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[andythrobber]
sand in my astro's after playing 5 a side football gets all over my bedroom floor
November 4, 2004 08:31 AM
[foreigner]
My bare feet touches the warm desert sand and I feel the wind in my hair, geddyup the cowboys are coming!
November 4, 2004 08:32 AM
[rasit]
fine. can't dig in it when its wet. runs through your hands like time.
November 4, 2004 08:35 AM
[Marcia]
Sand in your sock, smooth and heavy. Sand in your teeth, scritch scritch scratchy. Sand in your gina, very fancy schmancy.
November 4, 2004 09:00 AM
[Heresy]
Gritty little pieces of dirt that once were stone lay smudged beneath my cold wet toes. It's a wonder at how they got there, swishing in the freezing surf, and yet do I really care? I just love the feel of it!
November 4, 2004 09:01 AM
[luva]
one of my neighbors was a really good painter, but was otherwise uninteresting. she did one watercolor copy of a perfume ad for "white sands" or some shit ... very delicately executed and detailed, but what boring topic. phenominal waste of talent. such a lack of imagination.
November 4, 2004 09:09 AM
[trishabettien]
the beach the fun the time in the summer that reminds me of my daughter when she was young emptying your shoes of sand when you go for a walk on the beach and you get lots of sand in your shoes
November 4, 2004 09:16 AM
[Pauline]
Sand seems deadly to me now. Tiny, hardly noticable and insidious. It does get everywhere, and always abraisive.
November 4, 2004 09:16 AM
[no name]
sand is hott soft and calming especially when its theres a nice sunset and your on the beach with your boyfriend relaxing on the sand.
November 4, 2004 09:26 AM
[Alexis]
WHAT IS ON THE BEACH . tHE GRAINS BETWEEN YOUR TOES. wHAT GET CAUGHT IN YOUR HAIR . bROWN NASTY GRITTY
November 4, 2004 09:31 AM
[Alexis]
WHAT IS ON THE BEACH . tHE GRAINS BETWEEN YOUR TOES. wHAT GETS CAUGHT IN YOUR HAIR . bROWN NASTY GRITTY
November 4, 2004 09:32 AM
[me ... who else?]
he caresssed her body as they lay in the sand. they enjoyed there time together and hoped it would never terminate. it was a beautiful night on they would remember forever.
November 4, 2004 09:37 AM
[dree]
castles, in yer crack. sandy bottom. sponge bob? oh my god, they got me. in the ear. paper. micron graded, i'm a geek. the mouse. wow
November 4, 2004 09:59 AM
[rokk]
sand is what you can see on the beatch...it's what you step on when you go to the sea-side...it's yellow and soft
November 4, 2004 10:08 AM
[mellow]
Swirling.... autch it hit my eye, something large, blue spotted andd purple rimmed is pulsating on the left-side of my left eye. It is not a hai
November 4, 2004 10:14 AM
[David]
Like pebbles of sweet contrivance, the unssen stones of my guilt fell away from my open palms as I gave in to their advance. I spread wide for them, the sand falling back to the ground from where I had scooped it away.
November 4, 2004 10:22 AM
[poop]
i like chocolate milk it tastes really good. il like it eve more when i am pooping it out and drinking it again. YUM YUM. sometimes when no one is home i like to get naked and start to move my
November 4, 2004 10:22 AM
[sandman]
what kind of people write about this stuff. who created this site. you guys are a bunch of morons.
November 4, 2004 10:27 AM
[Angelique]
Feet feel cool in the liquid earthy grains. How many footprints does this stretch hold? What stories do they tell? Sunken ships, lost hearts, love found. Khaki scratchy pile, how many shadows have you caught holding hands?
November 4, 2004 10:33 AM
[pamela]
desert. highway in the middle of nowhere. we drove through the night so i could search for little green men, but instead of space aliens i found space to breathe in the wide open nothingness of that clear nevada sky...
November 4, 2004 10:39 AM
[Rajiv]
sand is bad. sand is awesome. no really its awesomely bad! the thing with sand is that its grainy and gets between your toes when walking over it. it also becomes scorchingly hot during summer days. overall: it sucks :-D
November 4, 2004 10:45 AM
[angel]
flowing through my fingers. How often i have sat on this very beach, my heart filled to overflowing with love. cuddlying and telling sweet things into each others ears. how i miss him.
