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A canteen is a container used to hold water. It is used by those in the armed forces or out camping. A canteen can come in great handy when someone is in dire need of water. Canteens are very durable and can withstand many weather conditions.

» Posted By Brian On 05.26.2011 @ 11:52 pm


She stared intently at the good, the wax paper rippling in the unusually heavy August winds. She looked at me from the corner of her eyes and bit into it defiently, ripping it away from her mouth like a lion with carcass.

» Posted By Brian On 05.23.2011 @ 12:33 am


I am domestic, like a house cat. I find myself wondering back to the same place to do the same things over and over again. I cook, clean, do laundry. Fall asleep on the couch about 3 times a week. Thats what I consider domestic.

» Posted By Brian On 05.19.2011 @ 5:02 pm


i want you like nothing else and yet i shouldn’t i couldn’t or i wouldn’t. and yet i want you no i need you dare i say i die without you. whatever you may be, to me, you are the most important. tempted.

» Posted By Brian On 05.17.2011 @ 10:49 pm


All is forgotten, all is forgotten. A generation of hard work and advancement have been completely erased. There is nothing left. There is nothing left, but everything.

» Posted By Brian On 05.16.2011 @ 8:42 am

I had forgotten everything about that night. Not a thing remained tucked in my memory. She was gone in time and I had nothing left for myself. Nothing left to think about or ponder. She was forgotten.

» Posted By Brian On 05.16.2011 @ 8:38 am

When he misplaced it, he had figured it lost. He moved on, reluctantly at first, but then as time wore on, he had forgotten even why there was an ounce of sentimentality attached to it. Only when he fished it out of an old box did the feelings begin to rush back to him, obvious as the sun and the accompanying earthly elements, wholly a part of who he was. He was ashamed that he had ever allowed it to leave him.

» Posted By Brian On 05.16.2011 @ 6:22 am


Lots and lots of it, filling my bloodstream, a fire spreading throughout my being. Brain slowly thinks, “Fuck it, lets go!”, body doesn’t really know what to do. Ah well, Alcohol, it’s awesome.

» Posted By BRIAN On 05.14.2011 @ 4:51 pm


i was on a crew team. well a couple. for a long time. i love being right on the water. i felt connected to it; some sort of kinship, tho i don’t know of-what-ilk.
there was camaraderie, sweat, cursing, and more people in spandex than you’d ever care to see.

» Posted By brian On 05.09.2011 @ 10:48 pm

The crew of the pirate ship had never seen anything like it. The long metal hull, pitted with rust and scorch marks, the shattered windows, chunks of glass standing out at weird angles like ruined teeth. They did not know what they were looking at, but their first instinct was to set sail and gate as far as possible. If only they had listened to that instinct…

» Posted By Brian On 05.09.2011 @ 6:38 pm


i want to remember you but that was so long ago. Were you even real or was I just dreaming. It hurts to think about that time that has become extinct.

» Posted By Brian On 05.03.2011 @ 6:30 pm


its put in your car ,it makes it go.its refined from oil which is getting very expensive,I have to fill up every day and its bloody outrageous.

» Posted By brian On 04.15.2011 @ 3:47 pm


Everything in life is about severity. Relationships are sever, jobs are severe, money is severe…why does it always have to be at such an extreme level? Why can’t things just be tranquil?

» Posted By Brian On 04.14.2011 @ 5:40 am


I want to achieve everything I and anyone else in the world has ever wanted to. I want to share it and love it and make love with it. I want to wear it on my shirts and smell like it when I walk through crowded places. I want it to gleam in my eyes so it attracts the women that need it as well. I want them to taste it.

» Posted By Brian On 04.05.2011 @ 12:44 am


Trust no one. In God we trust, or is it in Dog we trust? Trusted Root.

» Posted By Brian On 03.30.2011 @ 5:25 pm


He took exception when they started to call him “mister.” He had never been a mister, and it made him feel separated from them. Even if they didn’t mean to offer a division between them, he undoubtedly felt as if “mister” came with clenched teeth and strained soul. He was no longer their colleague, only their boss. Laughter was infrequent in those days.

» Posted By Brian On 03.29.2011 @ 1:31 pm


binary ones and zeros fingers countable

» Posted By Brian On 03.29.2011 @ 8:57 am

I think about digital photography. What a way to catch family occasions, those moments of unanticipated bliss, joy, comedy and happiness. Memories may fade and disappear in time but a digital photo will stay crystal clear and fresh!

