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As we move along the shore all we see is the buried rubble and the smoke. We move through the fog cautiosly. all that is left is famine and roofs.
» Posted By bill On 04.19.2009 @ 10:22 pm
He had a convertible but it wasn’t a nice one. It wasn’t shiny, it was ragged but he loved driving that thing, he loved the attention he got because of it, even it was the wrong kind of attention. But the ones who saw through it, who thought he must be an interesting kind of guy for driving a convertible like that, they were the ones he ended up befriending and they were the ones he would end up loving.
» Posted By Bill On 11.12.2008 @ 9:18 am
I was so startled when the election results were announced. How could a man so young and so different be elected the most powerful man in the free world? What can he accomplish? Can he right the ship and get America back on track? Can he foster change?
» Posted By bill On 11.05.2008 @ 5:01 pm
the path to freedom is frought with minefields
» Posted By bill On 10.25.2008 @ 1:41 pm
My path in live is a slow one. I hope to find out where I will be some day. the path of my family is more important to me. I wish that paths crossed more often with others in my situation. I believe I am on my own path to where I am destined to be.
» Posted By Bill On 10.23.2008 @ 1:57 pm
Paths are ways that people get from one place to another, but often simply following a path is not enough, you want to wander, you want to go other places. You don’t want to stay on the path. Some people view paths as a means to an end, others view them as an end in themselves. After all a path is not about the quickest way to get to your destination, a path is about the journey.
» Posted By Bill On 10.23.2008 @ 12:29 pm
shyness will stop you from doing all the things in life you want to.
so if there’s something you’d like to try.
Ask me I won’t say no how could I?
» Posted By Bill On 08.20.2008 @ 4:25 pm
the flower was wild alone in the pasture with no one else around. the wild one went searching all around a fellow wild one but not find any other as wild as himself. he rushed to fine one. one day…
» Posted By bill On 09.13.2008 @ 10:55 pm
I see them on the side of the road, in all their beautiful, glory; sort of like God’s Disney World. Some wildflowers are hypnotic, not just in look, but in essence; if you try to smoke them you know what I mean.
» Posted By bill On 09.11.2008 @ 10:16 pm
pretty pink flowers spread across the meadow, exuding exotic smells that drift into my nostrils and make me sneeze, thanks to my allergies. achoo!
» Posted By Bill On 09.10.2008 @ 6:11 pm
God’s grace is sufficient to all of us in our own time. We are given this blessing at no cost to us. God’s undying love is a beautiful thing that no human mind can fully comprehend. Once grace is given it should be received.
» Posted By Bill On 06.25.2008 @ 9:43 am
day date fun
edge what do I do?
where will we go and what do we have to wear?
look at the rides
did I say fun
» Posted By bill On 04.25.2008 @ 11:24 am
bubbles float in a warm spring breeze. hundreds meander their way around shrubs trees and people bursting one at a time until only one is left then finally -burst-.
» Posted By bill On 01.09.2010 @ 4:56 pm
crease, bend, smooth, press
paper, sheets, towels, laundry
know when to hold em, know when to fold em.
» Posted By bill On 11.30.2009 @ 9:36 pm
I feel like no one notices me. I’m invisible. I walk through life with my head down. I’m all alone. the side walks no me so well. I roam this street tattered and scared. What will I do with my life. I have no one. No one
» Posted By Bill On 11.29.2009 @ 9:33 pm
pumpkins are pretty sweet. i enjoy them as pie. i hate caving, i mean carving, jack o lanterns. probably because i hate anything crafty. they’re messy too. i sound unintelligent. right now i’m listening to count basie. jazz is a cool art form. i wonder if there are any jazz tunes about pumpkins. fucking pumpkins. fumpkins. the colors at the top are changing. i think read means i’m almost done. stumble stumble.
» Posted By bill On 11.26.2009 @ 6:07 pm
» Posted By bill On 11.12.2009 @ 8:53 pm
patterns on a zebra. a movie with bill murray.whats the point of this?
» Posted By bill On 11.22.2009 @ 4:55 pm
there’s a handle on my guitar case that was put on by a shoe repair guy – it saved the guitar case for $4 – I hadn’t used it for months and was thinking about buying anew one
» Posted By bill On 11.20.2009 @ 1:11 pm
life long thing that means that it last forever. its like doing your girlfriend in the butt. If she lets you penetrate her ass then you know that the love that she has for you is eternal.
» Posted By bill On 11.19.2009 @ 8:52 am
jesus loves you yes hE does
» Posted By bill On 12.06.2009 @ 8:54 pm
the ujniteed states is deploying 30000 more troops to afganistan. we support the troops and hope the strategy works.
» Posted By bill On 12.03.2009 @ 8:55 am
we are sendign 30000000 more to Aff…the middle east.
» Posted By Bill On 12.03.2009 @ 7:55 am
bee sting. some bees die when they sting. that sucks. life is ended for them in one sudden instance without it occurring to them that it will happen. life is short. bees should learn to not sting.
» Posted By bill On 12.02.2009 @ 1:35 am
» Posted By Bill On 12.13.2009 @ 12:28 pm
I have arrived to find that I have not arrived at all, I have simply departed. I guess I should have locked the front door.
» Posted By Bill On 12.12.2009 @ 5:25 pm
He shakes his head forcibly, leaning forward, his cock still embedded within her pussy. His lips press against her forward, kissing it a few times, as he looks into her eyes, which slowly open. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly, though still smiling, “I’ll make you feel better soon.”
Bringing his head down, he kisses her neck as he pulls out of her, then slowly thrusts back into her. He keeps up a very painstakingly slow pace, kissing and sucking her neck, until her body begins to adjust, until the look on her face changes from hurt and betrayed, to something a bit more excited.
» Posted By Bill On 03.01.2010 @ 6:04 pm
I was in love with her. She was the light in my dreary existence and I knew that in time I could be happy. I could get over this stupid depression that clouded my life like a great cloud. But I awoke and it was all a myth……
» Posted By Bill On 01.25.2010 @ 7:22 pm
I just wrote about this? Why would I need to write about it again??? I don’t get this. Anyways, I look up and I see the simple letters H.O.O.K.E.D such a little word that can mean, and cause, so much. When you can’t stop something it’s so hard to quit.
» Posted By Bill On 01.20.2010 @ 5:56 pm
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penguin, slide , nick
and im supposed to be a poet
» Posted By bill On 03.27.2010 @ 12:13 pm