November 4, 2004 10:46 AM
[Niloy]
Sand is beautiful It is immense... like the stars across the sky that we can never count. It is golden, like silver placed in sunshine. And yet, it is human. As we humans live around sand...
November 4, 2004 10:49 AM
[LWY]
is what i have all round me back home..ow i miss Yap. its been such a long long time since Ive been back home...yet sand is all the little dull things in my life that seem to stick in all the wrong places and when i want to simply walk away i realize how it won't let me forget it still somewhere on me in me.......
November 4, 2004 10:54 AM
[steve]
sandbox sand dunes sand in your shoes and creeping itno your shorts like sands through the hourglass of time that determines hte length of life like the grains of sand in a pinch of sand mirroring the stars when scattered onto the still surface of a lake, like Abrahams descendants populating the Earth so much sand so small so significant to make glass
November 4, 2004 10:55 AM
[alsotop]
sand falls through your hand when dry. sand is moulded when wet. make a sand castle at the beach, before the tide comes in. sand is yellowy-orange. sand is grains. sand is sand.
November 4, 2004 10:58 AM
[maria]
sandy flicks of photopaper, grainy visions, absinthe-induced pleasure, we'll scramble down the lonely road, on feet frail and bare, cut glass and your rags on me
November 4, 2004 11:25 AM
[jomomma]
sand between my toes is nice, but sand in my crack isn't so nice. sand in a bottle is neat, but sand all over the kitchen floor is a drag. what else can i say about sand other than there is a lot of it on earth.
November 4, 2004 11:56 AM
[brian]
softer days make the thoughts helpless and weak walking around the cracks and half-filled buckets of sand
November 4, 2004 12:00 PM
[cyrus]
the smooth texture of a sand dune, theres nothing quite like it in the entire world. untouched windswept land that most humans will never see. always changing. always there. always part of the world. each speck tells a story somehow. no matter how long or how short. sand
November 4, 2004 12:03 PM
[Jimmy]
Sand is incredible. I love the way that it feels between my toes. what I hate about it is how it gets so hot in teh sun during the summer. I dont like how it gets in my shorts when I go to the beach ebcause it really chaffes my nutz. But sand used to be rocks. Did you know glass is made out of melted sand?
November 4, 2004 12:03 PM
[Keith]
I love sand, especially the really soft squeaky kind. I have always wanted to have sex on the beach, but am a little embarrassed about that stuff, especially if sand got to chafing during sex. That would suck.
November 4, 2004 12:09 PM
[yshaloo]
sand between my toes as they dig into the ground. i sit on the towel thinking about our time together, the sun setting in the distance. i think about the day filled with lovemaking until the afternoon heat passed and it was safe for the fair skinned to venture out into the light. i squint down the beach and see your walking form. returning to me.
November 4, 2004 12:14 PM
[teresa]
Sand gets into my crack and it won't come out. The grit makes my butt sting and makes my other pucker pout. Sand is like God's grout. It won't, it won't come out!
November 4, 2004 12:15 PM
[shenry]
grain by grain speck by speck my brain slips away like tiny specks in a seive of pain
November 4, 2004 01:08 PM
[Chuck]
Black. Crystal. I pick up it up in my hands, and as it falls to the earth, it glistens in the amber Hawaiian sunset. The breeze blows it gently away and down, almost like magic dust that wipes away the troubles of the day. Peace.
November 4, 2004 01:19 PM
[stephanie]
wet sand builds sandcastles. oceans kill their regaining. when it's raining no one's there. gritty itty bitty blocks count the time. neverending, only God knows the amount. one grain so insignificant. weight immense. we can sense, it's powerful. the hour full, it melts, a metamorphesis. forms into glass, so brittle, so little. though the two they differ. glass shatters, sand counts, only God knows the amount. build those castles, high and fast, before they erode you, fall and is formless. leaves its impression. a cave, its compression, like wind, its own wind. its flow, its artform.
November 4, 2004 01:21 PM
[me]
i lay down in the sand, picking it up, letting it flow between my fingers, hot but soft. seeing how easily it flowes make me wonder, why can't everything just be peaceful and easy like sand? why can't we all just drift through life without trouble, like sand. but the sand in our hourglasses just keeps falling, rushing us through life, hurrying us, to move, to go. sand, s
November 4, 2004 01:22 PM
[myself]
sand makes me think of the hourglass in dorothy's dongeon at the end of the wizard of oz. sometimes, i just feel like i'm the one "melting", just going along with my boring life...but there is still so much sand in my hourglass.......
