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meow is a sound that makes by cat, and it is really tender and comfortable sound.
» Posted By justin On 07.22.2013 @ 7:47 pm
incomplete mean to be unfinished with something. When your incomplete you won’t have the feeling of fulfilment inside. I love that feeling. When you not done it feels bad. Incomplete is just bad in general. Always be complete instead of incomplete. Do you like the feeling of being incomplete? I bet it sucks so always be complete. When kids forget to do their homework they are incomplete.
» Posted By justin On 06.22.2013 @ 5:42 am
Alarm clocks. Oh god how i hate waking up in the morning. Why is it so annoying? Why is everything and everyone so annoying. I find it alarming how I much everyone isn’t depressed. Why am I depressed. What’s different about me than them?
» Posted By Justin On 06.07.2013 @ 10:26 pm
Like broken crystals smashed against a sharp surface. Shattered. I remained there still, as if all hope and joy had left my eyes. Slowly draining from my life.
» Posted By Justin On 05.26.2013 @ 2:36 pm
The shallow lake was casting a beautiful glow on the clouds in the sky above. A haunting kind of orange resonating from the tired sun above; soon to resign into the night, and cast us all into the darkness of night. Yet, in this moment, I was not sad; there was no melancholy in me, only peace.
» Posted By Justin On 05.22.2013 @ 10:33 am
Bronze, gold, silver, untold. You should have been there, this is getting old. Bronze, gold, silver, you know, I’m through, I’m done, not even metal can’t endure this torment.
» Posted By Justin On 03.28.2013 @ 6:16 pm
Oh the calamity this and other things shall bring. A broken string is just a broken string, but can represent many a thing. Oh the calamity that one shall face when meeting all the world’s disgrace.
» Posted By Justin On 03.25.2013 @ 3:27 pm
These boots weren’t made for walking… I’ve seen far too much. 20 years here and there you mock me for my age. I’ve seen the world the good and bad, all of it’s the same. With boots in hand I tread the land and make this bitch my own.
» Posted By Justin On 03.23.2013 @ 5:08 pm
Beware the ones who loved and lost the soul is fragile and the time is precious. How can you trust yourself with the wares of other always forgive, never forget and always be sure to beware.
» Posted By Justin On 03.21.2013 @ 7:09 pm
beware of those who have done you wrong and you havent forgiven that weight will press on you with such intensity air will be a thing of the past. Beware skipping late nights with friends for obligations the that seem more important, those are the memories that you will cherish and look foundly upon in your darkest moment.
» Posted By Justin On 03.21.2013 @ 7:39 am
The boy walked down the school’s main hall. Everywhere you looked, there they were. Signals. Body language, rules on signs, even secret handshakes between friends. The boy kept walking, realizing that he was giving off all the wrong ones; realizing thibgs had to change.
» Posted By Justin On 03.06.2013 @ 10:45 pm
oh medium lamb burger. i shiver at the thought of never having you again. i am a heroin addict on his last dime and bag. you addicting piece of crap. i swear i hate you. but ill take another.
» Posted By Justin On 03.04.2013 @ 6:26 pm
I was sentenced to die at the age of 21. It happened 3 months after my birthday, as I had been tried and convicted of murdering a stranger in a bar. Ironically, the night at that bar was my birthday gift given to me by my older brother.
» Posted By Justin On 03.01.2013 @ 11:11 am
choices are moist but i dont think that i have the right equipment for that. ill keep my gun in my pants just like my daddy told me.
» Posted By Justin On 01.18.2013 @ 3:09 am
I thought, and thought. I really couldn’t get anything through my head though. I’m done; I’m spent. There’s no room left for a dry writer in this world. Soon…
Days later I was looking at the rope in my hands, and it came to me. A story–nay, my story needs to be told.
» Posted By justin On 12.12.2012 @ 9:01 pm
by which method should i go about living out the remainder of this seemingly endless uneventful life? what is the way to live? everyone has their own advice concerning what process, what method i should use.
