Comments Posted By Bill
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there are many various tipes of poo in the world green ones, brown ones, black ones, hard ones, soft ones and many more.
» Posted By bill On 10.04.2012 @ 1:43 am
Miscellaneous and sundry, too many ideas for all the little spaces it can be crammed in, on, or around. The monotony of too many ideas can be blinding. The death by a thousand words. The death of all loneliness, longing, belonging…too much for something more worthwhile. Not worth bearing the burden of the words and the shapes and the sounds.
» Posted By Bill On 10.03.2012 @ 12:22 pm
Danger, calm sea turned rocky, waves, down, breathing, down, foam, spray, whispered cry, please oh please, more waves, Help.
» Posted By Bill On 09.26.2012 @ 10:44 pm
The trial was scheduled for Thursday. By Wednesday, Adam was dead.
He had always been a nervous man, always the type to be glancing over his shoulder, always the first to start muttering prayers when the aircraft entered turbulence.
But no one had expected this.
» Posted By Bill On 09.22.2012 @ 1:55 am
darkness, an absence of light and space, greatest fear and most profound liberation
» Posted By Bill On 09.16.2012 @ 10:04 am
Bubbling oil, stinging drops, crisping. Food. Comfort.
Rapid thoughts, rapid action, fatigue, brain drain. Time out.
» Posted By Bill On 09.15.2012 @ 5:05 am
IS A sickness which makes you your breath shorter and have you be short of breath. Sudden attacks can occur. People with this disease need to have enough air to be stable.
» Posted By Bill On 09.13.2012 @ 3:05 pm
spa. what a wonderful word to describe a place of relaxation. a place of total abandonment of worries, anxieties, fears and all the simple complexities that make life stressful. a place to feel good, happy and satisfied, even if only for a short period of time. s. p. a. who knew those three little letters put together cold create the sweet symphony of sounds that it does to illustrate that which it is.
» Posted By bill On 09.10.2012 @ 12:58 am
This is a brief statement. This statement will not be long what-so-ever. Please do not expect much from this brief, yet important statement. Shortly you will know the meaning behind this message.
» Posted By Bill On 06.13.2012 @ 8:00 am
hello my name is bill, how are you? i am watching tv and about to go home today. going to go out in exeter and gett battered hahaha. hopefully go surfing on sunday which will be awsome as that is what i want to do all summer. ryan is a creep and is sitting opposite me. next year i am stdying human rights, equity and trusts, land law and criminal law.
» Posted By Bill On 06.09.2012 @ 4:05 am
reporter: a person who barges into other peoples lives for the fuck of it to get payed for selling there stories to news organizations. they then post it online and on TV so the person in question is humiliated publicly, then forced to commit suicide. TMZ Is the primary outlet for these types of people.
» Posted By Bill On 05.30.2012 @ 4:35 pm
it is a word meaning amazing, gorgeous, beautiful, describing something flawless effortless and down right perfect. Prononouned exsqisit SO yes i do not undersTAN this site i am scared……………………………. AHHH
» Posted By bill On 03.24.2012 @ 5:10 pm
It’s a dark, damp place where all kind of marvels can be stored. Packages, spare tires, women. Everything the human mind can concieve. Be warned though that it;s capacity is limited. Store wisely.
» Posted By Bill On 03.23.2012 @ 7:49 am
When I see where my friend has become so high on the shelf, I think about the time I was above him, and felt guilty. Now I feel envious.
» Posted By bill On 02.06.2012 @ 7:47 pm
If I went to the event alone, I’d meet several like-minded people to hang out with afterwards; that is the thought. Another thought, and another thought, and I look up to see the time has passed to make it in time at all.
» Posted By bill On 01.31.2012 @ 2:42 pm
I have a walk to take to move myself forward, the only version of self-help I have the discipline to begin. All for the momentum of my abilities to function as a producer of work.
