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detention is the most absurd thing ever created. it is pointless. no child feels punished by sitting in a room and doing absolutely nothing!
» Posted By alex On 07.06.2012 @ 8:19 pm
I despise detention. It is the most useless thing ever. You really shouldn’t punish people by having them do NOTHING.
» Posted By alex On 07.06.2012 @ 8:17 pm
I was in detention, it was a Wednesday. I hadn’t actually done anything wrong in a vindictive sense, I just wanted to give detention a try. It seemed like an interesting place. It was an overarching idea that resided in the minds of everyone who’d ever attended highschool. It was a place where you knew you were bad.
» Posted By Alex On 07.06.2012 @ 11:30 am
It’s very accurate and vast, but it never explains the feelings, so if you are truly in a beautiful state of mind just feel it.
» Posted By Alex On 07.06.2012 @ 6:44 am
The railroad sat there in its metallic glory. waiting for the next giant machine to come crashing along it. Polluting the world a little bit more.
» Posted By alex On 07.03.2012 @ 7:12 pm
It wasn’t strange that he was stranded, in the middle of nowhere, with just his bag and a cellphone with no battery. This situation was normal for someone who travelled with no destination, just for the sake of travelling.
» Posted By Alex On 07.03.2012 @ 11:52 am
The wind whipped my hair violently and recklessly, dancing around and ending up covering my face. My eyes peeked to the right, and met the turquoise eyes of the boy next to me. The moment was fleeting, much too fast. I wished I could harness the wind, put it in a glass jar, and keep it next to my bed on the nightstand.
» Posted By Alex On 07.02.2012 @ 12:37 pm
movement, not still, go around, have fun, life and colors. motion, the act of being alive, do what you wish, not staying alone. motion, pictures, photos, videos, memories.
» Posted By Alex On 07.02.2012 @ 7:24 am
Everything around her was caos. She didn’t know how it ended up like this, but the constant noises and movement around were making her dizzy. It was HIS fault, and everything around him wasn’t normal.
» Posted By Alex On 07.01.2012 @ 6:09 pm
It wasn’t that he was hyperactive, it was just that he liked being in motion. Inactivity made him nervous and didn’t seem normal to him, things got too quiet when they weren’t moving and the room seemed boring and lifeless without it.
» Posted By Alex On 07.01.2012 @ 4:56 pm
It is the day after Friday, which still makes people think of Rebecca Black’s horrible song. Today is Saturday. Saturday makes me think of satyrs, but it is actually named after Saturn. Most of the other days are named after gods. Lots of them are Norse gods, like Thor, Freya, and Odin
» Posted By alex On 06.30.2012 @ 9:08 am
Crust? What kind of crust? Like pizza crust? I love pizza. Or do you mean gross crust, like crust on something gross. Crust reminds me of rust. They also rhyme. Rust on a car, before I was going to say crust on a car but that sounds weird.
» Posted By Alex On 06.28.2012 @ 11:08 pm
i like it but ilove soft crust better. When i think of it i think about pizza. I also remembered how my life was on geography. nostalgic on my freshie days in highschool
» Posted By Alex On 06.28.2012 @ 9:47 pm
Tony always liked the crusts cut off his peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, even after he turned 18. He left home, went off to college like all the other well behaved kids in his town, and in the cafeteria he’d have to painstakingly peel the crusts off his sandwiches. It was in those moments that he missed his mother.
» Posted By Alex On 06.28.2012 @ 7:41 pm
Soups are nice and yummy especially when it is warm. But when its cold it doesnt taste just as good as it was when it was hot…warm. I think soup makes everyone feel better :) i know it makes me feel better. Enjoy soup, specially some made from mum and dad.
» Posted By Alex On 06.26.2012 @ 1:51 am
He dropped the spoon and it clattered to the floor, spilling thin red liquid across his shoes.
“Alan?” His wife poked her head in from the bedroom. She looked concerned. Newly awoken.
“I won’t do it again,” he said quietly.
