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Music. Is it simply to listen to, or to shut folk out. We don’t want to acknowledge our own, awful lives, and so we listen to this glorified shit, and not to each other.
» Posted By Ben On 09.09.2012 @ 8:12 am
A split road – divided by choices, divided by ideas, divided by consequences. Making the choices, being free – that’s the essence of what we do, and whilst it’s hard at times, discovering what’s at the end of that road can sure be fun.
» Posted By Ben On 09.05.2012 @ 11:30 am
This is the way I walk – slowly, with an uneven pace, panting as the last bits of liquid from my body squeeze laboriously from the sun-scorched pores on my face, oozing with silent desperation toward my needy tongue.
» Posted By Ben On 09.01.2012 @ 10:58 am
i have a wonderful girlfriend who comforts me when i feel down. she gives me hugs and supports me when i need comforting. i love her so much for that. i comfort her too when she needs it.
» Posted By Ben On 08.20.2012 @ 1:37 pm
Porter like the beer? Sometimes I like the fashion of porters. Its like adventurous and stylish at the same time. Also, most people would never fight a porter, they seem like tough stock of people. I think I probably had some porters in my ancestry. Pawlowskis would have made good poretrs.
» Posted By ben On 08.18.2012 @ 11:37 pm
I dare you to jump the bridge. The dare is a simple thing, a challenge, to force others to do for us what we are scared to do for ourselves. To find just how far one can go without actually doing it. Or we may find us daring ourselves to force ourselves to new heights.
» Posted By Ben On 08.05.2012 @ 5:36 pm
I never knew that I had secrets until I fully discovered myself. I ran around the world, looking for the things that I knew and things that would remind me of who I am. We don’t keep secrets, secrets keep us. With all the power and humanity to uphold, who will keep them secret?
» Posted By Ben On 08.03.2012 @ 9:56 pm
My father loathed my taste for strawberries. It was never about the cost, and he and my mother loved the fact that I dug fruit so much more than candy. IT was because I always wanted a strawberry cake, which meant pink icing.
» Posted By Ben On 07.22.2012 @ 10:02 pm
The city watch roamed across the streets as dusk set in. There was no way out…Pip knew this, yet he still stared from his dank dark box, hoping for just one glancing second to get out of the city.
» Posted By Ben On 07.19.2012 @ 9:53 pm
The man lay by the roadside, blood seeping from his head. Noone knew whether he was alive or dead. A crowd had formed as the emt’s moved him gingerly upon the stretcher. It wasn’t until the sheet was pulled over his body that the terrible silence that had fallen over the crowd gave way to screams.
» Posted By Ben On 07.19.2012 @ 2:55 am
Way back in the early nineties, I remember being one of the first kids in my town who got their hands on a sega genisis. IT was my father’s of course, but I remember stealing that console for so many games of Ecco the Dolphin.
» Posted By Ben On 07.18.2012 @ 10:37 am
Of all the things I hate most, I believe it has to be decorations. The simple fact that decorations exist to serve no other purpost but to fill blank space is a disgusting thing to my mind.
» Posted By Ben On 07.16.2012 @ 11:44 pm
To be keen about something is to really have some intent in your actions. I’m keen on learningi new things, others are keen upon doing others. It’s all a matter of choice really, but what you’re keen on accomplishing in a day, week, hour, or lifetime can really define you as a person.
» Posted By Ben On 06.18.2012 @ 9:23 pm
Straw draws me through the vacuum of nowhere and no air out of the tablet box, suckingq through the confines of the barriers of browser and machine for sixty seconds thoughtless reminding myself thoughtless to just spill the contents of the straw letting the vacuum refill with air from nowhere in particular as I draw a picture of in and out in sixty seconds one minute Christ but time if anything is more limiting in its never ending length
» Posted By Ben On 06.14.2012 @ 8:51 am
His cap was large, and spacious, so that several things could fit inside. Not wooly things or hairy things, but smooth, supple ones. His cap kept thoughts from escaping out into the cool, cold air. Without his cap, unfortunately, he was nothing. His cap kept the warmth around him, and made sure that he could accomplish great things.
» Posted By Ben On 06.03.2012 @ 2:04 pm
My work has spoiled me to the extent that, when a customer walks in, I believe they’ve actually hassled me from what I’m supposed to be doing, which is sitting on my ass and reading profiles of Louis CK and Lady Gaga. It’s a joke. I do nothing all day. If all the customers came in at once, I could finish work in under an hour.
» Posted By Ben On 06.01.2012 @ 4:29 am
It is a hassle to be here. It is a hassle to make this. Parents are a hassle. Women are a hassle. Everything is a hassle. Why do we bother? Because its the hassle that makes it worth it.
» Posted By Ben On 05.31.2012 @ 4:07 pm
Bias. What we hear from a reporter might not be the truth, yet many people will accept it like gospel. This can be dangerous. Listen to ‘News of the World’ by The Jam, Weller has got the idea.
» Posted By Ben On 05.30.2012 @ 4:33 pm
Do not disregard children or pets.
» Posted By Ben On 05.14.2012 @ 10:14 am
the seperate criminals were sad but they had crow bars and broke out of jail
» Posted By Ben On 05.02.2012 @ 9:59 am
It was the only sound. The fields before him. The Fields of Trenzalore…the fall of the eleventh…it was all set. The only sound for miles was the rattle of the stones on the barren ground. Bodies were strewn across the land. Some stood though; and then it came. The question was asked. The rattling soon seemed like nothing; and the Silence fell.
» Posted By Ben On 04.13.2012 @ 4:50 pm
“I am the Doctor, and you are the Daleks!”
Then the Daleks sprang into life. They had confirmation. They were now nourished, ready to live, and fight, and die for Skaaro. The Daleks would exterminate. The Doctor would die. The Silence would fall. All from the nourishment of a Doctor.
» Posted By Ben On 04.12.2012 @ 4:26 pm
I needed it. Food. Bit hard to get…but I needed it. I knew they were right behind me. But the doors were sealed…that could hold them off…right? It was worth it. Before me were hundreds of cans. Beans, soup, anything. I grabbed as many as I could. I felt them clatter against my ribcage. Nourishment was to come.
» Posted By Ben On 04.12.2012 @ 4:16 pm
Bitten by a shark! I lost my arm! Well, at least I’m right hande-oh no! An alligator! What are the odds?! It bit my right arm off! Good thing I’m a runner. I don’t know what I would do without legs. Optimism is great.
» Posted By Ben On 04.11.2012 @ 11:29 pm
the criminal had a remorse heartache after stealing the jewel
» Posted By Ben On 04.09.2012 @ 9:44 am
I heard and saw the hooded figures standing on each side of the Sybil. Who they were or what they were was not apparent, only that they guarded the mouth, the oracle, the mouthpiece of beyond. Then I began to quiver….
» Posted By ben On 04.02.2012 @ 6:33 pm
are a way of expressing pure subjective opinion disguised as objective. Ratings are thus, bullshit and should be outlawed.
» Posted By ben On 03.20.2012 @ 4:30 pm
see them? like a patch work quilt. all colors, sizes and styles. it’s what makes the world beautiful.
» Posted By Ben On 03.15.2012 @ 8:24 pm
We all signed it. We never even read the fine print. That’s how we all became slaves.
» Posted By Ben On 03.13.2012 @ 8:57 pm
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He dismissed the girl as he had dismissed his life, quietly and without and fuss. Whether this was the right thing to do did not matter, it had to be done…
» Posted By Ben On 03.09.2012 @ 5:38 pm