November 4, 2004 01:30 PM
[and I]
i remembered how we lay in the sand, our first kiss, our first sunset...sand leads so many memories,
November 4, 2004 01:32 PM
[brandin]
waking up. the smell of sea fish all around me. sea fish and craw dads. craw dads and yellow tails. mr. holiday? that is me. you're under arrest mr. holiday. the man in front of me had a scaly skin and an even heftie bravado.
November 4, 2004 01:34 PM
[melissa]
...of time, slipping though my fingers,footprints, bright sandy expanses... all those metaphors that really don't capture just how much it hurts to get the stuff in your bathing suit. ouch.
November 4, 2004 01:42 PM
[aml]
the vase, layered with various colors of sand, the sands of time they were once called. now it was just sand. sand in a vase. a stupid project from a silly book. the oasis cage perched above the endless hour glass was dry and the carnations were wilting. but not pretty like the rose; delicate petals brushed with lifes essence falling effortlessly onto the no doubt velvet beneath. no the blank carnation just browned aroundthe edges and curled up into itself why do people so prefer roses over carnations? she sighed.
November 4, 2004 01:48 PM
[sKiNnY + fUrIoUs!]
sand of time. it slips away everyday. you can't hold your grains. so give in. and just make them as worth it as possible.
November 4, 2004 01:50 PM
[rei]
where i wish i could be with her, toes in the sand, eyes on the water, you know... and whenever i'm somewhere beautiful i want her there too, and somehow it always seems so far. like the sand isn't for us and we can't win.
November 4, 2004 01:54 PM
[sad]
sand. it reminds me of the ocean. i am so tired. everytime i lay my head on the pillow i think of the ocean and you and i lying on the sand ..gawd its so cheesy. i just cant.
November 4, 2004 02:19 PM
[Stephanie]
Sand, squiging between his toes. He wasn't altogether sure he liked the sand. It was sticky when mixed with the water inherent to the beach. Glowering at his toes, he looked to Paul, who was smiling out at the sea, wind ruffling his hair. Suddenly he though of some other places sand could be.
November 4, 2004 02:23 PM
[Sam]
I slowly rest my feet in the cool sand. The waves wash slowly at the shore inches from my toes, drawing a cool, shifting line in the sand. I turn my head around to look at the house we have on the beach, watching as she slowly descends the stairs of the boardwalk and her feet first hit the sand.
November 4, 2004 02:40 PM
[luckygirl]
though a pedicure's worst enemy, nothing beats the beach's gravelly texture for long walks with someone you adore.
November 4, 2004 02:54 PM
[KM]
sand slipping between my fingers, grains brushing through the air before forming burial mounds upon the sodden earth. many of one, one of many. precious seconds fading, passing us by in the reflection of an hourglass, our time running out, out and away into the blue sky and blackbird nest...
November 4, 2004 03:09 PM
[alexis]
i like the sand, it is warm and soft, and yet soooo annoying.....i love the sand when i am dry, not wet...
November 4, 2004 03:14 PM
[elena]
the sands of time. i'm always convinced those hourglasses are screwed, time doesn't go so fast when nobody's watching. i'm running out of time; to make things right. and what i have is the product of stress
November 4, 2004 03:21 PM
[matthew]
sand is what i think of when i go to the beach, it gets in you crack and everywhere else. it seems to be in the hardest to get to places... sometimes i wonder if even water or air could get to such places... Days and weeks after being at the beach you start to find more sand that you never though would ever exist in that spot.
November 4, 2004 03:22 PM
[Rachel]
I feel the sands of time slipping between my fingers. They are slipping so fast. Time is going by so fast. There are so many things that I want to do and so little time in which to do them. I am on the beach, and the sun is rising. Not setting, because it's not the end of the day, but rising, because it is the beginning of my life.
November 4, 2004 03:27 PM
[matthew shit]
Smooth and ritch was the sandy chocolate that I so readily devoured on site. Construction was there and it threw me agasp like fuck. I am a piece.
November 4, 2004 03:39 PM
[Tara]
The sands of time will not halt for us as with age we wither away. Each passing day brings us closer to our inevitable end.
