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hahaha the fucking hut man. its a spot we have in flshing meadows where we always burn and shit. i remember the last couple times we went. dont remember the first hahaha. chillen in a whillow treed and shit my cats licking th carpet now wtf.
» Posted By brian On 12.17.2009 @ 8:11 pm
she arrived at my door. i told her how beautiful everything was. but mostly her. she is all i need. she shows me how to live, how to be me. how to dream. all i want is right in front of me. all i need is not difficult to find.
» Posted By brian On 12.13.2009 @ 3:15 am
I just arrived in Paris today
The city is strange to me and I don’t speak the language
But oh…the City of Lights in all its glory
The city of lovers
Dear god I’m lonely
Could I find someone here?
Like that girl…sitting alone by an empty coffee cup
» Posted By Brian On 12.12.2009 @ 10:29 pm
I come across a lot of people at work who are “wanted.” Some of them are pretty hardcore. Drugs, theft, robbery, assault, the whole bit. But it seems like a lot of people aren’t the sorts that people expect to be going through the criminal justice system. Some are just desperate. Others made a bad decision. Does that make them bad people? Do they deserve to go to jail? I don’t know. It’s not just bad people that go to jail.
» Posted By Brian On 03.12.2010 @ 2:57 pm
The Root of all things, the starting point. That’s what I started out looking for, somewhere along the way my view got skewed. Religions and politics got involved and I found myself choosing between the highest bidder. I found myself the spokesperson for divine intervention, something I have never believed in on my own
» Posted By brian On 03.15.2010 @ 9:11 am
i went to the ponit of the mountain and iall i seem to find was nothing so i kept climing and the day went by and my mind got restless. I never want to be in that state again. I promised myself this would never happen. I guess we’ll have to see how long that will last
» Posted By Brian On 03.02.2010 @ 3:08 am
You’re an idiot. I’m an idiot. To someone, anyone can be an idiot. Really though, why should we care? Believe waht you want to believe and ignore criticism, that’s the only way to truly enjoy life, I believe.
» Posted By Brian On 03.01.2010 @ 6:07 am
“Damn it all,” he said, slamming the phone. Without a further word, he grabbed his client by the arm and pulled her from her seat. “There isn’t much time,” he whispered into her ear. “They’re coming for you, and they know about us. You need to go.”
» Posted By Brian On 02.26.2010 @ 2:11 am
I puckered my lips, let the saliva fall from my chin, to my knee, to the hem of my pants to the ground. I hate waking up to grapes.
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» Posted By brian On 01.26.2010 @ 4:23 pm
I flung the clipboard at my boss’s face much faster than intended. I realized as it left my hand that it was going to seriously hurt her. There was nothing in the world that I could do to make it stop.
» Posted By Brian On 01.19.2010 @ 11:44 am
i press the button and it begins to record. I am suddenly out of ideas. my mind is frozen. its like as soon as i know i am being recorded my creativity goes down the drain.
» Posted By brian On 10.06.2009 @ 11:31 pm
to survive is to be the last one to still be there in the end and do what ever it take sto not die. the survival of the fitess is a good example of what it means to survive
» Posted By Brian On 10.05.2009 @ 10:18 am
I feel my head. I feel my head throb with the pain of the day, of the week, of the subway, of the overdue insurance bill. It’s difficult to remain focused on anything.
Just a moment away from the computer, from the brightness of the screen.
I put my head in my hands, and stare downward.
I see the scar on my arm from when my cat scratched me.
I see the veins in my arm pulse as blood flows through.
I am alive.
» Posted By Brian On 03.19.2010 @ 9:56 am
One of my favorite lyrics of all time is “sit on the warm hood, watching the airplanes land, wondering where they just came from and why.” I’m sure that’s not exactly it, but I like the message. It never fails to amaze me how complex even the shallowest person can be. Everyone has their own story, their own motivations, their own secrets, their own fears. People are fascinating.
» Posted By Brian On 03.26.2010 @ 2:57 am
it was a tragic car accident. An accident that those who witnessed it will never forget. She was an angel. An honour student. A girl whose life laid out in front of her like an old country road through the prairies. Potholed, but perfect.
» Posted By Brian On 03.28.2010 @ 9:24 am
I’m so drunk right now. Is it tragic that me and my roommate are drifting apart? God damnit, this is the perfect word for this moment. I feel like I’m losing the only person I was really close to at this stupid university. And now I’m pushing him away from me, and I don’t even fucking know why. I love the goddamn kid, I really do. I love living with him. But I’m gonna lose him if I keep this up.
» Posted By Brian On 03.28.2010 @ 3:08 am
I got a new hairdo last week. not really, I’ve had the same hairdo forever. hairdos are for people with money. and hair. and concerns for both. or none for one and plenty for the other.
» Posted By brian On 03.31.2010 @ 6:04 pm
as in rock, papper. don’t run with scissors. Someone famous invented them a believe; maybe michael Angelo. dunno. i always got stuck with the left handed ones in grade school.
» Posted By brian On 10.29.2009 @ 4:20 pm
my dad worked on a crane at a construction site. he would always be us so high giving the loads to the workers on the top floors of the sky scrapers and I was always worried that something bad might happen to him/. Little did I know how right my fears were. It was a particularly dreary day.
» Posted By Brian On 10.24.2009 @ 12:44 pm
i used to play piano but i kinda lost interest in it. It just wasnt for me so i picked up the trumpet. i <3 the trumpet. although i need something more. that something was guitar. :D
» Posted By Brian On 10.24.2009 @ 9:01 am
i once knew a man who would always play the piano at the local pub. he was an interesting man, always was quiet and nobody ever bothered him. he would always churn out nice little tunes for the patrons to listen to while enjoying their pints and peanuts. i once asked him why he played everyday like he did.
» Posted By Brian On 10.23.2009 @ 9:48 pm
aspect? differing aspects adn oinios. everoyone’;s is different. it makes personality and different thann other people. its what makes us individuals and gives our perceptions of reality. without different perceptions coudl it be rality and anyhitng be proven your own ideas owuld be truth
» Posted By brian On 10.23.2009 @ 8:41 am
i love you you are everything i want to protect you you are strong but i wupport you anyway it is going to be ok there is nothing to worry about don’e believe what you hear becauause there is no way it can fail you are
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The brilliant entrant in question did, in fact, mention that in his submission. Unfortunately, that part got left on the cutting room floor.
» Posted By brian On 03.17.2010 @ 1:22 pm