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» Posted By Ian On 01.15.2011 @ 5:49 pm
What does whim mean? I know whin, is when you say a lot of things, and whimp which means you are not very strong. So I guess a whimp that whines would be a whimmer. Hahaha I am inventing so much words. I hope I can just whim this. If I wanted to whim, I could whim all down, and people would whim back at me. Funny.
» Posted By Ian On 01.15.2011 @ 1:59 am
Summer is the best time of the year. Everyone relaxes, well almost everyone. Yet you can feel the great warmth of the sun beating down on your skin. Rejuvenating you. Burning away any stress. However for 2 months, all you do is sit there. That’s it. It can get very very boring, and lame. But it’s the best season of the year, without a doubt!
» Posted By Ian On 01.14.2011 @ 2:24 am
Waking up under a clear blue sky, lying on the dessert. There I lay, not moving, not doing anything, definitely not on Facebook. Taking the moment in, enjoying the beauty of the moment, fully appreciate my life because I am lying there. Having a wonderful time.
» Posted By Ian On 01.13.2011 @ 12:24 am
I had blotches on my skin. Oh my god, I screamed. Mom help me, I have blotches all over my face. How will I go to school now? My friends will think I am the ugliest monster ever! Mom said, don’t worry about it, try on this new anti blotches cream I got. After I put it on, there were even more blotches, and I cried.
» Posted By Ian On 01.12.2011 @ 3:44 am
I had a ragged t-shirt. I got it when I was seven. One day I was a the playground eating apples, and drinking orange juice when suddenly a big fat ugly monster came up to me and started beating me up. I tried to run away, but with no luck. So instead, I punched him in the nuts and pissed all over him. He got up and made my shirt ragged. What a lovely story.
» Posted By Ian On 01.11.2011 @ 4:08 am
What is there to discover
idk if there is much really important left to discover
but to discover something is truly amazing
i discovered several things lately
it was pretty amazing yet very saddening
you have no idea how it hurt to learn
how my knowledge is growing because of it
but hey why not learn more in life from it
» Posted By Ian On 01.06.2011 @ 9:43 pm
The young lady had tarnished her youth with one night of passion with the love of her life. she could see the tarnishing jewelry all around her neck. she was losing the touch of innocence. Emma was losing her mind and it was just because of one simple love act, but it was everything to her. She was not a naive girl anymore; she was the definition of a woman.
» Posted By Ian On 12.29.2010 @ 10:31 am
I don’t want to change the way we are. But it is inevitable.
Life is transformative. I am transformed. But perhaps we can still love each other in the morning.
To alter our society is a gift, to alter ourselves: a necessity
» Posted By Ian On 12.23.2010 @ 6:38 pm
i have many teeth, most of which i like. Except for Larry. He is a back left molar. He’s always been a bit lazy and all the other teeth complain he’s letting the mouth down all the time. silly Larry.
» Posted By ian On 12.07.2010 @ 1:21 am
From his point of vantage he watched as they were led through the heavy bolted gates into the stark brickwork cabin. As the last ragged member is solemnly ushered inside, the two flanking guards reach either gate and heave against them. As the doors ratchet shut, he imagines the dozens of Unsuitables pressed inside: huddled against one another, forming a collective warmth and odour, and… something….
» Posted By Ian On 11.28.2010 @ 5:14 am
He pulled out his whip. He had been hiding it under his baggy flannel shirt. The villan walked closer to him. “Mr. Jone, do you really intend to use such a barbaric weapon?”
» Posted By Ian On 10.12.2010 @ 9:26 pm
He took off his shirt.
It was a flannel, like all of our clothing. You see, we were a very poor family, and couldn’t
» Posted By Ian On 10.12.2010 @ 9:24 pm
A foggy memory brought upon by something new, which will be the foggy memory in the future. But can I remember the first foggy memory? Is that possible?
» Posted By Ian On 08.10.2010 @ 9:25 am
WHAT. I don’t know that’s so general. You “make” from conception. You make shit in your diapers. In school you make crap drawings that your parents cry over. When you grow up you make children and the cycle continues.
» Posted By Ian On 07.29.2010 @ 10:05 am
what fuels your life? is it coffee or coke? is it nicotine or sex? is it religious or otherwise? oil. if you are reading this, its oil.
» Posted By Ian On 06.28.2010 @ 12:25 am
The tides are swelling back and forth, with longing as if to a long-lost lover of the deep abyss. The tide stands for the swelling of life, and change in movement as we turn ourselves into something else. We are the ocean.
» Posted By Ian On 06.22.2010 @ 12:36 pm
is all around me…the universe is abundant. It flows continually in, around, through everything, all life is
» Posted By Ian On 05.12.2010 @ 10:16 pm
the well is deep, water, well what do you know, i couldve been well the whole time. oh well. so many digressions, thank you for serving your time well. Look Lassie, Timmy fell down the well. Well, you better do something about it. Well won’t just well itself up and cry about it. Well, well well what do we have here.
» Posted By ian On 05.03.2009 @ 6:57 pm
what i dislike most is my inability to be content. Wanting more, changing more, it seems to be a race against happiness. Its almost like in “a doll’s house”, where the bareness of ignorance preserves the happiness of its characters. Well, i want the bareness of contentedness and little ambition to shelter my joy.
» Posted By ian On 04.30.2009 @ 8:25 am
loan.. as in from a bank.. or asking someone to loan it to you… no one says it anymore.. please like no one in this word even asks to borrow something anymore.. they just take it without you knowing.. good people in the world
» Posted By ian On 12.31.2008 @ 8:08 am
Don’t deny yourself. To thine ownself be true then as sure as night follows day you can’t then not be false to any many.
» Posted By Ian On 11.28.2008 @ 1:38 am
I hate the word denial. It seems like it only serves one purpose-failure.
But denial means more than that.
» Posted By ian On 11.27.2008 @ 10:29 pm
it seems nobody really understands how to just give something nowadays, whether as a gift or just something somebody needs. there’s always a catch, an excuse, a last word, or some guarantee of repayment.
» Posted By ian On 12.25.2008 @ 11:56 pm
in the middle was the meat. between fat, chewy pieces of bread. It’s what counts; it’s the heart. It’s over.
» Posted By ian On 01.27.2009 @ 7:27 pm
music love Cat
» Posted By Ian On 01.12.2009 @ 12:22 pm
chessse in the arshole with a monkey nibbling at it is my favorite thing in the world. It reminds me of mr. hands in the basket. Picnic baket mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo one more time…ready mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
» Posted By Ian On 01.12.2009 @ 7:52 am
Hickory dickory dock.
Dock rhymes with cock.
Cock and balls.
Deck the halls.
Hickory dickory dock.
Dock is not Dokken. Dock is not George Lynch.
Dock is dock.
» Posted By Ian On 12.15.2008 @ 11:16 pm
the purse was hanging by her side. A purple purse with a golden gaudy buckle the size of a fist. The purse somehow stood out of the crowd as if a lone cloud in the sky. I don’t know why but i couldn’t help but obssess of what was inside. I needed to know.
» Posted By ian On 04.02.2009 @ 10:44 am
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it is so wonderful to have a gold bracelet as it is so matching to my outfit
» Posted By Ian On 03.31.2009 @ 2:42 am