn't know, she understands that she should have a name so when we suggested that she should pick one she agreed. Now she goes by Cixx, pronounced six. I think it fits her, somehow it’s familiar but hauntingly foreign, just like Cixx. When asked she replied that she has no memories of a life before the
The author writes, “has great imaginative power, demonstrated by her ability to mesmerize the reasonable men of
It is shown that she recognizes this duality in her identity and perception, when she says “There is no joy in the seduction of images. Now I’ve become an illusion, just like the stories made here. They may think of me one way, but I’m another way. They see me but, they can’t recognize me” (Illusions). While she does not find joy in it, she is aware that how she is perceived is not who she is, as if she is wearing a mask.
She was an expert at lip reading from ten years of apprenticeship at Seashell ear-thimbles” (16). Can you imagine that? For 10 years she hasn’t removed the radios, to the point where she just reads the lips of the people she converses with. While she is listening to these radios, she also is glued to the parlor, taking in double the amount of information from the media. (STEWE-2) “
And, is she able to hear what her “allies” are saying? If so, how? It is never explained that she can, which makes a certain “you can do it” scene feel even more
She is able to associate certain signs with objects, and does certainly get some correct, but her handlers are very generous with their interpretations of what they believe she says. In Koko’s AOL transcript
What I noticed when I watched the Seahawks two games against the Bengals, and the Panthers were that the opposing teams must have found a weakness in the Seahawks defense through film of their inability to cover good tight ends. Against the Bengals tight end Tyler Eifert had eight receptions 90 yards two touchdowns. Carolina Panthers tight end Greg Olsen had seven catches 131 yards one touchdown which was the game winning touchdown that beat the Seahawks couple weeks ago. What the Bengals, and Panthers seemed to do was throw at strong side safety Kam Chancellor who's not really known to for his coverage skills. These tight ends were able to run good crisp routes that put Chancellor in bad positions to be able to cover them.
All writing comprises three things: words, sentences and paragraphs. If you know a few words, you can make a sentence. If you write a few sentences you can make a paragraph. Keep it simple. In the end, emails, blogs, books and novels are all made from the same substances.
“This is a toilet snake” my mother stated as my sister and I stared incredulously at her. My sister, skeptical and repulsed, challenged my mother with a: “And you expect us to use it”? “Yes. If you ever live alone you’ll need to be able to take care of yourself and your household”. Practically in unison, my sister and I rolled our eyes and sighed.
When I was a child about 12 years old, I did not recognize that obesity was such a serious problem to me because it did not affect my life too much, and I never thought about losing weight before. However, with eating much more food and did not do any exercises, I was more and more fat. Until I was 100 pounds overweight in 18 years old, my parents probably sensed that I had have to lose weight because obesity would cause many diseases which harmed health. Therefore, my parents enforced me to lose weight. (to live better or..)
“Wake up, you are going to be late for school,” my mom said as I lay half awake in my bed. “I will get ready in a few minutes,” now wide awake, I said. The first thing I did was when I got out of my bed was check my phone to see what time it was. It was about 7:20, 10 minutes past the usually time I wake up. Next, I scampered to the bathroom to take a shower.
Crude, yet truth, an unexplained gush of an aura encapsulated her and she felt disambiguation stacking in her mere perception. Every complex unpredictable snapshot of actuality, as if somehow decided to let her molecules be in rapport with the vigorously changed environment. And correctly, she realized that she can see her twin sister Ketty in front of her,
When I was nine my mother passed away from a long battle with Hodgkin's Lymphoma. Diagnosed at stage 3, when I was two and given roughly a year to live, my mother did what only a mother would do, spend time with her child. We traveled to white sandy beaches and tall blue glaciers attempting to compress a lifetime of memories into a vacation package. Thankfully, after a barrage of treatments and hospital visits the cancer went into remission. I always remember the days where my mom would look at me and say “Do what makes you happy in life, because thats all that matters”.
2010 to 2012 were the most influential years of my life. This three year period marked me becoming a teenager, my transition into high school, and the year my family grew with the adoption of two children. When my family of five expanded to seven my life was changed forever. They showed up and I grew up.
Weee wooooo, weee wooo, as the lights flash and the sirens blare. Vroom, vroom, crash, boom, bang. “Pull over”, “This is the police”, “Puts your hands up”. Sitting on the sizzling blacktop at my preschool playing with my most coveted toys. Police cars, fire trucks and army guys.
I would never forget the first time I participated in the sports meeting, my hands kept on shaking because of either the cold weather or the game. The game had became a blur in my memory. The way back to my class after the game didn’t, and won’t. I even remembered the order that they ran at me and raised me up in the air. I was a hero when I won the silver medal.