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They are hard and white, they support you and carry you around. They break easily without calcium. they are inside everyone . when they splinter it hurts they are full of marrow. I’ve never broken one
» Posted By bea On 05.11.2011 @ 4:46 pm
My bones are exposed. From across the room, his gaze feels like the fluorescent lights of a department store, drilling through me unsympathetically. I become bones and skin, I am a patient under the microscope. I swear my soul lies in there somewhere, but my soul needs space. It needs to grapple around in the darkness, it cannot bear this light.
» Posted By Bea On 05.01.2011 @ 5:34 pm
sometimes when people get what they want”succed they dont really get what they need only what they thought they wanted
» Posted By Bea On 04.04.2011 @ 6:21 pm
Ego is something that can ruin your life, your relationship with someone and many other things in your life. If you ever feel your ego is being attact you react. why cant we just leave it alone?…
» Posted By Bea On 04.01.2011 @ 8:28 pm
i don’t know what to do. i can’t figure this out. Usually i know what to feel and i know how to execute certain things, but right now i can’t think. This has never happened before, and i just don’t know how wo react. Someone please help me realize and figure this out. please i’m begging you.
» Posted By Bea On 03.17.2011 @ 10:07 am
I am allergic to mangos. The first time I had them was when I was seven years old and I ate nearly an entire bag of them, dried. I got hives and decided to never eat them again. They were still delicious though, and I think the hives were worth it. Mango is a nice word. Mangos are an orangey-yellow colour.
» Posted By Bea On 02.23.2011 @ 8:07 am
mega shop where fancy old ladies can buy dresses for their stupids childrens without spending money, cause they lost everything buyin the last plasma tv for their white living rooms full of little old objects.
» Posted By Bea On 02.22.2011 @ 10:04 am
ive done this so many times before, thought about it . glued it together again, but right now, today, the damn thing just keeps splitting and all my secrets are pouring out. how dod you a glue a heart together again? becasue i have no idea.
» Posted By Bea On 12.30.2010 @ 4:43 pm
its what i want to do, my new years resolution is to do the splits. is that becasue i want to feel free flexible to do what ever i want? run away and tumble and not care about being hurt by the motion it causes. black passion it is to do the splits. i love it.
» Posted By Bea On 12.30.2010 @ 4:29 pm
my cat’s have them, and they are cute. sometimes they fall out and stick in the carpet. they make me think of love and fuzz and cuteness. whiskers are great. too bad i don’t have them.
» Posted By bea On 10.22.2010 @ 7:43 am
Every day I stand tall, like a pillar, gradually leaning to one side or the other as words and ideas make their way into my head, twisting
» Posted By bea On 05.26.2010 @ 2:48 pm
I would offer my goat to Greek ceremonies if I were alive then. People would like me. I’d like to wear a robe all day.
» Posted By Bea On 05.13.2009 @ 11:25 am
It didn’t matter what she was wearing. She was on a mission to get the photographer on her side, every night. She wore lace and against her tan skin it looked electric. She posed over the chair in his room. He liked it and took many shots like that. He wanted to be the chair. The way her body hung on the wood, he thought, looked like he could catch her off guard and ravish her body.
» Posted By Bea On 05.12.2009 @ 8:14 am
Favourites are too determined for my unsettled mind. All that talk about favourites! Why not try see something good in everything, why not be grateful that there is anything good at all? The word favourite is all too used up, it is used by people who are too snobby to see the good in ordinary things, too used to the good that they become picky about it.
» Posted By Bea On 01.13.2009 @ 11:38 am
flutter? i hear it over ten blocks away. the night is silent and still. i hear nothing but my own typing and my own heart beat. i wait… wait for you to come back to me. i know you will.
» Posted By Bea On 04.03.2009 @ 1:34 pm
s are very unique. omg, i need to think. ooh! fingerprints…. remind me of katy perry? um… goodness i can’t remember. but how many unique fingerprints are out there, really? aren’t there too many people in the world to have a kajillion number of fingerprints? how many combinations of unique squiggles can be out there?
» Posted By Bea On 04.02.2009 @ 2:15 pm
It’s dark and windy and alone down there. Alone amidst a thousand other people. It’s the rush that should be above ground, the dark hope that everything stays working long enough to see the sky again.
» Posted By Bea On 03.26.2009 @ 12:41 pm
hahahhaa….that’s old news I thought aloud…..It was strange to have a request like this one after so long a time together. I thought we knew eachother, I said. Obviously not. he answered. I laughed again. Why did it seem so ridiculous.
» Posted By Bea On 09.03.2009 @ 2:07 pm
at the top of that hill,I saw all the streets of that city,the city I would live in,with all the flashy lights,tha cars and all the people of the world. It was colors,just millions of colors.
» Posted By bea On 10.04.2008 @ 5:02 am
if you ask, you shall recieve. simple words, simple logic, but no one really understands this concept. Either we ask too much, or we ask too little. If we ask too much, we are greedy, selfish bastards. Too little, and we are unhappy. where is middle ground?
» Posted By bea On 08.18.2008 @ 2:00 am
The village is one fucked up place to be. There are a lot of arrogant little fucks and I hate it because it’s a goddamn village, okay? I grew up in a village filled with arrogant sons of bitches and priests. It was a very, very scary experience. I would not recommend you or anyone you know to live in a village because it is perceived as a place to be safe. It is not, when a place is perceived to be safe, it is a rape zone.
» Posted By Bea On 08.14.2008 @ 6:05 pm
Is an instrument that is wierd and not to many people play it because its confusing smelly and wierd. this is random and for some reason it makes me think of cell phones.
» Posted By Bea On 11.28.2009 @ 7:50 pm
halloween time. orange. jack o lanter. hocus pocus. pumpkin seeds, pumpkin pie. ghosts. graves. candles. spooky.
» Posted By Bea On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am
A banjo? as in music? instrument? I should know more about it, huh? or maybe not. probably not. Banjo, crocodiles, klischee associations, oh dear
» Posted By bea On 11.26.2009 @ 1:52 pm
is like a thread is a thread? follows a thread. needles freak me out in the non thread sense because they remind me of drugs
» Posted By bea On 11.24.2009 @ 11:32 pm
Lane again? Is always the same game,that’s lame not lane.
what a lane is so important , the lane that will take me there is important. But right now the lane is full of
» Posted By bea On 11.16.2009 @ 9:53 pm
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a horse trotting
» Posted By bea On 10.14.2009 @ 2:55 pm