Last Will And Testament-Will And Testament

joshmcnulty86 asked:


Blood drowns the alley ways of dawns highway
Smooth and cool winds of change
Blow with fury and passion
All among people fragile broken eyes

Clouds of war storm down
On torn apart worlds
Broken beatten scarred lands
Scarred by age and rage

Mountains of destruction crumbling to the sea
Drowning desolate pure pools of water
Collapsing the monuments of order that once stood
Towering over peoples thought
And peoples perception of freewill
Distorting it with lies and class order

Turn the page turn the page
And find the words of age
Written with the advent passing of time

Islands of peace blown away
By forceful tides of change
Trees of knoweldge slowly wither and die
And collapse to the fertil ground
Buried away and holed away
Into the deepening surreal grounds of time
Never again to be
Rebirthed and re earthed
Once more

Stuck on the fragile shore of death
The will and testament of time being erased
Forevermore further more
What do you think 14

Lorita Osornio

b_bb08 asked:


few points that are similar would really be helpful.

thanks for the help. you will be rewarded soon!

Anne

light headed asked:


Hi, I’m Sandra Shay, here to help you transfer the property title of the home you reside in or care for, giving you legal home ownership. If a deceased or missing home owner leaves no Last Will & Testament, it can be very difficult to transfer title of the home to a new titleholder. This is where Home Title Solutions can help. With over 135 combined years of experience, this third-generation company has helped thousands of Californians just like you.

If you could revise the whole thing completely that would be great…I just dont know what the best opening line should be? Also does it look good/friendly saying “Hi, Im so and so”? I saw that on another card and thought it looked really personalized…but really what I need to do regardless is cut out as many words as possible with getting this message through.

I am pretty much like a person who directs/guides people through court similar to a probate.

Boyce Rodrguez

ME*MYSELF*AND*I asked:


Name some ways the movie is related to the New Testament. Thanks

I will choose a best answer!

Geoffrey Eckles

Wikobey asked:


Business Name: Home Title Solutions
Motto/Trademark: Personal Professional Confidential
What we do: We are basically like a probate company, we help people get legal title to a property when a relative leaves no will, etc…

In small font on the back of my business card it will say this:
Hi, I’m Sandra Martin, here to help you transfer the property title of the home you currently reside in (or care for), giving you legal home ownership. If a deceased home owner (or missing person) leaves no Last Will & Testament, it can be very difficult to put a new person’s name on title to the home. We are a 3rd generation company who have helped tens of thousands of people, just like you, throughout California with our combined 135 years of experience.

Please re-word the above part so it sounds more smooth and flow-y, along with it making more sense….?? also…does this make sense??? The person who receives it will get a pretty good idea of what we do, because the people who receive it…are living in a house that their grandma owned, they moved in, and dont pay rent, but live there like home owners, only they do not have legal title to the house…

Cuc Moock

thecabeman asked:


In the original Will and Testament, Dr. Jekyll leaves everything in the case of his death or disappearance to Mr. Hyde. However, does he revise this and leave everything to Utterson when he realizes the fate of himself/Mr. Hyde?

Dennis Smeltzer

xdeathbyconformityx asked:


This is the prologue for something new I’m writing. Just curious to know what you think of it, ideas and suggestions are always interesting. Mainly I’m just wondering if this intro would make a reader want to know more, or if it is too cut and dry to really hold attention. Thanks.

Deadman’s diary: prologue-

This is my last entry. My will and testament I suppose, guess I never really figured that I would compose it sitting under some east end sewer grate, stinking of excrement and lying in a growing puddle of my own blood, but then I guess we take what life gives us. Besides, I’m here anyway, may as well make the best of it.

To my beloved, overcrowded, rat infested city I leave fire and brimstone. Maybe we’ll call it an act of charity (more likely they’ll just call it arson, but I’m not exactly in the position to argue semantics.) In the end it doesn’t matter anyway, whatever transpires above me tonight will be gone by morning. Couriers will run hot press releases to every corner of the city, headlines with blaze with investigations and intrigue, and every coffee shop from here to Saint Helier will be filled with early goers chatting about crime and punishment, and making timeless comments on how insane the world has become. By the time the evening news tunes in, they will be honoring all the heroes that stepped in when the city needed them most, from the dispatchers coordinating emergency calls, to the police scouring the city for suspects, to those brave firefighters fearlessly climbing burning buildings in search of survivors. It will be a night filled with rewards, promotions, and commendations. By noon tomorrow the federal borough of investigation will be filling the phone lines with talk of disappearing crime bosses all over the city. The night will be full of smiles and company dinners. Tick-Tock, the world goes on.

Enough talk of heroes though, the pages you are about to read aren’t about any sort of heroes. They aren’t filled with talk of helping your fellow man and saving the human race, besides, who in their right fucking mind really wants to save us anyway? Any sad ******* can see that humans aren’t good for much more than breeding and tearing apart any beautiful thing they can get their hands on. If we ever really needed proof all we have to do is look at our own little slice of heaven here, full of cutthroats and animals, all the way from 183rd St. to Wall Street. Everyone’s so sure they are going to get to the top that they cut and burn anything in their path, until one day they end up bleeding to death in the damn sewer.

So here it is in all it’s raw form, the first and last book that trash like us will ever write, the raw, uncensored story of the last two months in the life of a burned out career criminal, two street urchins, and a cold blooded killer. It’s not pretty, and it’s not heroic, but It’s our lives, whether we wanted them or not.

Lucien Whitehorse

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A few years ago when my great uncle passed away I was the one who had inherited his huge castle like mansion. This dwelling was much like the castles you see in storybooks. It was tall and gray, with a huge iron gate with steel narrow spikes preventing burglars from climbing over. Behind these rather ancient characteristics, the inside of the castle was complete with motion detectors and bulletproof windows that had been glazed several times over to prevent people from peeking in. My uncle was a rather paranoid man despite his calm, wrinkly exterior. His castle was not like the ones where Cinderella and Briar Rose and her fairies lived in.When you saw this mansion you would remember the story of the Selfish Giant and his Garden, or rather, without the garden because my uncle never believed in wasting money on unreasonable extravagance on his temporary accommodation, which is ironic because he spent over a fourth of his fortune securing his fortress and had been living in it for 20 years. So, I wasn’t very eager to live in this house. I, myself, preferred large spacious houses with large windows, near the beach or a park. Homey and smelling good, with a vase of daisies I had picked outside, not fake looking, clipped roses. This new house I had inherited shouldn’t even be considered a house, my uncle wouldn’t have permitted it, it was too much of a concrete/steel jungle and straight box lines to make it comfortable enough to be a home. But I can not go against my uncle’s last will and testament, so in a few months I was standing in front of the door of the castle.
also….how old do you think I was when I wrote this piece of writing.
I am curious because people give different opinions of a writing depending on the age of the author.

Jasper Danns

fire_side_2003 asked:


to expand your mind or simply feed your soul, for thought inspiration or just to pass the time. Here I’ll go first:

Tim Lahaye and Jerry Jenkins
John’s Story – The Last Eyewitness

The Testament
John Grisham

Dave Ramsey
Total Money Makeover

Okay your turn….

Edgar Gravenstein

Whiplashsmile asked:


Mine was The last testament of Oscar Wilde by Peter Ackroyd. Is an extraordinary book and I recommand it to everyone.

Lynelle Karagiannis