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dangerous. uninviting. unfaithful. decieving, the dangerous climb to the top of the hill challanged my tolerance. it was treacherous. misleading.
» Posted By alex On 07.06.2008 @ 5:06 am
I want a holiday to somewhere where I know how to talk to you. I want to lie on sandy beaches under the sun with you, away from all this grey. I hate this city. But I’m scared that if I leave I won’t be coming back.
» Posted By Alex On 07.04.2008 @ 11:07 am
My life is stable when you smile, when you hold my hand or when you play with my hair.
» Posted By Alex On 07.03.2008 @ 5:54 am
Pardon, what you do when you pass gas, or have to excused from the table or what a president can do for a criminal to pardon them of their crimes.
» Posted By Alex On 06.26.2008 @ 11:43 am
how long is a piece of string?
who cares how long it is
its how long you make it?
how long you percieve it?
i am really just blabbering on because i found this page with stumbleupon!!!
» Posted By alex On 06.18.2008 @ 5:53 am
string is can be long or short, in fact it is often used in answer to a question like how long will it take? answer how long is a piece of string. It can be used as a leash, or even just to tie things together but if you like being tied to a dog then you are sick!
» Posted By Alex On 06.18.2008 @ 3:45 am
right then and there i decided to turn left and move towards the pulsating light that came from the open doorway. i had no idea where i was going. i just knew i wanted to walk. and i did. for a long time . and i did
» Posted By alex On 05.10.2008 @ 10:17 am
The cone sits at the bottom step. It’s hanging in the stoopway to the outside world like some kind of lost child. I don’t know who put it there. I will take it upstairs with me though. Before anyone can see, quickly with its strange plastic odor bouncing into my nostrils as I carry my treasure. I’ll leave it there in my room, next to the signs and other trash.
» Posted By alex On 05.06.2008 @ 12:30 pm
I like to drink coca cola when I’m thirsty, when my throat is dry. I hate rain. I like summer and winter.
» Posted By Alex On 05.05.2008 @ 5:51 am
» Posted By Alex On 05.05.2008 @ 2:23 am
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» Posted By alex On 05.01.2008 @ 7:03 am
what the hell am i supposed to type?
» Posted By alex On 04.29.2008 @ 4:47 am
There is a hill named union in my home town. I like to call it onion hill. This has cause for some confusion and has indeed mislead several who were unfortunate enough to as for dirrections from me in that area. I am sorry.
» Posted By alex On 04.28.2008 @ 3:31 am
The raw wind of the scottish highlands caught her hair as she turned around to me. She smiled, her eyes were glistering and she seemed rather happy.
» Posted By alex On 04.24.2008 @ 10:59 am
i was sitting on a park bench one day watching the world go round, the skies were blue and the few clouds there were were lazing around as if they were hanging out to dry, a bird flies down and lands on a fence post opposite and for a glorious moment that lasted centuries in my mind we stared at each other. each wondering what the other had seen.
» Posted By Alex On 04.24.2008 @ 7:08 am
I spend a great deal of time sitting in a red chair in front of the television. The stress of the day creates inertia when I come home, and I can’t help myself.
» Posted By Alex On 04.24.2008 @ 3:12 am
She wasn’t usually this cranky; something was wrong. But for her live-in-the-moment lifestyle, I decided to go with it. For once I woudl be the control freak that couldn’t go out with anybody. I decided I would finally let go. So I ddid what she least expected. I kissed her. And boy, did I love it.
» Posted By alex On 04.04.2010 @ 11:14 am
major threat. he takes your soul in a glace of his eye. he takes your thoughts, your emotions, everything. he is the major part of your mind, the major taste in your mouth, the majority of your life. and its sickening.
» Posted By Alex On 01.15.2010 @ 4:24 pm
every spot has an origin.
» Posted By alex On 01.15.2010 @ 12:43 pm
the spot could be the origin of the world, one spot can be seen as huge by an atom sized creature or it can be seen as insignificant by mankind. it doesnt matter how you perceive it, the spot will always keep its size.
» Posted By alex On 01.15.2010 @ 9:49 am
spots on the glasses you wear
spots on the glasses you drink your water from
they are all over
sometimes you hate to see them
but sometimes you decide they are perfect in their annoyance.
you seek out the reason for their being
water spots from rain, from a second rinsing
» Posted By alex On 01.15.2010 @ 8:13 am
the foot prints where in the powder. they lead to the bed. it was eerie. it was a sign. maybe there is a god or spirits or something. no one can be sure. and if all we have is this god damn powder to prove it then we are all lost.
» Posted By alex On 01.13.2010 @ 7:20 pm
Powder is a weird thing. Think about it baby powder, baking powder, makeup powder. Just very different. But, add water to it and it is goop, clumps and gross. This is a very intelligent writing huh? That is about it. I hate when powder dries your hands up.
» Posted By alex On 01.13.2010 @ 4:34 pm
Powder, clean and white, traveling quickly up my nasal cavity. The drip is divine, the high is heavenly. I can’t help but remember it, even now, years later, every time I walk through fresh, powder snow.
» Posted By Alex On 01.13.2010 @ 3:03 pm
It’s only natural to grieve when someone you’re related to passes away. So why do I feel so emotionless over the death of my own grandfather? I’m not a monster, I don’t think, but it just doesn’t seem….natural to mourn him somehow.
» Posted By Alex On 01.12.2010 @ 8:13 pm
leaves are natural
greeen stuff is natural
i like green. but i can’t believe i spelled that wrong. why can’t i type? it’s just not… natural ! man, smoking inhibits your ability to type faster. though weed is a natural, i mean marijuana is a natual resource, it doesn’t feel normal, ya know?
» Posted By alex On 01.12.2010 @ 4:42 pm
I was caught in the system. There was no escaping it, no avoiding it. No matter how I longed to be free, I realized I would always be a slave to the everyday. It was my burden to carry, and there was no resisting. I felt suffocated by the idea, helpless in a sea of apathy.
» Posted By Alex On 01.10.2010 @ 5:14 am
Into flames. It feels like passion. A sudden outpouring of everything, all at once. Boom, its out there. It would be nice to live in that kind of way; always bursting. Everyday would be something original and fulfilled.
» Posted By Alex On 01.09.2010 @ 1:10 pm
With a sudden explosion, she burst into flames. Everyone around was stunned as they watched her burn slowly, skin melting off her pale face as she fell to the ground, screaming an anguished cry that lasted only moments before engulfing hot death.
» Posted By Alex On 01.08.2010 @ 8:11 pm
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Feeling that its left once you taste something.
» Posted By Alex On 01.07.2010 @ 10:30 pm