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As I, Turn Up The Collar On
My Favorite Winter Coat
This Wind Is Blowin’ My Mind
I See The Kids In The Street
With Not Enough To Eat
Who Am I, To Be Blind?
Pretending Not To See Their Needs
A Summer’s Disregard
A Broken Bottle Top
And A One Man’s Soul
They Follow Each Other On
The Wind Ya’ Know
‘Cause They Got Nowhere To Go
» Posted By Brandon On 09.07.2009 @ 8:18 am
Mellow yellow is a really good soda…Well, i think the makers of the soda were trying to steal Mountain Dew’s thunder, but when isn’t someone trying to steal someone else’s thunder. Thunder-stealing is a part of life in america. Wtf is up with that. Thunder-stealing is so unoriginal….Its all good though
» Posted By Brandon On 12.11.2008 @ 5:20 am
Gear is what you wear. This can be a certain style you wear
» Posted By BRANDON On 12.09.2008 @ 8:48 am
Hovermatronmobile–that’s some sort of random quasi-real vehicle that just came to mind. I wonder if there will every be alternate hover-capabilities than cinventional propulsion techniques?
» Posted By Brandon On 12.02.2008 @ 9:46 am
I’m not sure if my mother ever held me. I mean….I know that she held me to feed me and to put the thermometer in me to take my temperature, but, I don’t think she ever, really, held me. Is that why I’m standing here, ready to die, looking down 200 feet to the coldness below?
» Posted By Brandon On 11.21.2008 @ 12:36 pm
while crossing the street yesterday Icame across an elephant. he gave me a peanut that I immediately consumed. Afterwards, I saw a starving squirrel and I immediately felt remorseful. how could I be so selfish? How could I allow such suffering to happen for nothing? There is so much more to this life than our own interests and well being. There is a world beyond ourselves and it is crying out for our help.
» Posted By Brandon On 06.30.2009 @ 6:13 am
It’s your choice, really. Plenty of people see the world as a funbox, I know I do. I’d rather do something more fun though, like have sex. If I smoke, a lot of people don’t like that. I would, but only if the repurcussions were less. I wish they were, I’d love to. Still, I’d go nowhere with them wasting my money.
» Posted By Brandon On 09.01.2009 @ 7:04 pm
habitat is the place we=here things live and eat and stuff and la la la la la la la la its=’s spelt habitat and this keyboard sucks i keep making tyopos fuck my time is almost up what do i do i don’t have anything else to say
» Posted By brandon On 08.24.2009 @ 4:35 pm
people ;live in a habitat that can be unhalthy and dangerous. they can love their habitat.
animals live in very off puotting habitats to save themselves, i have no idea what im talking about.
» Posted By Brandon On 08.24.2009 @ 2:04 pm
My classes at school scare me very much. I don’t know how to take in information very well. It is simply In and then out.
» Posted By Brandon On 08.16.2009 @ 9:24 pm
There was a flock of geese which crossed the river on a clear sunny day. The water was calm and the the farm had never looked so peaceful.
» Posted By Brandon On 08.09.2009 @ 8:44 am
there is a sign on the wall which all can’t see but it’s just something that we all must notice. makes me wonder. how can we get by life like this? we all have t change for the sake of anything. if we humans didn’t exist lots could’ve changed.
» Posted By Brandon On 08.03.2009 @ 12:45 pm
the weight of the world pulled my shoulders down even more so than usual.
gradual at first, but grotesque in it’s outcome.
i take no responsibility for my actions, so deal.
haha what now timer man???
» Posted By Brandon On 07.25.2009 @ 4:59 pm
the week-old baby opened his eyes for the first time. his father, takes a penny out of his pocket and hands it to the child. “this coin will control your life.” the baby takes the coin and swallows it. its face turns blue and the baby perishes.
» Posted By Brandon On 07.19.2009 @ 11:44 pm
a shiny new nickel dropped from the old man’s pocket. the demon on my shoulder smiled deviously as i bent to pick it up. the man turned and called for the guard. as i ran, i stopped thinking and hit a tree. as i blacked out, all i could think was; the money is mine!.
