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The trunk is like the closet for my car. I stuff everything in it that I want to hide, that I don’t want my passengers to see, and the things that I’m too lazy to take up to my room and stuff in my closet.
» Posted By dan On 01.03.2012 @ 1:41 pm
perrier-jouet, moet, celebration, new years, bubbles, wine, mimosa, bottle, classy, fancy, pricey, good
» Posted By dan On 01.02.2012 @ 9:05 pm
I stumble down the dark empty street. My drunken gait is anything but stable. The moon is blurred by a thin layer of clouds, and its unreliable light guides me home. It may be dim but its all that I have.
» Posted By dan On 12.03.2011 @ 11:00 am
If I could work anywhere I would live in a beach town on the Mediterranean coast. Every day, I would have a modest apartment and walk along the harbor to the sandy beach side. There is no way I would ever be tired of this.
» Posted By dan On 11.30.2011 @ 2:36 pm
The president is a symbol. He can’t save the world, but everyone can project their own frustrations on him and pretend he can fix or ruin their lives. Why anyone would want that job I could never imagine.
» Posted By dan On 11.25.2011 @ 8:36 pm
Wild horses running in an open pasture. Nothing more free, nothing more natural. Their uninhibited nature intimidates me and lays bare the constraints that keep me in line.
» Posted By dan On 11.25.2011 @ 10:06 am
She was stunning, Angular, rosy cheekbones, full blonde hair, and a smile that would make a homeless man feel proud of himself.
» Posted By dan On 11.24.2011 @ 7:05 am
People who are smart without having to study astound me. Are they just good at hiding it and pretending they don’t need to study? Or does their mind collect information at a higher level, and process things quicker and more efficiently?
» Posted By dan On 11.23.2011 @ 5:41 am
Laughter in the hallway bounces off the spotless linoleum. It stops and all is quiet.
» Posted By dan On 11.21.2011 @ 11:34 am
The rules keep me from questioning authority and, by extension, I can ignore the morality of my actions. Right and wrong are two distinctions I ignore. As long as I do as I am told I will be taken care of.
» Posted By dan On 11.20.2011 @ 4:47 pm
The rules keep me from question authority and, by extension, the necessity of my actions. I do as I am told and in turn am taken care of.
» Posted By dan On 11.20.2011 @ 4:45 pm
A flare doesn’t last but an instant, but it’s momentarily brilliant. Pay no mind to the corporeal temporality.
» Posted By dan On 11.19.2011 @ 3:18 pm
A flare doesn’t last but an instant, but it’s momentarily brilliant. Pay no mind to the corporal temporality.
» Posted By dan On 11.19.2011 @ 3:14 pm
I hear the familiar scrape as my feet shuffle across the floor. I’ve been pacing, pacing, pacing for hours now, waiting for the verdict. Bail is set at $50,000. It seems unlikely I’ll be able to walk free anytime soon.
» Posted By dan On 11.18.2011 @ 2:39 pm
My mom used to play solitaire, but she was lonely then.
» Posted By dan On 11.18.2011 @ 12:23 am
Two hearts beating in unison. Their primal rush is a mighty thudding in the ears of a savage. His blood lust will soon be satisfied, and he will sleep soundly.
» Posted By dan On 11.16.2011 @ 1:44 pm
To the left of the bookshelf was the window. A venus fly trap sat on the windowsill, lonely, waiting for its next meal to land.
» Posted By dan On 11.15.2011 @ 9:16 pm
An orchestra in my mind defeats the stillness of an empty room. I imagine the sound of the violins pressing against the mighty brass section and the tension in creates. It fills me with anticipation that will undoubtedly go unfulfilled by anything except boredom.
» Posted By dan On 11.15.2011 @ 8:10 am
To see me in the abstract is to see me in two dimensions. To think you know me is to only see half of me, to have the audacity to believe me is to see too much of yourself in what I project.
» Posted By dan On 11.13.2011 @ 11:04 pm
Her eyes were icicles more violent than tricycles
Ridden by demons that couldn’t stop screamin’
She told me to stop talking and keep walking
So I did as I was told without feeling so bold
» Posted By dan On 11.12.2011 @ 2:35 pm
Back at the beginning, I couldn’t remember the rest. What I learned I quickly forgot, what I knew I quickly unlearned. Back at the start.
» Posted By dan On 11.11.2011 @ 6:14 pm
I can never positively be sure about anything. Philosophy tells me not to trust my own senses, and so I can only be sure I can trust, nobody, nothing, at any time. Great, that’s reassuring.
» Posted By dan On 11.11.2011 @ 10:26 am
I can, I have infinite power, I am capable of all things, I have no doubt
» Posted By Dan On 11.11.2011 @ 6:12 am
My prints were on the baseball bat. They implicate me in the murder. I was so confident that I’d obscured all evidence, but something this trivial could put me in prison.
» Posted By dan On 11.09.2011 @ 7:24 pm
I invented a puppy warmer for my dog. I thought it was brilliant, so I sought out a patent to immortalize my invention. Unfortunately, the patent office saw it for the piece of shit that it was and refused me the glory of owning the only intellectual property that I’m smart enough to dream up. Ohh well.
» Posted By dan On 11.09.2011 @ 6:12 am
Lay me down in the hot summer sun
Anyway, its the least you could’ve done
And in the autumn when the leaves begin to fall
You’ll start to realize I’m not so bad after all
» Posted By dan On 11.08.2011 @ 5:27 am
It seems to me to be a word about someone who needs to alarm someone. I haven’t heard of this word before and that’s the only thing I could think of. It seems kind of clever. It makes me think about Paul Revere when he warned the citizens that the British were coming during the American Revolutionary War.
» Posted By Dan On 11.07.2011 @ 12:29 am
I’m an alarmist on a sunny day. I stay indoors because I’m afraid of skin cancer. I warn my friends incessantly about the statistical dangers of riding in a car. I’m afraid to live my life because I’m afraid to lose my life.
» Posted By dan On 11.06.2011 @ 11:17 am
In the downpour I can’t feel the rain. It isn’t until I’m safe inside that I realize I’m wet. I make pour a glass of coffee, light a cigarette, and try to forget about it.
» Posted By dan On 11.04.2011 @ 7:06 pm
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I couldn’t open my locker. I’d forgotten the combination. 36-34-05? 43-36-16? Shit.
» Posted By dan On 11.03.2011 @ 8:47 pm