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some thing you would like verry badly like ice cream or other different things o m g i dont know what to type help me please

» Posted By dylan On 08.26.2008 @ 2:57 pm


The level of which the pain he felt was becoming higher and higher. Soon he would pass out from the pain he thought to himself. The knife broke off into his kidneys as this thought passed into his mind, he fell over and cringed in pain. The room smelt of blood and death.

» Posted By Dylan On 08.21.2008 @ 8:00 am


I am proud to be with her. There is definitely no denying that. I would tell everyone if it came down to having to do so. Not only would I tell them, but I would explain the depth of my love, the degree to which I get goosebumps when she touches me and the amount of pain i feel when she feels it too…I cant stand it when shes anything but happy. i would die for her over and over again if it meant we’d be together until that day must come.

» Posted By dylan On 09.16.2008 @ 2:00 pm


There were lights hanging from the tents, blue in color. We stood away from the crouds of hungry masses making their way slowly towards the food table. I turned to Rhiannon and played with her blonde hair. I was not happy. She looked at me with solemn eyes. I couldn’t be happy. Not with this air of fear hanging over the festival.

» Posted By Dylan On 06.06.2008 @ 12:53 pm


The flag is a very interesting item. It can be used to represent a country or group. Some groups are good, like America… but I guess that falls into the country catagory too. Some are bad, I imagine the KKK has a flag. tThat can’t be good. I have to wonder what it looks like though…

» Posted By Dylan On 06.20.2008 @ 12:52 pm


Cranky. Cranky is when I wake up and nothing goes your way. When you get your coffee and stub your toe on the coffee table and the ensuing jolt causes you to spill burning-hot coffee into your newly-gaping wound.

» Posted By Dylan On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am


Don’t be discreet about what you think. There’s nothing you can say that will make people think you’re too much of a fool. If you spend too much time with your own thoughts, worrying about what others will think, then you’re spending too much time with needless ideas.

» Posted By Dylan On 12.30.2009 @ 11:44 pm


cloth can be folded and usually is when put away. Fold a letter for someone, put it in the mail and off it goes.

» Posted By Dylan On 12.01.2009 @ 5:21 pm

shirt, sheep, clothes, laundry, seven time, vagina, flap, double, flip, crease, pants, slacks, blouse, dick, bend,

» Posted By Dylan On 11.30.2009 @ 5:16 pm

shirt, sheep, clothes, laundry, seven time, vagina, flap, double, flip, crease, pants, slacks, blouse, dick, bend,

» Posted By Dylan On 11.30.2009 @ 5:16 pm

Fold. Folding t-shirts, folding paper, folding leaves. Folds in an origami project, folds in a kimono, folds in space and time. To fold: to bow down. Could one fold one’s shirt after folding in a game of cards and having to leave? To fold or not to fold: that is the question.

» Posted By Dylan On 11.30.2009 @ 12:45 pm


I felt transparent in the scene. I sat at the bar, beer within reach and my friend at my side but still I felt invisible, even as he talked to me. I wasn’t there. I was where we last spoke, her and I. I think it was snowing. or raining. One of the two.

» Posted By Dylan On 11.29.2009 @ 7:21 pm


rain is the way the mist comes and goes my mind likens it to a day on the harbor midst the mooring kites of man on the blank screen of a tasteless morning. I have no feed for the stables, I have no need for the flock.

» Posted By Dylan On 09.30.2009 @ 3:42 pm


identity is what we are, its what we claim ourselves to be, you can have more than one but no two are the same no matter how similar there are always major contributing differences

» Posted By Dylan On 11.03.2009 @ 4:15 pm


My parents are separating.

» Posted By Dylan On 11.21.2009 @ 1:07 pm


Enhance, enhance, enhance. Everybody always wants to enhance themselves. I can’t deal with this bullshit anymore. Ginsberg was right. Don’t bother you ignorant prick. I’m tired. I’ll get enhanced when I feel like shooting myself in the face.

» Posted By Dylan On 12.07.2009 @ 9:52 pm


It can sustain music, it can sustain acceleration, it can turn, be pressed, anything. It’s useful, controversial, and seemingly simple. It’s a pedal, so let’s go.

» Posted By Dylan On 12.04.2009 @ 5:10 pm

lightly speaks the sun on our wet hands
we paddle our knees and bathe our friends
in the justice of what seems like matter.

» Posted By Dylan On 12.04.2009 @ 2:10 pm


Her troops were in place, as were mine. They had a spiteful attitude towards me, that much I could tell. I can’t be sure why though. Mine were brought on merely to counter-balance hers. A sort of cold war, if you will. Just replace the threat of nuclear weapons with personal secrets.

» Posted By Dylan On 12.02.2009 @ 8:06 pm


Our letters were always unbalanced in terms of how many were sent. I must have sent her 20, she sent maybe 2. I’d like to believe it’s because I get the impulse to write letter with nothing to really write about. Her life, on the other hand is much more exciting. Maybe because of that, she has no time to write letters.

» Posted By Dylan On 03.04.2010 @ 9:36 am


this is rigged

» Posted By dylan On 03.02.2010 @ 7:06 am


Rain drops softly hit the panes of glass outside the windows. The dark and brewing grey sky is somehow comforting and nostalgic. Cool rain drops of life are what I live for.

» Posted By Dylan On 02.25.2010 @ 6:30 pm


A bizarre occurrence.

» Posted By Dylan On 01.25.2010 @ 5:26 pm


I remember once when I was at my old summer camp an old horse used to trot about the rundown field behind the barn. His name was Thor and he was enormous. He ran like the wind and could jump over anything.

» Posted By Dylan On 10.15.2009 @ 9:14 am

fox, horse,
all along the canyons
breath delights
all across my wintershade
trotting on the bush
with your boots on
tomatoes, plums, divine
roots of winter
summer splinters
bouncing on a wave
headed for the ocean

» Posted By Dylan On 10.14.2009 @ 6:41 pm


an exercise in feeling the thing
in which there is no governing body
except the nature of pity.
fly far out of time, out of existence
to where only ghouls of the past find no voice

» Posted By Dylan On 10.08.2009 @ 7:46 am


writing as fast as their little legs could.
taking time for a quick sip then off to the
cold mountain where it’s time we all had best
gone off.
nothing happened, nothing saved.

» Posted By Dylan On 10.05.2009 @ 6:20 am


knitting fabrics out of juice stained tunic.
I love all these things and more, april showers on the lawn, gathering sweet treats.

» Posted By Dylan On 10.03.2009 @ 2:43 pm


its time for the ball in hell with balm
haitian death treaty wrapped up in vomit
staining the necks of twenty two prisoners
tied together by the veins.

» Posted By Dylan On 10.01.2009 @ 9:41 pm


large wet infection water skin good person

» Posted By Dylan On 03.22.2010 @ 5:19 pm

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