November 4, 2004 03:41 PM
[rayray]
sand! gets everywhere...in yr shoes and even right up the crack of yr arse....even yrs later you can find sand in places and no i dont mean the fish but there really is lots of it...so its ok to nick it
November 4, 2004 03:41 PM
[Patty Simcox]
Sand...Falls through my hands, past my grasp. Just like you. It runs around me. I roll in it as if I was a new person. Just like when I'm with you. It brings new thoughts to me. I find things hidden in it. Just like in you.
November 4, 2004 03:42 PM
[Tara]
The crimson sunset began to fade as I walked parallel to the water's edge. The gentle sloshing sounds of the froth crawling upon the bank, then receding echoed in the utter silence. Gulls called an affable greeting from overhead, and then soared away as quick as they had come. I wriggled my toes deep into the sand, allowing the tiny particles to engulf them. For once I am glad to be alive.
November 4, 2004 03:55 PM
[Mr. Sandman (woman)]
Oh, Mr. Sandman, Bring me a dream...
November 4, 2004 03:59 PM
[Justine]
I sat on the sand all day long, digging our toes further in. The waves crash along the shore and sprayed mist over our legs. I miss you so much. All that seperates us now is the distance and this ocean.
November 4, 2004 04:12 PM
[raven]
sand. She rubbed her eyes,trying to get out the sand. "So, what do you think?" "what? what do i think about what? I think this sand is annoying as hell." "what do you think about marrying me?" "oh, right..that."
November 4, 2004 04:32 PM
[R]
The beach. One million - countless - grains that line the beach. To think how many there actually is boggles the mind. In the face of it all I feel so small.
November 4, 2004 04:53 PM
[sarah]
the ocean touches my feet and pulls at the sand underneath them. i step back and a pool forms where i was standing.
November 4, 2004 04:56 PM
[captain mnemo]
a trisket, a trasket, a green and yellow basket. a green and yellow basket filled with vile, disgusting oil soaked sand with little soaked ducklings and other detritus such as oil clogged fish and toads lining the the bottom muck.
November 4, 2004 04:58 PM
[girl]
There was sand between our toes, sand under our fingernails, sand in our ears and noses and mouths. Sand in our deepest darkest spots hiding there. And it was good. I remember the 4 of us just as if it had been real. On the beach, that night, in your dream.
November 4, 2004 05:01 PM
[thyeblindjogger]
beach that we left to move to the desert. san in a dry place from sand in a wet place...
November 4, 2004 05:04 PM
[jaime]
it rains all the time now and the winter is so depressing. do you remember the beach? the sand in between your toes? i want that all year long. i want that happiness. i want to wipe away these disguised tears and splash in warm ocean water again.
November 4, 2004 05:14 PM
[Kate]
the border around his room is the color of sand. he painted it there himself. the color of his hair is much brighter than sand. his beard scratchy like sand. my first memories in sand. he is like ocean air. he hits me, first with the sting of salt. and then salt like sweat. salt like kisses that can't happen in our nearby lake.
November 4, 2004 05:21 PM
[Chuck Field]
Sand. Flowing through the hour glass of history. Sticking in the narrow throat of the hourglass. Reversing itself. Counting the grains of sand on a beach. Never ending.
November 4, 2004 05:50 PM
[britta]
i am sinking in your quicksand, in your tarpit. i just can get away from your magnetic stare, i am stuck aimlessly to your metaphoric fly strip. when all is said and done i will be left with nothing, and you will have my all.
November 4, 2004 06:06 PM
[megstud]
slips through my fingers, silent rush mine, oh your lovely your smile how i wish i could hold time time.
November 4, 2004 06:21 PM
[Jennn]
"I miss the sand on the concrete floor, I miss the way it was before. No one even knows me, yours eyes look right through me.." The sands of time are mirages...
November 4, 2004 06:22 PM
[Red Lady]
I feel the wet sand beneath my feet It squishes between my toes as the waves wash up to my ankles. Sometimes there are shells that can cut my skin, but that's okay. They once held small sea creatures. I enjoy the sand
November 4, 2004 06:37 PM
[amadeu bandieri]
useful, outstanding, i really like it, I can't work without you..., I'm really a fanatic, I can't stop using you.
November 4, 2004 07:06 PM
[Karen]
On a beach, I sit in the cool sand. I build castles with my children and knock them down. I feel sand in my shoes and in my hair and inside my fingernails. Its annoying...