» Posted By Brian On 03.29.2011 @ 4:28 am


the beatles. everything that was good. history… everyone wants to be a hit classic.

» Posted By brian On 03.26.2011 @ 5:08 pm


However he looked at the equation, it always came back “invalid,” so when a number finally read “2” he figured he was right. It was right, even if he didn’t know what 2 meant. Nothing, as far as he could have read, would have looked more beautiful than that number, however vague the number was at the moment despite the fact that he had known it since he was that exact number in years.

» Posted By Brian On 03.23.2011 @ 12:58 pm


There was no policy that suggested otherwise, so the door was opened, quite easily by the arm, with much more difficulty with the brain and will, and onto the stage he found himself, alone, frigid, beneath the ceiling and amidst an audience of no one. And there he sang for the first time.

» Posted By Brian On 03.22.2011 @ 10:28 am


Whole. “Whole.” Whole. “You want that to be a whole one?” “Yes please.” “You’re sure.” No. “Yes, I’m sure.” “You want it sliced any way.” No. “No.” “I’ll slice it in half so you can put it in wax paper for later.” “Ok.” “Ok, and you’ll be staying?” No. “Yes.”

» Posted By Brian On 03.21.2011 @ 7:49 am


sqaures are shapes and triangles and circles and this is making me think of trigonometry that im taking in high shool within my pre calc class which really sucks because i need to do my homework still and its sooooooo time consuming UGGHGHGHGHGHGHHGHGHGHGHGHHGH but whatever its all G!!!!!!! haha i made an excuse to do this a second time. 120 seconds! xD but this is boring and im talking to myself so i wanna stoooooooooooooooop :'( Wow this time limit doesn;t even work. This thing lets you keep going when it stops the time.

» Posted By Brian On 03.19.2011 @ 8:04 pm


He was sure that it was too late for the class, and as he saw the regulars drifting out of the front door, he was convinced. He turned. “Excuse me,” she said, as she brushed past. There she was, the gorgeous girl who he came for. This was their gym. Late or not, he followed. Three hours later, they each had their last first date.

» Posted By Brian On 03.18.2011 @ 11:12 am


Standing stoically became a harder task than they had advertised. First, he was expressive, so as the comments continued to arise in front and behind his naked figure, he immediately captured a comeback. But he couldn’t utter it or gesticulate to anyone, anyone, that there was something far superior in thought to their simplistic and caddy attempt at assessing his body and multitude of crevices.

» Posted By Brian On 03.17.2011 @ 8:10 am


She hadn’t been too stubborn at this point, but once the waves began to crash and her heels sank into the sand, she relented, turned around with one last smile of desperation, and then fled the shore in search of submission. The waves rose and welcomed her gently, though that wasn’t how she would describe it later.

» Posted By Brian On 03.16.2011 @ 8:46 am


I never thought to ask, when the wild wind swept through his hair, as to whether it was, in fact, real. The boat churned in the waves, and we moved slower than it appeared. From shore, I could see a family jogging – a weird sight – and they kept with the boat despite the water and sticks that constantly ran by us as we headed away from the shoreline.

» Posted By Brian On 03.15.2011 @ 8:02 am


I wondered what the possible word would be that appeared at the top of this page. Come to think of it, why did I know it was going to be at the top of this page. Why not at the bottom? I guess that is the great thing about wondering. You never know where the word is going to come from! Sweet. I made it with time to spare.

» Posted By Brian On 03.09.2011 @ 11:22 pm


basic is such a simple word. its basic. that was a pretty stupid thing to say but I don’t care because this has nothing to do with smarts. Basic I just ran out of things to say so I’ll just write whatever I’m thinking of, kind of like what I;m doing now, I’m on aim and i don’t know why i said that but its whatever, time is almost up.

» Posted By Brian On 03.01.2011 @ 9:25 pm


there is a grocery outlet a block away from my house. next to it is the music store. i buy strings for my guitar at the music store, and groceries at the grocery outlet. when i was 18 i had a friend buy me beer and my moms friend was driving by and saw me putting the eighteen pack in the trunk of my car which was parked in the grocery outlet parking lot. then my mom called me on my cell phone and asked me what i was doing. she caught me. busted.

» Posted By brian On 02.22.2011 @ 1:04 am

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