Well, mine turned out to be great, because I became God.
I have given life to a pencil. I have a hard-bitten (HB) pencil who's got a tatoo on his chest.
The recycled pencil: Oh, brothers, may you rest in peace. Never will you be forgotten as you are parts of me. Short as my life seems, I shall fear no death, for it is never wasted.
For those who have read this post (no, I didn't try to prove my vivid untalented-ness for painting and photography), thanks for putting up with my silliness. This is what a man who has stayed home alone all weekend comes up with. I needed a little break from homework. Now, it's your turn to be God; comes up with any good anthropomorphism, post it on the blog. Let's see who will become the truest God. Amen.
I'll see you guys in class. Bye.
