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when you need to do something and you don’t have control of, it’s all about control the world is being controled by aliens from a distant world not human but close they want our brain as they are all dieing
» Posted By alex On 08.20.2008 @ 2:20 pm
asking is so futile, because you already know what youre going to hear, or at the very least what you want to hear. listening is so much more important than asking, because holding a question in your mind is nowhere near as significant as the possibilities that may result from the question, from that singular reaction that occurs at that moment in time, keyed to that question in the recipient’s mind .
» Posted By Alex On 08.18.2008 @ 11:16 pm
I wish I could afford proper vintage clothing- although, I should probably wish I knew how to source and BUY vintage clothing because besides going to Oxfam, or online, I wouldn’t have a clue. But the word vintage is kind of intrinsically interesting, it sounds so…beautiful…whatever it is describing.
» Posted By alex On 08.17.2008 @ 5:00 am
coal is hard it comes from the earth. it can also become diamond. it is also used for firewood in some instances. coal mines cause death and bring joy, kind of ironic dont you think
» Posted By alex On 08.13.2008 @ 11:56 pm
the feathered bird sat upon the barked branch, pondering it’s exiastance. what is life? it asked it’s friend, who had, unfortunately, choosen the next moment to jump off and fly off. god damn it, said the bird, i wanted an answer from that prick. but no, he’d have no answer today. just another uncomfortable spot on this ridiculous branch. he was quite upset at the ida.
» Posted By alex On 09.25.2008 @ 7:44 pm
doing something nice, and doing it good so that someone feels proud that you manage to do it. just like a bee that make honey.
» Posted By Alex On 09.21.2008 @ 11:27 am
I see the stars fall onto me. I’d catch them but there falling to fasr. The winds pick up as the sun begins setting. The last star still alive, still breathing. WIth all the destruction we’ve cause I find it hard to believe we did it, but wre the last ones to live in the universe. The last ones to be proud.
» Posted By Alex On 09.19.2008 @ 2:30 pm
“Wildflowers?” she asked. “Really?” Her nose wrinkled, a tiny line forming between her eyes.
My chest constricted, everything about her committed to memory so very, very effortlessly. Fuck, I thought to myself. If only I could just *say it*, just tell her how I feel.
» Posted By Alex On 09.14.2008 @ 9:22 pm
wildflowers, in a prairie, beautiful and swaying in the wind. Like a beautiful sea, beckoning you to come and enjoy their presences, absorb their refined jubilance. Wildflowers
» Posted By Alex On 09.12.2008 @ 6:48 pm
there was a wildflower in the park. i didnt give a fuck about it, but sheila wanted me to bring it home with us. I left it on the couch. Not a very good place for a flower, maybe, but i didnt give a fuck about it remember?
» Posted By alex On 09.12.2008 @ 1:45 am
This flower was called a wildflower. a beautiful yellow yolk in the middle with lovely purple flowers coming of the middle, with red sharp spikes protecting it.
» Posted By alex On 09.11.2008 @ 9:00 pm
Bricks. I had to help my dad lay brick to day, which was akward cuz i had told him that i want 2 move saturday. I dont know if hes gonna let me, but i do want to go back. I miss Boone Grove. IDK, it will workout. Somehow,someway.
» Posted By Alex On 09.07.2008 @ 8:16 pm
the brick house was the most beautiful thing i’d ever seen. they were the colors of an autumn day, dark red, auburn, brown and near black colors. the windows were closed and the blinds were drawn; the house called to me. i wanted to find my way inside it.
» Posted By alex On 09.07.2008 @ 10:53 am
stones, love, hate, millions of lost oppottunities, life itself, where is it?, love, hate, millions of lost interesting moments
» Posted By alex On 09.06.2008 @ 5:45 am
I might have thrown it all away. Thrown her away because she doesn’t fit anymore. And I’ve grabbed him by his hands and he has become me.
» Posted By Alex On 09.04.2008 @ 12:32 pm
To throw a ball is like falling in love, you never know where it is going to go but you hope for the best and somewhere you know that your experience and hand eye coordination will guide you right. Maybe it’ll land where you want it, and maybe it won’t, but at least you tried.
» Posted By Alex On 09.02.2008 @ 10:45 pm
I want to throw someone off a cliff. It wouldn’t be a random person, just someone who deserved it. I Know it seems really harsh, but I can honestly say right now i’d like to see 2 people get thrown off of it. They’re just not good people in general, never got hugged enough or anything. I would be happy to push them. Its a sad thing I know, but what ever.
» Posted By Alex On 09.02.2008 @ 8:39 pm
like a baseball, like all those preppy assholes do. And then they think they’re better than you, cuz they can throw a ball and have money. Assholes, your not better than anyone.
» Posted By alex On 09.02.2008 @ 7:00 pm
When I threw it, I didn’t think it would land there. I really didn’t. He looked at me. Shocked. I looked back, blankly. His faced turned red and I knew what was coming. I didn’t beg, but he knew what I was thinking.
» Posted By alex On 09.02.2008 @ 12:27 pm
I dont even know what to say. I’m delayed. Held back. There’s nothing I can do about it. Sitting in my car, the lines separating me from everyone else… everyone else who is also delayed. Orange. lower case. What am I even doing here… waiting… waiting…
» Posted By Alex On 08.31.2008 @ 6:24 pm
while waiting at the bus stop
Late for another interview
Fallen asleep on the train
Kid crying at the office
Losing a quarter under the counter
» Posted By Alex On 08.30.2008 @ 9:41 pm
Daisy chains are the most innocent memory I have of recent years. I remember having a friend make one for me on a trip to the Russian River, and wearing it and just being peaceful and happy. It’s strange, though, I never thought about or played with daisies in my childhood.
» Posted By Alex On 06.13.2008 @ 11:51 am
its a funny little thing, how they grow.
some can’t work out their color, spending their short lived seasonal existence trying to figure out how to present themselves. does the yellow make my thighs look fat?
a shame, really.
» Posted By alex On 06.12.2008 @ 10:51 am
wade is like when ur trying to step into something new but u want to wade inot it cuz ur hesitant, u think “hey wade a minute”
» Posted By alex On 05.20.2008 @ 4:07 am
Ah, certain. A word I am cautious to use. Because you’re never really certain about anything, and people that are are usually idiots and I don’t like them. One needs to have a certain openmindedness about things, and never to be certain. Though perhaps certainty can be a good thing when it’s not a bad thing. Err, yeah. It makes you have principles, which aren’t always a good thing to have. But otherwise usually are ok.
» Posted By alex On 05.17.2008 @ 3:18 am
a story, an old fashioned story. fairy tales? absalutely not an animal’s tait. suggests a quaint story, with cottages and fairies in. … …
» Posted By Alex On 05.15.2008 @ 9:17 am
I studied the word chrysalis with fierce intent. Unknowingly part of my own narrative, I began to pick apart the word, letter by letter, in a manner that would impress Derrida himself.
» Posted By Alex On 07.09.2008 @ 11:26 am
Sweet and painfull at the same time ,
Brings old wishes back and awakwns new hopes for the future,
A Dream of something better
» Posted By alex On 07.08.2008 @ 10:00 am
Frequently, he glanced over, awaiting any sign– no matter how small– of attraction. Failing to interpret even the most obvious, he would frequently make his way to the back.
» Posted By Alex On 07.08.2008 @ 1:43 am
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its a treacherous task when (treachery) is the only word used in this task.
» Posted By alex On 07.06.2008 @ 6:13 am