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The end of some object, as defined arbitrarily (when does the object actually stop? at the visual representation, at the force it exerts onto another object, at contour lines, at thought of the object, maybe thought is the object, i.e).

» Posted By Brian On 10.02.2011 @ 2:59 pm


It was a thick liquid that started flowing down the glass.I knew she liked it, but couldn’t help herself. The straw couldn’t pull it up and I really wanted to. Someday, I will again.

» Posted By Brian On 09.28.2011 @ 4:21 pm


I’m not totally convinced that this is the way for me to go. Where is my life headed as a marketing specialist?

» Posted By Brian On 09.23.2011 @ 9:20 pm


We laid on the couch embracing one another. Tears streaming from the joy of feeling whole once again. It was so good to have her home. I needed to kiss her, hold her, tell her how much I love her…and hope she would reciprocate.

» Posted By brian On 09.22.2011 @ 5:41 am


As I crouched behind the curtains, i could see the car idling in front of the house. That man, those beady eyes, that night replayed over and over in my head. he was the murderer, that i knew. but how could i prove it? how could i make it known that he was the one? “someday i will get you,” i thought to myself. you bastard.

» Posted By brian On 09.21.2011 @ 9:07 am


She had an acount, and acount that made her a little younger every time she logged on, she couldn’t depend on much, only the fear that stood in here heart, she was sad,

» Posted By Brian On 09.15.2011 @ 5:00 am


stein: you need more brella in your writing!
hemingway: um…brella?

» Posted By brian On 08.24.2011 @ 6:14 pm


I can’t believe I missed the party! I’ve waited forever to go to this party and I had to get sick. I always miss everything. I missed a whole year of school because I was recovering from a surgery.

» Posted By Brian On 08.20.2011 @ 10:30 am

Missed – what a word. Missed connections, missed flights, missed deadlines. But what is it about time in our culture that impresses such a momentous stature upon an ugly word like “missed?” Maybe if we stopped being so busy and started thinking, we’d be closer to this answer.

» Posted By Brian On 08.20.2011 @ 1:13 am


There were three deer crossing the road. One of them had a tie on. It was the boss for sure. I slowed down to take a picture but they ran. Damn. Deer with a tie. The End.

» Posted By Brian On 08.18.2011 @ 5:41 pm


repeat what? I would like to repeat a lot of things in life. If it were possible to do so I wonder if I would actually be able change the course of my life? And if I could would it be better than it is now?

» Posted By Brian On 08.17.2011 @ 3:56 am

repeat the trouble and it would cause you more pain but the remedy is to mkae the most of it and do not attempt to find the wrong person to talk about because it will reveals your secret to everyone around you

» Posted By Brian On 08.17.2011 @ 1:53 am


I’m really not too familiar with this word. I think it’s like a type of fabric, but it’s rubberyish. Man I can’t think of anything else. If i was a super hero I’m pretty sure my costume would be made out of elastic. It’d probably chafe a little but thought

» Posted By Brian On 08.10.2011 @ 7:55 pm


Level. That word reminds me of Super Mario Brothers. I’m sure a carpenter would think of the device known as a level, used for making sure things are well… level. But to me, and probably most of my generation, it’s about being kids and trying to rescue the Princess Toadstool in the final level.

» Posted By Brian On 08.04.2011 @ 9:55 am


1.) what hemp is made of
2.) objective for haxing linux
3.) my hair is missing this, apparently, because i’m balding
60 seconds my ass

» Posted By brian On 08.01.2011 @ 4:00 pm


A group of friends who grow apart as time passes – a vestigial name for a bygone connection.

» Posted By Brian On 07.27.2011 @ 3:14 pm


I went to where there was little evidence of anything, and beneath there, beneath…I couldn’t say. It was musty, and there were signs that life had left this place behind. Overhead, the noise persisted, and the rain began to come down in torrents, dripping from above at first, and then, finally, trickling into my den, my feet and hands and face awash with water and mud and the leftovers from what God no longer wanted for himself.

» Posted By Brian On 07.26.2011 @ 12:02 pm


I wish I could predict the outcome of my decisions. It woud make my future much easier to decide. This, that, both, neither. So many options, Majors, careers, relationships, friendships, and more. But the only way to find out is to dive in and hope for the best.

