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I look around at the people who used to be close friend. They party now, living it up in what seems to be paradise, or the closest they can get to it in thier minds. I have gone on and made my way to college, living and learning the reason we are here, why we act the way we do, and how happy chemicals are released in our brains. After studying the mind, I look at my past pals and wonder what it was like with the absence of knowledge I have now. Im not calling them dumb or forwarding names, but i wonder about them, parties and raves and drinking and drugs. Does it ever get old? Does it ever get to the point of boredom? or do these things

In a recent article I read on Cnn.com/politics, Bill Clinton stands up for his wife by slamming Obama into the ground. Now- just so all you kiddies know, I'm a democrat, and a Obama fan, however, I am kind of skeptical on whether he is two faced or not, so lets just say Im neutral, yes? Anyway, Bill goes on to describe how Obama is ignoring His White house legacy. First of all, what legacywas this? That Clinton was renown for his sexual escapades? Don't get me wrong, he did dig us out of quite a bit of debt, but to go on saying that, a competitor against a fellow Clinton Candidate in an extremely fair race to the finish is wrong? Sounds a li

            Graffiti has always been, and will always be, a challenge to the artist in his own interest and life limitations. As the artist pursues his or her painting, there are several challenges they must face in the art of Graffiti itself.  The canvas on which an artist becomes is the challenge and art itself when defining art through the term “graffiti.” In today’s modern life, the canvas of graffiti becomes the art itself. Painting on busses and subway cars, back-allies and building sides, one find themselves in a bind against time and space in these very vulnerable places. However, the end product of these cramped co