November 4, 2004 07:11 PM
[a false Terl]
little billy watched his grandfather sand the roughness out of the piece of wood using only a small piece of sandpaper wrapped around a wooden block.he watched his pa-pa blow the dust away,and feel the surface with his fingers.
November 4, 2004 07:41 PM
[sarah violetry]
slipping through the cracks your smile your eyes your lips those memories like sand
November 4, 2004 07:44 PM
[jingure]
there was sand, you see. sand slipping through the hourglass, the little centimeter-wide crevasse between then and now, and he watched time pass him by, hungering for honey, for renaissance. there was sand, you see, slipping through his fingers, elusive and persuasive, the seductive touch of memory haunting him and he turns the hourglass on its side. the sand stops moving, evenly distributed. he's tired. the sand is coarse and brittle and everywhere.
November 4, 2004 07:49 PM
[Vanessa]
The sand sifted through the hourglass as seconds passed emotionlessly from my life that I'd never see again. Just as he had left me behind, the sand was going as fast as it could so it could just get away from me. Everyone ran away from me at some point. They always did.
November 4, 2004 07:51 PM
[jsafkj]
I like sand. It squelches. It is sometimes black and sometimes gold and sometimes white. I like sand.
November 4, 2004 08:13 PM
[no one]
sand is over rated... it's just tiny rocks. all thrown together by mother nature just to confuse me even more than i already am... does he love me? is he over rated?
November 4, 2004 08:16 PM
[George Tait]
slipping through fingers my name disapears off her lips replaced with generic terms and salty eyes I am washed away
November 4, 2004 08:18 PM
[ivy]
it's a little cliché, but i think the granules of my own time and place are not arranged as they should. they are stuck; how can this have happened? a plethora of sand and not enough space.
November 4, 2004 08:22 PM
[MacGuffin]
Sand is grainy, often coarse. It sticks to you when you or the sand is wet, and it is very hard to remove until it dries, in which case you can just brush it off. Sand can be used to build things, and is often found on beaches.
November 4, 2004 08:44 PM
[krista]
my feel love the sand. between my toes. in my bikini. blowing in the wind. and then I think, why do i love the sand so much more than the dirt. really, aren;t they just the same thing? I think that I shoudl appreicate dirt more.
November 4, 2004 09:15 PM
[nisi]
Maybe that is what I would miss the most, scouring it out of the bath, sliding on it as I rush in the wet bathroom, crunching it under my good shoes when I rush out, having it remind me the house I will come back to is a mess. Or feeling it seep between my toeas as I run and jump and laugh with my beatiful dog on the perfect beach. I love sand.
November 4, 2004 09:27 PM
[anna]
i like to make sand castles. buckets and buckets of sand piled up mushed together to form beauty. and then we wait for the waves to wash it all away.
November 4, 2004 09:37 PM
[Bob]
The sand is burning beneath her feet. The day had started out so beautifully; she had arrived at the coast earlier that day to spend some time on her own. Since her divorce, she needed some time to get back on her feet. The rough hot sand helped her come back to herself; it brought reality into her life
November 4, 2004 10:30 PM
[jason perdue]
sand in the hour glass moves downward drifting from full to empty.. from top to bottom. Sand is everywhere when you come home form the beach. how does sand get in my bed? Beritt plays in the sand and it ends up in the sandwiches. Is that a coincidence that it has the same name. I don't think so. Sand is the world over time being reduced to little tiny rocks...
November 4, 2004 11:06 PM
[dido]
i've still got sand in my shoes, and i can't shake the thought of you. i should get on, forget you, but why would i want to? ... i want to see you again.
November 4, 2004 11:39 PM
[Amy]
I saw a commercial for the movie "House of Sand and Fog" today. I didn't think they'd have that movie here in Japan because they usually only get blockbusters and all the other horrible big-budget stuff from America. There's some hope for films here yet.
November 4, 2004 11:40 PM
[maria]
the same and the same and the same once again, am i moving too fast? or do i, like you, keep repeating myself, only under a different title? so who am i tricking?
November 4, 2004 11:55 PM
[Smita]
soft and silky. pearls and glass. a variety of textures to match with a variety of memories. castles and imagination. like imagining up memories. to replace the ones we dont like. sand. is perfect.
