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I don’t even know what wag means. I guess I do, It relates to the motion a dog makes with its tail when its exited, THey said don’t think write but I’m failing.
I don’t like dogs all that much I guess they’re ok and my brother has a really nice dog named buddy who I like al.,right. I mean He makes a nice pillow i guess but he doesn’t wag his tail all that much as far as I can tell, It always droops. is that how yuo spell drupes, I can’t stop thinking
» Posted By Alex On 10.10.2009 @ 10:49 pm
It was hard to imagine a time when mother had not been in the kitchen when I returned home from school. Her face seemed forever flecked and smeared with white dust; her blue apron blanched of all colour.
» Posted By Alex On 10.10.2009 @ 9:13 am
just a man and his will to survive. it’s the eye of the tiger, it’s the thrill of the fight, looking up to the challenge of our rivals. staying tough, staying hungry. lost. rocky. fight. dr. dolittle.
» Posted By Alex On 10.06.2009 @ 8:48 am
I will survive! as long as I know how to love I know I’ll stay alive. I’ve got all my life to live, I’ve got all my love to give. I will survive. I will survive! Hey heeeeey! Doo doo da doo doo…….
» Posted By Alex On 10.05.2009 @ 5:08 pm
i didn’t think i would ever make it this far. i didn’t think i would make even one day without you … i told you how i felt, but you were silent… silent these6 months. but i am surviving, thriving, i never thought i could.
» Posted By alex On 10.05.2009 @ 4:41 pm
The rabbit seemed to be exponentially quicker than the fox. However, this ending of this chase was not expected. The fox used his cunning intellect, and cornered the rabbit in his own failure.
» Posted By alex On 10.04.2009 @ 3:38 pm
The chase was on. As she looked back over her shoulder, huffing and puffing, she could see it bearing down on her. Closer it came, closer…until finally, she was within its grasp. She let it overcome her and it was done. She was in love.
» Posted By alex On 10.04.2009 @ 12:00 pm
like the one your mother would wear while makin cookees
ceppt your mother didn’t make cookies
she had no time, because she was working two jobs
because she was a single mother, and that was the only way she could support her kid.
» Posted By alex On 10.03.2009 @ 7:40 pm
She had never been known as a good girl. Her drinking habits were out of control and public drunkennes was the norm for her. Growing up as an aristrocarat, they made her try wine of course. She spat it out immmediately. She scowled with disgust. “Beer is better.”
» Posted By Alex On 10.02.2009 @ 5:54 pm
she poured the wine into the glass as though she was dispensing life itself. I drank, savored, and felt her coursing through my veins.
» Posted By alex On 10.02.2009 @ 12:07 pm
it’s like something you put on an injury. if you’re muscles hurt or something like that then you can put balm on it. and the egyptians used to balm their dead to preserve them and make mummies. i remember when i used to get muscle aches or something like that,mom would give me tiger balm to rub on it and it felt cool, like cold cool,not nifty cool.
» Posted By alex On 10.01.2009 @ 7:32 pm
your love is like a balm. when i feel dry, burnt, parched and rough, I bring you into my mind and you wash over me. I rub you into my heart and let you work your magic.
» Posted By alex On 10.01.2009 @ 11:20 am
above the head
» Posted By alex On 03.20.2010 @ 2:08 pm
once a upon a time, there was a lake where the little kids played. They played, and played, all day and night.
The the seamonster ate little timmy.
» Posted By alex On 03.21.2010 @ 4:26 pm
I felt the world rolling around me in little spirals, just swirling around in my head. It was a sea of confusion, a bright shining light. And none of it was making sense at all. I always heard the phrase ‘Don’t get caught in the worlds traffic.” But still, I did, and now I’m spinning, rolling out of control.
» Posted By Alex On 03.24.2010 @ 1:13 pm
Thereis a movie out right now about the Runaways I think. Joan Jett? Lita Ford? I think that’s this. She’s a little runaway too. That’s a song. It’s a romantic idea, to run away. Practically and in real life it rarely works out well for the people that do it.
» Posted By Alex On 03.24.2010 @ 11:42 pm
the sky is clear and the sky is blue and it falls from the sky onto the long, black track, the runway, the glistening black lined with lights the safe haven, the destination the gateway and the point of origin
» Posted By Alex On 03.26.2010 @ 3:36 am
As i trip on my own two feet, I realize i’ve come to a halt in the middle of a dark, wet cave. I had no idea how i’d come here or how I would excape, but regardless of that, my big question was what my purpose was here.
» Posted By Alex On 03.26.2010 @ 10:48 pm
9/11 was a very tragic incident. i see it all the time on the clock. it scares me every time I see it.
» Posted By alex On 03.28.2010 @ 4:29 pm
tragic is in a sense tragedy, the sadness and misfortune of a good person. No one likes tragedy, yet it has a certain cathartic quality, making us think. SOme of the greatest stories of humanity have been tragedies, and this includes the works of Shakespeare. In a sense, tragedy explains the human condition.
» Posted By Alex On 03.27.2010 @ 9:53 pm
a clip of life is a brief glimpse into the mind of a child. this is because the mind of a child hasn’t been tainted by all that comes with a formal education and this age of over sensation.
» Posted By alex On 03.30.2010 @ 12:41 pm
a paper clip is a fine thing to behold, unless it’s the stupid paper clip that pops up as you are writing in microsoft word. That is Satan’s paper clip, a demon sent from hell to torture those who wish simply to write a word document.
» Posted By Alex On 03.29.2010 @ 9:10 pm
Grapes are some of the most delicious and helpful snacks. When I think of Grapes I inadvertently think of Grapes of Wrath. I never read it before but it is a classic. Good literature and grapes… sounds like a great way to spend an evening.
» Posted By Alex On 03.18.2010 @ 9:09 am
She loaded the clip and smiled at her reflection, tilting her head to the side. Her sister crouched to the ground and dug her nails into the earth, again and again. She cocked the gun, aimed, and fired into blood. Smiled.
» Posted By Alex On 10.31.2009 @ 3:20 pm
It all started last Wednesday, I was shopping by myself as usual for shoes. The thing is, I was in a naughty shop, for unknown reasons of course.
Well actually my friends recommended it, seeing as it was new and had some fancy stuff.
» Posted By Alex On 10.28.2009 @ 8:59 pm
shoes are amazing trapped animals in a ditch, forever shaken with mirth, in a well of soundproofed rooms and gaskets, broken and sweaty portals of wine, aged and merciless in the dim night sky of yesteryear
» Posted By alex On 10.28.2009 @ 7:58 pm
i stepped on to the stage with quivering knees. I was already drenched in sweat from the sheer terror. I stood in front of what seemed to be hundreds of thousands of people. Bright lights blinded me.
» Posted By alex On 10.27.2009 @ 11:37 pm
I stand on the stage and the spotlight shines one me. the microphone feels anxious in my hand. I am nervous, but I know that it is just pre-show jitters catching up with me. the music starts and I fall into place.
» Posted By Alex On 10.27.2009 @ 8:45 pm
gem my shining star a light my child my toy someone i care for a bright topaz beautiful in every way flawless. that is what i think of you. i love you. so much. you shine in more ways than one
» Posted By alex On 10.26.2009 @ 4:45 pm
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Acting, without thought, planning. Just doing. Like this, really – I’m writing, but there’s no thought about what I’ll write. It spews out, splashes, through my fingers, the keyboard, up that arcane, inexplicable wire into the back of my towering computer, and then out, through my wireless adapter, to the router, to the internet. Magic, huh? Awesome, at least.
» Posted By Alex On 10.26.2009 @ 4:33 am