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humour is what makes everything okay at the end of the day ;)
» Posted By izzy On 04.01.2010 @ 4:08 pm
koala panda bear jungle plant lucky pretty art sturdy stalky food
» Posted By izzy On 01.11.2010 @ 6:48 pm
Folded up dead bodies line the streets of San Francisco. What a lovely afternoon.
» Posted By Izzy On 11.30.2009 @ 2:03 pm
running to the hut, straw cap like a little sun visor, keeping away the rays but not the heat. Or does it? I’m not sure, I’ve never been in one. At least not a beach hut. Beach huts look like so much fun! I would love to spend the night in a beach hut.
» Posted By Izzy On 12.18.2009 @ 5:54 pm
bush used to mispronounce this terribly.
» Posted By izzy On 03.13.2010 @ 12:38 pm
keychains help me keep track of the location of my keys at (almost) all times. they connect the different branches of my life – my car, my house, my work, where I’ve been on vacation in the past year or so… into one place
» Posted By izzy On 03.16.2010 @ 11:35 am
storage? really? i mean i always see those Westies storage buildings – who makes the mascot of a giant concrete building a small purse dog? that doesn’t really scream “secure” to me…great marketing guys.
» Posted By Izzy On 01.27.2010 @ 8:42 pm
it would be terrible to be mute, wouldn’t it? i mean not as a choice – but as a restriction. my words and my communication with other people mean so much to me…silence? it’s in my vocabulary, but i wish it weren’t. mute…mute…
» Posted By izzy On 01.27.2010 @ 2:40 pm
The word export reminds me of passports, post offices, faxes, letters. Probably because it has the word ‘port’ in it. Aside from that I don’t really know what to say. It’s not exactly a powerful word, is it?
» Posted By Izzy On 01.22.2010 @ 9:21 am
the veins in his neck and along his temple throb. they pulse rhythmically, emphasizing his every word. i stare at them, as if i can see the blood flowing freely through his body. he notices i am no longer listening,
» Posted By izzy On 03.19.2010 @ 2:30 pm
the runway stretched out in front of the plane, tarmac welcoming the wheels to touch and lift off, fly away into the sky. I wriggle in my seat, avoiding thoughts of what was behind, what I was leaving on the ground.
» Posted By izzy On 03.25.2010 @ 7:14 pm
“the cave is just beyond the rocks – follow the sand”
i follow his word and the map, making my way precariously down the steep drop, the beach far below me, waves taunting
» Posted By izzy On 03.27.2010 @ 11:25 am
september 11th 2001. my love life. suicide. dead children. people that are lonley forever. death. cancer. hurricaine katrina. tsunamis. the war in iraq
» Posted By izzy On 03.28.2010 @ 1:49 pm
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childhood joy, dream inspirer, time waster, wanted, hated, broken over used loved can’t live without forgotten, memory,
» Posted By izzy On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am