» Posted By bill On 01.30.2012 @ 12:54 pm
Oh you prickly little pear prickles. How sharp beith thy tongues and pointy thine beak? Whence from which you came to poke, prod and pick? Oh heavens, for the beauty of the sting.
» Posted By bill On 01.05.2012 @ 9:14 am
Romeo and Juliet, how they were star- crossed lovers and they were doomed to fail and they died in the end yet everyone considers their tail to be a romantic one.
» Posted By bill On 09.30.2011 @ 4:14 pm
They got to the room as soon as the reception was over. They were still laughing about all the antics their friends had set up for them. They looked into each others eyes: they were about to start their own marriage celebration
» Posted By Bill On 09.19.2011 @ 4:23 pm
The sun was setting, George and Geoff were set ten paces away, their guns were drawn and poised to fire. Soon their shootout would begin and one of them would come back dead.
» Posted By Bill On 09.17.2011 @ 7:10 pm
A beautiful animal with brown fur and the most amazing sensitive eyes. These animals are gentle, swift, sure-footed, and very aware of their surroundings. They seem like spirits in the forest, vanishing at the first sign of a threat.
» Posted By Bill On 08.18.2011 @ 9:52 pm
I was sitting there.. near the little brigde..
i saw her standing there..desperate.. i didn’t know what else to say to her…
what else to do..
she had those blurry blodshot eyes..god i didn’t knew what to do..
I had this feeling that something bad is going to happen..god i left my legs bound to the ground..
i did nothing..i just froze.. the moments where flowing like the little river underneeth that bridge..
I wish it was never filled with the those shades of black and red..
i hoped that time would froze too..like those feet of mine..
life it’s like a river..it keeps flowing it never stops..it just changes direction..
» Posted By Bill On 08.14.2011 @ 7:31 am
they come to me after the person left that asked the question. They are an illusion, a fantasy, something we want like a forever teddy bear
» Posted By Bill On 08.12.2011 @ 3:58 am
Maroon?? what the hell kind of word is that? It’s the colour of our dang State of Orange team, which I Just don’t care about that much… I suppose it’s like, I’m supposed to support my home state in the sports endeavours etc. but I just can’t bring myself to care about a sports game! Maybe if that’s how they decided politics or something… but then my caring about it has no bearing on the outcome so how could you ever?
At least in a computer game I’m controlling an avatar and can thus help determine the outcome, but in sports you’re just hoping the bnumbers work out for you.
» Posted By Bill On 07.07.2011 @ 9:03 pm
I find that casting a fly rod is the most relaxing thing I can do. There is nothing like the feeling of becoming a perfect metronome. The muscles of my arm and fingers working together – muscle, tendon, nerves, and bone all come together to make a wonderful motion of bliss.
» Posted By Bill On 07.06.2011 @ 12:19 pm
Simply one of the best days of my life. I wanted to go and get a shower but Wade took me into his arms and kissed me. His hand reached down to my buttocks and gave me a playful squeeze.
» Posted By Bill On 06.29.2011 @ 8:33 pm
» Posted By Bill On 06.19.2011 @ 8:41 pm
Yesterday, I had a friend come over to my house. I hadn’t seen him in years and I figured it would be the best time to talk to him. I told him about where I’ve been, and what I’ve seen in the past 10 years. It may have been hard to conceptualize at first, but soon, he was able to embrace the idea.
» Posted By bill On 06.13.2011 @ 2:26 pm
I remember the time I went on the mountaintop and I looked down and I saw the most amazing site that I’ve ever seen. It was the tree that I had been riding a tire swing on, but in reality it wasn’t that tree because nothing was the same anymore, nothing was like it used to be. Anyway, enough about that tire swing and enough about that true, this is about something much more.
» Posted By Bill On 05.30.2011 @ 9:48 pm
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hair, on a greasy italian. theres sweat coming off his face like hot butter, staining his gold chains. patches of facial hair grown on the sides of the face, extending from the hairline to below the ears and worn with an unbearded chin. named for mr burnsides. donchaknow
» Posted By bill On 05.30.2011 @ 1:38 am