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peace, love, tolerance, respect. all living in harmony.

» Posted By justin On 08.25.2008 @ 6:58 am


Asking is the foundation of solidation.

» Posted By Justin On 08.20.2008 @ 8:48 pm

asking questions. asking why. all the time asking. we ask and ask and ask. but does the universe answer. does anyone answer, ever. when we write we always ask a lot of questions, at least i do, but maybe that’s just when i’m writing in my journal or blog, not writing fiction. anyway, this time i’m not asking. see, no question marks. that means no asking, right. right. that’s it, that’s all there is. just do. there is no try. that would be a question mark, for humor.

» Posted By justin On 08.20.2008 @ 2:29 pm

you keep asking how i feel, why do i feel this way. But then i stop clawing at the inner sanctum of your ears. your blood splatters the walls and the corners of my mouth, and i cackle with laughter as i decree “You will never bother me again!”

» Posted By Justin On 08.18.2008 @ 5:19 pm

and i find myself asking her, will you love me like i’d like you too? how about will you love me like you would like too? there are so many times in life that you will find yourself asking this question that i loses its importance, it just becomes the same old run through.

» Posted By Justin On 08.17.2008 @ 9:35 pm


I associate villages with a close community. We often use the phrase “it takes a village” meaning a number of people with a common purpose of doing something. A village would not be such a bad place to live in my opinion. Well, it depends on which village . . .

» Posted By Justin On 08.15.2008 @ 7:35 am


laurens middle name is cole and its my grandmothers middle name, sometimes my grandmother used to yell at me for no reason wow what a strange thing to write, everybody’s parents do that, coal is something that a you need to mne and dammit im thinking too much this is really hard to do i mean just write about coal

» Posted By justin On 08.13.2008 @ 11:00 pm


maybe, but who can really know for sure. Upon discovering the truth, the kind gentlemen excused himself from the table and swiftly carried away from his company.

» Posted By justin On 09.28.2008 @ 9:57 pm


» Posted By justin On 09.28.2008 @ 12:18 pm


the brick is the most solid form of any of all building mateirals. it is used in comparision to a key person in an operation and is linked to being a good role model. It can be made of many different materials and likewise many different characteristics when it comes to being a personal trait adjctive.

» Posted By Justin On 09.06.2008 @ 6:08 pm


when someone say that I have to wait for the things that I want I don’t know what to think. This delay seems to me completely unneeded, I would much rather go on and strive to achieve what I want than to wait for someone else agenda, I just don’t like to wait for things. I don’t find delays to be fun necessary or anything of the like

» Posted By Justin On 08.31.2008 @ 6:14 pm


satire and sarcasm
they go hand in hand
along with the dry
and the witty
We all know the slapstick
Three Stooges to the curbed enthusiasm

» Posted By justin On 04.01.2010 @ 9:16 pm


I like bamboo because pandas like bamboo. I think pandas like bamboo. When I think of bamboo I think of pandas, whether or not thats even true is beyond me. I think that a bamboo mat would be cool to sit on. But if I had a bamboo mat then a panda would find me and then no one wins. No one wants to get mauled by a panda.

» Posted By Justin On 01.12.2010 @ 3:17 am


flavor is what food taste like, like cheesy, or salty, or citrisy, or bland. stuff like that. my favorite flavor is pizza! yum!

» Posted By justin On 01.08.2010 @ 7:58 am


i think of A BIRDHOUSE AS A HOME FOR BIRD THAT NEEDs FOOD, shelter and to be warn that is all i know about

» Posted By justin On 12.30.2009 @ 9:27 am


Folding will make things smaller and easier to carry. I like folding. I wish we could fold our memories. That would be great really.

» Posted By Justin On 11.30.2009 @ 3:35 pm


keep your feet nice and toasty

» Posted By justin On 11.27.2009 @ 5:56 pm


i was walking back from a party with my friend. we decided to take a dark alley and as we passed by, she dissapeared into the mist. i didnt know what to do. all i could think about was getting the hell outta there. theres no way it could be safe!

» Posted By justin On 09.30.2009 @ 5:26 pm


Sugar is a very interesting thing. It is made up of many molecules that end up tasting scrumpdiddlyumptious on the tip of my tongue. Sugar in many ways, simply makes life better. It is good for getting the grandkids all hopped up and them shipping them home to mommy.

» Posted By Justin On 11.14.2009 @ 4:48 pm


So, tiffany wore this headband to class today. It was a purple and blue one. Purple with blue spots, not blue with purple spots. I thought it was cute, and wanted to tell her so, but she was busy talking to her friends.

That’s all the better, I suppose. I probably would have just stuttered or sprayed spit on her or something.

» Posted By justin On 11.09.2009 @ 11:26 am


There is a burning, slow and warm. It lingers like its aroma that fills the air beyond the reaches of its light. Ash falls and recreates the shape of its source.

» Posted By Justin On 11.08.2009 @ 5:28 pm


frog are very funny creatures. they leap aimlessly from lily pad to lily pad. They care very little for attractive things, in fact they prefer things that are gross and slimy like themselves. The highlight of any frogs day is when he is finally able to catch himself a fly to eat. Flies are like crack cocaine to Frogs.

» Posted By Justin On 11.06.2009 @ 1:51 am


what the fuck? this hick stuff. sure, there can be beauty in it, but we see it now only as an instrument of the south. i’ve heard it used in amazing music, and i’ve heard hillbilly white trash crap come from it. but the music is art, so we should love it regardless, no?

» Posted By Justin On 11.25.2009 @ 6:15 pm


The spotlight shines on me. I stand there, clinging my cold, clammy hands. Sweat drips from my bow. The mic stands in front of me. Hundreds of eyes are on me. I close my eyes, take a deep breath. I open them again. Same people. Why won’t they go away? Why am I here? Why am I so afraid? I close my eyes again. I take a deep breath, opening my mouth. And I sing. I sing a most beautiful song, my lifesong. I exit the stage, not caring for the applause. I sang my song, for the world to hear. In the spotlight.

» Posted By Justin On 11.24.2009 @ 8:51 pm

i think of being on stage for the first time. i may be possibly performing a broadway show or a just performing in front of my friends. oh how i dream of being able to perform. i want to be able to sing and play the guitar to some of my favorite songs. The Places that youve Come to Fear the Most. probably teh first i would play.

» Posted By Justin On 11.24.2009 @ 1:46 pm


stripes are a strange occurrence in the world. sometimes, i it is unclear whether they appear as a pattern of the fur, or the skin, as is raised by various observations concerning animals such as tigers (whose skin is also striped, and are the only striped wild cat), and zebras (of which it is unclear whether they are black with white stripes or white with black stripes).

» Posted By Justin On 11.22.2009 @ 11:17 pm


I used to live on a street called windemere drive. Kinda reminds me of those. And windshield wipers. And turkey. I guess the mind of a six year old isn’t to deep.

» Posted By Justin On 11.21.2009 @ 8:35 pm


The cup is overflowing with water

» Posted By Justin On 11.21.2009 @ 3:58 pm


There is a light that shines from within, the spark of life that illuminates all voids without filling them. Do you have this conflagration within you?

» Posted By Justin On 11.19.2009 @ 12:35 pm


Dial the phone. Someone will answer. If not, voice mail happens and then the fun game of voice mail tag clicks in.

» Posted By Justin On 12.10.2009 @ 8:59 am

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