» Posted By Brian On 06.20.2011 @ 9:03 pm


I wonder what would happen if I was perfect. Would I be happy? Wondering is an important thing in life. It makes sure that you are on the right track – always questioning yourself, always WONDERING. Wonder is the thing that amazes you when you are in an exotic location. Wonderment is one of the most important things in life.

» Posted By Brian On 06.17.2011 @ 2:57 pm


with a smile, my mother was glad. she knew that this was to be her son’s name. Although it was later changed to Selby, by my dad, everyone still calls him Smile. and he likes it. believe me. although he does not admit it.

» Posted By Brian On 06.17.2011 @ 3:18 am

Her smile is the most beautiful thing in the world. It at once amazes, glorifies, and enlightens the soul. It’s the most important thing in the world to me, and the chance to see it once more would be the only thing I need in life. Forget everything else. Drop it. Money, fame, fortune. Just her smile. One last time. That’s all I want to see.

» Posted By Brian On 06.16.2011 @ 10:00 pm


When the world looked away, all I saw was him. He was standing before and in the middle and in the height of it all, and he looked angelic, cherubic, and I thought that I was ten again and witnessing something new. A breath came in and fled my mouth, a deep exhalation where everything was expunged and reborn. And then he grabbed me, tugging out of me something that I had forgotten had even chosen to exist.

» Posted By Brian On 06.14.2011 @ 7:47 am


the teacher has become the student. Teacher, teacher, can you teach me because I don’t need no education, hey teacher leave them kids alone all in all we’re just another brick in the wall….

» Posted By Brian On 06.10.2011 @ 9:48 am


A corner is the place where two lines meet at an angle, and a concave corner of intersecting walls is generally thought to be the least beneficial position to be in a life-or-death situation. From this notion was born the verb to corner, which is used to mean “to back (another person or animal) into a corner” and usually also carries a connotation of foul play.

A corner.
A metes and bounds deed begins at a corner marked by a monument and follows a line a given direction and distance to another corner marked by another monument following around and defining the boundary lines of a property. Typically, unless otherwise described or noted, a property corner is placed on the centerline dividing two parcels of land but on the extreme limit of any structure or building located on the boundaries of the property.
In square dance, corner refers to the person you are adjacent to who is not your partner. In standard positioning (boy on the left, girl on the right), this would be for men (or gents) the person standing to one’s left, and for ladies the person standing to one’s right. In square dance one will often change partners and corners during the course of a dance, in which case one can distinguish between the “original corner” and a “situational corner”.
In sports such as football (soccer) or boxing, corner may refer to a person or position (cornerman).
In ice hockey, the rink does not have any corners. It is an oval and therefore cannot have a corner.
A corner is also used in geography, such as the Four Corners Monument in the United States, marking the corner of state boundary lines.
In most fighting video games, the edge of the stage is referred to as the “corner,” because much like a corner in a wall, it is typically a disadvantageous position, which allows for more combination attacks and makes escaping offensive pressure significantly more

» Posted By Brian On 06.08.2011 @ 7:53 pm

I’ll be seeing you around some corner, whether sooner or later.

» Posted By Brian On 06.08.2011 @ 6:47 pm

at the street corner, the musician played his heart out. it wasn’t that he hadn’t eaten in a day and a half, or that he cared that people listened. he played for himself. for his craft. his passion. when he walked away from a scholarship to harvard all those years ago, he knew…

» Posted By brian On 06.08.2011 @ 1:11 pm


canvasin a tower, in a study, on a desk , in the hands of the artist, through the window, through the night, through the air, the sky

» Posted By brian On 06.07.2011 @ 12:11 am


plaid is never one color or in one place, it is insane. It is ever changing. it is a mixture of colors and shapes. I enjoy looking at colors and shapes, and I look at plaid and I am reminded of the blessing of eyesight, so that I can enjoy plaid.

» Posted By brian On 06.05.2011 @ 12:43 pm


i haven’t traveled in a while. i need to. a life’s passion deserves the undivided attention of its follower on a regular basis. but, life beckons, and sadly has not allowed the time or the funds to support a gallivanting adventure through europe or argentina or the like.

» Posted By brian On 06.01.2011 @ 10:45 pm


Her kiss tasted faintly of mint. It was one of those experiences that built itself into memory as a permanent foundation; something to be remembered in the warmth of death as what life was defined as.

» Posted By Brian On 05.27.2011 @ 7:57 pm

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