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A Free, Fun, and Online Way to Help End World Hunger!


    Just for the record, I am in no way associated with the FreeRice program, organization, etc.  I just found a link to this site, noticed how damn awesome it was, and felt I HAD to share it with the few people who may actually read my journal every once in awhile.

    I found this link on meditation_dojo, I think.  At first I was really skeptical, because I didn't understand how playing a word game would donate 10 grains of rice to starving people worldwide.  Then, I read how the advertisements provided the money on each question that would go towards paying for each grain of rice, and didn't feel like it was so stupid anymore.

    Just sitting here for ten minutes, I've contributed five bowls of rice to ending world hunger and learned that the word sesquipedalian means "using long words."  Additionally, I gave my friend the link and now we're competing to see who can get  to the higher vocabulary level and donate the most rice.

    To think it only started October 7th!  Yesterday, the records say over 6 billion grains of rice were donated.

    This is the most innovative and effective use of the internet for a cause I've ever seen.
   
    So, bookmark the page, and even if you only answer 10 questions a day, that's donating 100 grains of rice to people less privileged than you, people who don't have the internet, or electricity, or food.

    Wow.... I sound like a cheesy infomercial.  But honestly!  Go do it!  Click the link!  You know you want to!

    Confusion, confusion- it's eating me alive!

This has happened before.  Don't think you were the only one to feel those things.

I showed her the magick, we dabbled around the feeling of your heart wrapped softly in a calm, happy, content blanket.  We giggled and laughed, as best friends should, and we also cried and got angry, which is our position now. 

And now you've come along, and we've felt the magick, giggled and laughed, as best friends should.

But before the angry part came from me at her, she also asked, "What are you thinking right now?"
And of course I couldn't tell her.

    The imposter of all things original, creative, true.  The plastic she mocks is what coats her in a thick, protective layer-- one she has obviously grown so used to that it no longer weighs her down.  Atop the cooling plastic lies the scribblings of a confused, slightly mad teenage girl, the permanent red ink sinking into the mould like blood as it hardens.  This blood is notes, many notes to herself-- how others act in this situation, people's preferences towards others, what matches the definition of "cool."  Parastic fangs hang from her large, sneaky mouth, dripping not venom but cowardness and fear.  The glassy eyes set too far back into the head scream for pity and friendship as they feign vulnerability and friendliness to gain the latter.
    Perhaps if you stripped away the synthetic personality you'd find who the Imposter truly was, and still is-- although it's been warped and twisted beyond recognition.  The true, pre-Imposter, stands next to the large block of hardened plastic, leaning against it, small and wasted away.  She wears a soft blue turtle neck, silver thread incorporated in it, that sparkles as it hangs limp from the True One.  Wrapped around her as she clings to it desperately, is a quilt of scraps and hopes and dreams, sewn together during obviously more truthful days.  The Hope Quilt now lies tattered and beaten around her shoulders, offering no protection from the wind that beats against her so persuasively, whispering through the atmosphere, silently screaming, "Conform, conform, conform...."
    It's funny how the Imposter is not such a sharp contrast to the True One. 

   
   

    I want to scream.  I'm standing there on the edge of the lake and everyone's in the canoe, setting off, but me.  In the dark of the night- and I'm not sure whether I'm standing ontop of the lake and they're rowing through land, or water.  I could've hopped into that canoe with them and gone to the other side of the lake.
    I could have.
    They offered, pleaded, persuaded enough.

Prompt Here

"Hahahahaha! Stupid humans on their stupid blue planet.

Who DOES that walking thing, anyways?"