» Posted By Justin On 12.09.2012 @ 6:23 pm
An object is ultimately anything that is non-sentient. Anything around you that is not sentient is merely an object, no matter how animated it may appear.
» Posted By Justin On 12.03.2012 @ 9:46 am
when one breathes it, it ceases to be. occasionally it will pass by like the last wind of autumns; though somehow less pretentious. slightly nostalgic and self-deprecatory. one time it will go the entire length of seasons.
» Posted By justin On 11.19.2012 @ 10:07 pm
pencil on paper, Lines, Dots, Circles, Rectangles, and Squares.
» Posted By Justin On 11.11.2012 @ 10:24 pm
take my arms as a sacrifice
allow this ritual to be one we repeat
oh, how you welcome me is ever so sweet
I have heard that when you stare up into the sky
it is impossible not to smile
perhaps that is why i am in love with you
» Posted By Justin On 10.14.2012 @ 8:56 pm
There are a hundred ways to love you, and a hundred more to leave you. But of all the hundred ways I can do it, you never cease to amaze me with your beauty, my love. All the world’s a stage, and we are merely players; but below this audience of stars, we two lovers are the main characters. What the fuck.
» Posted By Justin On 09.28.2012 @ 8:54 pm
before buck went to the gas station he grabbed a 6 pack. When he got to the store he got gatorade. Then
» Posted By Justin On 09.25.2012 @ 10:31 am
And their number only grows
Mindless and hungry
» Posted By justin On 09.22.2012 @ 6:22 pm
When you’re blind, you can’t see.
That’s what they told me.
I didn’t want to see.
Seeing is believing, but I don’t believe.
Sight can be deceived.
That’s why I don’t rely on sight.
I never rely on sight.
Blindness. That’s what I need.
My eyes don’t need to see for me to understand.
I don’t need my eyes.
They’re over there.
» Posted By Justin On 09.16.2012 @ 9:54 am
my brain is fried
like the french, and the potato
like the french man who killed his wife
like the man that shut out the world
my brain is fried
because its a hot day
it rambles on senselessly
but its ok
» Posted By justin On 09.14.2012 @ 1:34 pm
Jim Gordon is an asthmatic man. He also shares his name with the Commissioner, Jim Gordon. That Gordon isn’t afflicted with asthma, not like our Jim Gordon. There’re a lot of differences between the two Gordons. For one thing, our Jim Gordon is a British 30-year old man with no wife or kids. Another thing people seem to notice when looking at our Jim Gordon is that this Jim Gordon, unlike the Commissioner, is pretty dead.
» Posted By Justin On 09.14.2012 @ 10:25 am
Two towers in the skyline adjacent to some clouds, touching the sky as I move past ever so quickly. It’s like New York before 2001 except these two towers are all there is to see in the sky. No other features line up the vast expanse of the heavens. As I move farther away from the behemoths, they seem to be looking back at me: bidding me good-bye. So I wave as well. Good-bye, towers. Good-bye, and God speed.
» Posted By Justin On 09.11.2012 @ 9:29 pm
There are plenty of towers in the world, and today was the mourning of two that tragically fell eleven years ago. It was due to terrorist attacks. I personally am slightly afraid of heights so towers are a little scary for me. But, that doesn’t meant he structures aren’t beautiful.
» Posted By Justin On 09.11.2012 @ 2:46 pm
A day-time spa rarely gets the people it should get in this part of town. It’s not a profitable business model, at least not here. It’s just that people don’t really like to go to spas; they prefer the hustle and bustle of city life and can’t really relax. The people who do indulge in day-time spas, however, range from the elderly to horny couples who have too much dignity to rent a motel, and of course, the occasional traveler, a man like yourself; obsessed with spas and how they work.
» Posted By Justin On 09.09.2012 @ 11:36 am
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Flexing is what you do with your muscles, yes? Muscles are made of meat.
You know what else is made of meat? You. Me. Everyone you love. They’re all meat.
Meat rots. Everyone you love is made of meat and they will all rot someday.
So flex those meat-tubes while you can, boy.
» Posted By Justin On 09.08.2012 @ 6:10 am