November 5, 2004 12:55 AM
[tidad]
beaches, time, sands of Kandahar, Afghanistan where my heart is, or will be in a few hours. It will be 5 more months now before I get to see him. and I hope and pray for his sa
November 5, 2004 01:32 AM
[Monica]
I walked slowly forward, towards the water, watching the sand ooze wetly, gently, coolly between my toes. I ran my tongue over my lips, and reminded myself to keep walking. The water washed up my legs, causing gooseflesh all over me, and always, always, the gritty wet sand in the flesh between my toes
November 5, 2004 03:29 AM
[Debi]
sand feels so nce when t's warm between your toes but it's so hard to walk on for me....they say f you walk on a beach every day you never need a pedcure cause the sand is an nat
November 5, 2004 03:49 AM
[the gunslinger]
roland had beem walking against the dessert for so long that he had sand everywhere:in his hair,mouth,nose,even in the slits of his eyes.he squinted.Finally,up ahead,was the way station.
November 5, 2004 04:16 AM
[the gunslinger]
roland had been walking through the desert for so long that he had sand everywhere:in his hair,mouth,nose,even in the slits of his eyes.he squinted.Finally,up ahead,was the way station.
November 5, 2004 04:17 AM
[ss]
it is seen in the beach, children play in that Used to construct houses building etc, cannot grow plants absorbs water very l
November 5, 2004 04:30 AM
[ Donna]
yellow grainy glass hot gritty shells water surf waves sun sandcastles seagulls kids fun
November 5, 2004 04:44 AM
[Victoria]
We use to call these girls at Myrtle Beach Sandbitches. You know the ones, jacked up hair in the front, swishen down the boardwalk.
November 5, 2004 05:39 AM
[crocodiletears]
It's like sticking your feet in the sand. Warm and safe at first, the comfort of all the pressure on you, holding you down. But then you cover your whole body, needing even more comfort and safety. And that's when you disappear.
November 5, 2004 05:41 AM
[sue]
i saved ben from drowning, he wanted to go out to the rock, in heavy boots, fell in the hole te tide made just before he got there, i pulled him out, he was so light in the water. then, soaked he drove 60 miles home, our pants dicarded in the back of the truck
November 5, 2004 05:42 AM
[nyomi]
you slip like sand through my fingers and out into the open field. i have to let you go knowing you wont come back to me. what can i do? what can i do? you're just so precious to me, that i cant let go. love you.
November 5, 2004 06:19 AM
[debbie]
we see it everyday. be it from the glass from the window panes or the grains mixed with soil. so fine it is, and how it slips through our fingers reminds one of flaws going unnoticed.
November 5, 2004 06:41 AM
[Juno]
The way the wind shapes the dunes on an autumn beach always moves me. I think about picasso and my childhood visits to the aunt who lived on the sea in connecticut and my father showing me how to skip rocks and using an orange in the waves of the coast in Los Angeles to measure current for geology
November 5, 2004 06:59 AM
[asylos]
the sand is light and grainy, if flows through my fingers like water until it is gone, the last whispers of it floating away on the wind. My hand feels cold in it's absence.
November 5, 2004 07:11 AM
[salambander]
the beach. Waves. Salt in the air. Home. Lazy days on the boat, dragged behind in the water. Sun burn, and too much suncream. The smell of suncream. Once again, home. I wish I were home, wish it were so. I wish.
November 5, 2004 07:29 AM
[IggyKatt]
Sand...something that started off life as part of a mountain. It can be white, black, red, dirty. I love sand...it reminds me of the beach. Nice and warm.. Sand is the infancy of glass.
November 5, 2004 07:38 AM
[Avalon]
The sand was warm beneath my feet, and I wiggled my toes around in it. It was good to be on vacation, escaping the pressures of school and society. It was just me and the waves. The way
November 5, 2004 07:47 AM
[tori]
sand is sandy and its on the beach and it feels cool between my toes sand sand sand o mister sandman, bring me a dream, i dont remember the rest of the words...la la la la..... i luv sand because its on the beach and i luv the beach because
November 5, 2004 07:48 AM
[tinkerbell]
brown and soft. beaches and florida and mexico and every where else. snd castle and fun times. near water... something to do make sand creatures fing animals that burry themselves
November 5, 2004 07:51 AM
[Nick]
It's tiny rocks, dude. Thousands upon thousands of tiny rocks. Billions. And you can turn it into glass. Funkay. Feels good on your feet too.
November 4, 2004 08:27 AM