» Posted By Alex On 06.25.2012 @ 3:17 pm
i really don’t know what to write about this word. I don’t want to sit here too long and think about it or else I will lose all my time. Things should not be thought about but simply just done. Sometimes the best things happen when you don’t really think, but simply just do. Time flies so make the best of it.
» Posted By alex On 06.23.2012 @ 5:40 pm
i’ve already been typing for minutes. time is so ambiguous, a minute is a lie. a minute was created to accompany all other measurements of time, to control the masses. the minutes are a supplement to progression, the progression of those who do not wish to live in the very present minute in which they exist. the minutes are a ticking time bomb.
» Posted By Alex On 06.22.2012 @ 8:05 pm
framework- defining what is
defining whats not
in between those lines
i see what’s what
the way things are
the way they aren’t
so simple and true
what is inside his heart
» Posted By alex On 06.18.2012 @ 6:04 am
Pouring rain in the garden. it feels endless, rain is just something we feel, don’t see, it’s endless, tears for you and me; pouring is something we do when having liquid and a glass, we pour to drink to cry, to live, to survive.
» Posted By Alex On 06.16.2012 @ 6:31 pm
i like to pour milk with cerial its a magic feeling i get
it tastes well creamy and it looks so white and clean
i just remembered that guy off man vs food drank loads of milk with chillie…..mmmm milk
» Posted By alex On 06.16.2012 @ 11:47 am
I had it all planned out: the cathedral, the music, the food, the vows. All that was left was the question. Maybe the hardest question a man ever has to ask, maybe the only one he truly, deep down, won’t ever know is the right one to ask.
» Posted By Alex On 06.14.2012 @ 9:17 pm
Okay. This has to be brief. DOnt ask questions. What was that? No, wait, I shouldn’t even be answering that, I told you don’t ask questions! Okay, so remember that thing? Yeah, that one. The one we thought we’d never see again. well it’s nack. and it’s unhapp
» Posted By Alex On 06.12.2012 @ 9:33 pm
It was only a moment, a brief moment in what seemed like the longest day of Charlie’s life. Only a fleeting, grasping, barely-there, never-to-come-again moment, but still, it resonated with him like nothing had before, the feel of her fingertips brushing his.
» Posted By Alex On 06.12.2012 @ 2:09 pm
I woke with a start. what was that? I listened a little closer.
Had I dreamed it? what was that racket?
» Posted By Alex On 06.10.2012 @ 9:58 pm
birds live in a nest. little baby birdies grow up there but then later, when they grow up they have to leave and the mommy bird has to let them go. But leaving can be scary.
Nests are make of twigs and branches and leaves. Our neighbors cat tries to eat the birds in our backyard.
» Posted By Alex On 06.10.2012 @ 7:10 am
when i think of jelly all that comes to mind is the expression ‘are you jelly’ as in ‘are you jealous?’ and when i think of jealousy, I think of what power it has over people and how ridiculous it is. Why can’t people trust each other anymore? Well I don’t think anyone does anything but lie anymore.
» Posted By Alex On 06.07.2012 @ 8:40 am
Is it always jelly? wibble wobble wibble wobble its always jelly. Feeding troops the jelly of death, feeding kids the party kind. So on so on so on…everyone born in the 80s knows that jelly was best served straight from the pack! eating the sq cubes without the boiling episode.
» Posted By Alex On 06.07.2012 @ 7:44 am
This one time, I put jelly on my sandwich but it was bad so I threw up everywhere. It was literally all over. It not only got all over my plate, but it also covered all of my place mats. All of the place mats. Just… all of them. So I have stopped using jelly on my stuff.
» Posted By Alex On 06.06.2012 @ 9:31 pm
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jelly is the jam of desire, the passion of a perilous vine, the dream of disasters. Welcome, the bread is ready, the toast has been toasted though, if I were a boasting man, I’d say I’d have to have boasted, that with peanut butter, my unborn dying mother, you would be less, more than most, but blest by an impure death.
» Posted By alex On 06.06.2012 @ 2:00 pm