» Posted By Brandon On 07.19.2009 @ 2:39 pm
the blood from my wound splattered the wall, coating everything in a crimson tide. the knife i had plunged into my belly jarred a bit, leaving my insides bare. i wish i could see her face again, rather than Brittany’s, which was etched into my lids.
» Posted By Brandon On 07.14.2009 @ 10:14 am
travel, distance, going far away. treading farther and farther, flying escaping, living, Paris, Rome, Venice, new york, Toronto, Quebec, escaping as far away as possible
» Posted By brandon On 04.16.2009 @ 10:29 pm
I drank too much. It came all at once when the world started spinning. All I could do was hold onto the ground with both my hands and feet as the world slowly left me. I forgot to remember to put my head above the toilet. The blackout ended 9 hours later with a mouth full of ass and a desperate need to drink water.
» Posted By Brandon On 04.04.2009 @ 7:09 pm
Man you startled me. This website, I mean. Sixty seconds to write about something. I teach writing, and that seemed strange even to me. Perhaps I’ll use this with my students. I wonder if it would be useful, or just a waste of time. Man…I never realized how long sixty seconds was before.
» Posted By Brandon On 11.03.2008 @ 7:20 pm
be gentle with her. gentle is a word with a latin root. it means to be careful with something possibly delicate. it is an adjective.
» Posted By brandon On 10.28.2008 @ 6:19 pm
a place of existance between places apart of the journey and a choice to create the letter why and an offer
» Posted By brandon On 10.23.2008 @ 7:14 pm
the path was long and narrow. it was made of dirt and stone. not many peopole traveled down the path, but it was very popular nontheless. Everyone who went down it was given good luck. No one knows how hte path came to be, or who made it, but everyone knows its special. The end of the path is at a nice shallow lake full of fish. people walk to hte lake and enjoy the path.
» Posted By Brandon On 10.21.2008 @ 8:37 pm
i want to be wanted. i love to be wanted. i love those that want me. wanting is the essential of our beings. to want is to be human. everyone wants something whether they need it or not. wanting what others have. wanting what we used to have. wanting what we’ve never had. never have i ever wanted anything more than this cursor to be done timing me writing about wanting.
» Posted By Brandon On 08.27.2008 @ 8:10 pm
it was a whole new level of excitement when he seen her take of her panties for the first time, ever!!!!!!!!! His boner exploded into a million pieces, in her hair.
» Posted By Brandon On 08.21.2008 @ 9:39 am
she walked into the shop, indulging in the scent of the racks. each held hanger upon hanger of vintage clothing.
» Posted By brandon On 08.16.2008 @ 9:43 pm
Feathered is a meaningful word in a sense. It connotes a light-hearted feeling and light-weighted spirit. I love the word, but I fear I use it less often than I should. It makes me feel like I’m lost in a vast sea of vocabulary.
» Posted By Brandon On 09.25.2008 @ 7:39 pm
the brick was falling from the roof. he had just let go of it. its rough edges had scratched his fingernails leaving a small trace of scratches on their shiny surface. it wasn’t an attempt at anger. he was letting go of every wrong word he had ever spoke.
» Posted By brandon On 09.10.2008 @ 1:50 pm
She sat in the corner, her ankle jammed between the brickwork and the silver framing. A grunt of frustration escaped her lips, making the urgency of the situation even more evident.
» Posted By Brandon On 08.31.2008 @ 12:33 pm
I love cookies, especially gingersnaps. You know what I don’t like? Fortune cookies. They’re not really that fantastic, and I’ve never been able to figure out exactly why someone deemed them “Asian.” The incorporation of a fortune in a cookie seems to me exactly “un-Asian.”
» Posted By Brandon On 04.05.2010 @ 12:57 pm
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Knee deep in the wastes of oblivion i came without warning. I came to find my way through by wading through the wads of wadsworth. My name is Josie and i ride until the dawn is wading in the afternoon light.
» Posted By Brandon On 05.19.2008 @ 11:08 am