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classic is an old computer, connected through a modem. I love old computers even though they cannot do anything, just because they are so old school. Especially old movies that use the computers are very cool.

» Posted By Alex On 03.04.2009 @ 10:52 pm


there are so many spaces everywhere, but how come there’s never anyplace to put anything? Too many spaces, not enough stuff. Or perhaps there’s not enough space and way too much stuff…. Either way, people should leave nature alone or completely take over it. That’s all I got to say about spaces.

» Posted By Alex On 03.02.2009 @ 5:14 pm


I’m trained to do this … to go go go. Caged and kept. This isn’t natural. I cannot go on if this is what will always be asked of me – to live up to that, to live for it, to kill myself for it. There must be more. There must be.

» Posted By Alex On 02.26.2009 @ 7:01 am


install this, bitch

» Posted By Alex On 02.24.2009 @ 11:24 am

You install yourself in me
an unwanted virus
a terrible bug that I can’t itch out.
And you’ll never even know
what you’re doing to me.

» Posted By Alex On 02.23.2009 @ 3:40 pm


One word is a concept that seems inconcevable to the human mind, we are constantly thinking of words in our heads and focusing on just one for an elongated period of time is something that is not easily done. THinking of one word brings on thoughts of other words and our mind just connects them all, so one word doesn’t make any since

» Posted By Alex On 04.22.2009 @ 12:58 pm


She said she was happy. I always thought she was happy. Geez, how wrong can a man be?

That smile after our hot fucking sessions, the way she smoked the cigarette that followed and her cheeky wink as I left her place each morning.

Lies. All of it.

Or at least it seems that way now. What do I know. Women, they’re a joyous mystery. That’s why we keep coming back.

» Posted By Alex On 04.21.2009 @ 4:48 am


Knocking on a door has been one of the oldest method in asking for permission to enter a room. But as time progressed, knocking or knock has gained other meanings. We could often say knock on wood, or I’m going to knock you out! these phrases come from simply the word knock.

» Posted By alex On 04.15.2009 @ 4:10 pm


No communication. Isolated from the rest of the world. Not prosperous. Sad. Lonely. Unaware.

» Posted By Alex On 04.14.2009 @ 4:44 pm


Constricting. Holding. Tough. College. Parents. Relationships. Love. Sex. Society. Rules. Hopeless. Strict. The End.

» Posted By Alex On 04.10.2009 @ 6:06 pm


People can be misunderstood by simple things. It means that you were not coprehended in the write way. This can be lead by diferent ways such as a statement, a quote, an e-mail or even a text message. This is what misunderstood is.

» Posted By Alex On 04.09.2009 @ 8:45 am


My family provides for me. They care unconditionally, and for that I can never really thank them. Insted I must do my best, day by day, to make sure, that their sacrafice does not go in vain.

» Posted By Alex On 04.07.2009 @ 10:14 pm


A square is a shape, one that is a geometrical shape and a fun thing to have around. Squares are often discriminated against – it is said that it is not ‘hip’ to be a square. I, unlike many other people, find squares very hip. They are the building blocks of life.

» Posted By Alex On 04.06.2009 @ 8:41 pm

something you call someone, a cigarette, 4 sided object, bed. sponge bob squarepants, location, acid

» Posted By Alex On 04.06.2009 @ 2:11 pm

squares are the best shape in the world, so why have people given them such a bad rap in the real-world? people who dont like having fun, or don’t like to take risks, they’re known as squares. Why not trapezoids? they’re an awkward shape, so i think that people should call others who act as ‘squares’ trapezoids instead. it makes no sense to me.

» Posted By Alex On 04.06.2009 @ 1:02 pm


one night there was a man and he was trapped in a small house, although there was one cat no noise came from him. the lights suddenly darkened. the cat spoke.

» Posted By Alex On 04.05.2009 @ 2:06 pm

one time i blacked out at a concert and a girl who didnt even kno me carried me to the health tent it was so embarrasing.

» Posted By alex On 04.04.2009 @ 11:45 pm

oh my god, so i cant believe it. i cant see anything. i mean i can type and everything–no worries about misspelling and whatnot. i can backspace perfectly if i just think about it. i can visualize it. sometimes that would be visualise, but really only in britain. or so i’m told. right? anyway. i still can’t see. awkward, huh.

» Posted By alex On 04.04.2009 @ 9:26 pm


i’ve always wondered what it would be like to suspend my arms and my legs and free myself from the routinely fashion of my life. i wonder what it would be like to completely let free my body and let it explore the earth. it would be suspenseful.

» Posted By alex On 11.19.2008 @ 7:33 pm

I think this is a rather difficult one.
When I think of suspend I think of a rope, which leads me to think of physics, and from there it logically follows that I remember the Game, and The Final Countdown. You may not be able to see how these link, but they do, so there.
I think I’m running out of time. The bar is going red. It just went ‘ding’

» Posted By Alex On 11.18.2008 @ 4:36 pm

Suspend. Sometimes one wishes everything to be suspended, as if all existence where on hold. And sometimes it happens, you feel the sun bathing you in its heat, the wind caressing your face and then, just when you notice it, when you start enjoying it…everything’s set in motion again. Time’s up and then all moves again as a machine of perpetual motion.

» Posted By Alex On 11.16.2008 @ 11:25 pm

Suspend your disbelief, or your predispositions. Hold your self in the air and float before the sky. Stop for a moment and join with the static in the air. When you hold back and watch only then will you see where you have been going.

» Posted By Alex On 11.16.2008 @ 7:27 pm

police has suspended your license diokljfa;a;sklaksks asnd adbut 5 months ago you took it back and after that the police suspended your driver;s lkicence again and it should be fine and bla bla bla and i want to ask you why the hell the police suspended your driver li

» Posted By Alex On 11.16.2008 @ 12:46 pm


I love to take long drives down the highway in my convertible. I drive with the top down, even in the rain. In my convertible, I can’t be touched. Only by the wind that rushes through my hair. Unless I decide to wear a hat, which is always stupid because then I will lose it. I’ve lost 7 hats so far.

» Posted By Alex On 11.12.2008 @ 9:04 am

in the wind we fly. my hair. your hair. the wind takes it and we fly away; to a place nobody knows but us. we’re on our way to nowhere and for once, neither of us could be happier. for once, we’re finally free.

» Posted By alex On 11.11.2008 @ 7:47 pm


the big white cow sat plainly in the field munching on some grass in order to produce moo juice for the rest of us

» Posted By alex On 11.08.2008 @ 3:38 pm

i actually love cows. i have a bunch of them. not real cows, but toys and such.
well, actually i’m not crazy about real, live cows, but my boyfriend seems to think that i am. the toys are cute, however.

» Posted By alex On 11.08.2008 @ 2:05 pm

cows are animals. they make milk. they are disgusting animals. alone. bred to be killed and eaten. they are delicious. i love how friendly they are in animated movies with a celebrity voice. they get mad cow disease and die. if i was a cow, i’d go crazy too

» Posted By alex On 11.08.2008 @ 12:44 pm


I felt it crawling up my leg. Under my clothes. Under my skin. Crawling, crawling. Getting closer and closer to my inner being. Then bam! Startled was me.

» Posted By Alex On 11.06.2008 @ 10:31 pm

startled means something. it defineteley does, the problem is that i dont know waht it means. probably some form of the word start? or startle? dunno. ok i’m done. nfc.

» Posted By alex On 11.03.2008 @ 6:20 am

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