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Wings. Wings are B
» Posted By Justin On 07.31.2011 @ 12:31 pm
» Posted By Justin On 07.31.2011 @ 12:31 pm
waves of sound in beautiful colors
vibrations and tremolo
band together to form
walls of pressure inside your mind
and distant universes
not to far
but not from here
» Posted By justin On 07.27.2011 @ 3:01 pm
cast your lighting
spill your words
fill my thoughts with insatiability
extinguish my hunger with your lust
take my hand
but leave me be
» Posted By justin On 07.25.2011 @ 11:39 pm
We all have things in us. Things we wanna bury and things we wanna show off. I only have things to bury. I’m a skeleton now as it is. A meatbag in dissarray. In ruins.
» Posted By justin On 07.24.2011 @ 10:39 am
Sometimes I wish
I could remember everything
So the bad could be good
And the sad could be the rad
So the happiest of moments
Engulf me in bliss
Sometimes I wish,
That life, wasn’t like this
» Posted By justin On 07.21.2011 @ 10:02 pm
the man stood in the corner of the room and stared at the lone burning cigarette in the ashtray. He saw the red lipstick on it and knew that she’d been here only moments ago. He’d missed her again. His entire life had been devoted to finding this woman. He’d aged many years, she only a day. It was a lifelong love affair not soon to end. She was carmen sandiego.
» Posted By Justin On 07.17.2011 @ 9:31 am
» Posted By justin On 07.13.2011 @ 5:30 pm
Fuck this overcast. I wish i could gouge her eyes out, and scream in her ear, letting her know that this shadow is creating this demon inside me. Fuck this overcast, it ends too soon, all i want, is for you to suffer.
» Posted By justin On 07.07.2011 @ 12:53 am
Today the cast and I decided to go out for coffee. the cast on my leg was inhibiting me a little too much, so i left early. I cast doubt on everything that was ever taught to me, however today i cast new light on my opinion. Casting call on thursday
» Posted By Justin On 07.06.2011 @ 9:03 pm
when I was sixteen I had a crush on a lady that worked with my friend at te Albertsons grocery store. She was 26, but that didn’t seem to bother either of us. The onoy thing that ever came of it was a heavy makeout session after a night of drinking at a local bar.
» Posted By Justin On 06.28.2011 @ 1:29 pm
History repeats itself only because mankind is stupid enough not to learn from their previous mistakes.
» Posted By justin On 06.24.2011 @ 1:59 am
Tiny little bodies trapped in a giant universe. Suffering, and enslaved to work for a higher authority, all joined together for one cause; death.
» Posted By justin On 06.21.2011 @ 1:26 pm
» Posted By Justin On 06.20.2011 @ 8:35 pm
he got on the train with nothing but a couple of dollars in his back pocket. he had no idea where he was going to go, or where he would end up at all. he rode the train all night until he woke up 600 miles away from home. he got off the train and changed his name. he wasn’t him anymore, but someone new, someone else.
» Posted By Justin On 06.15.2011 @ 11:47 pm
the train is a magical place that whisks you away to far away places while you sit peacefully relaxing and not having anything to do but wait.
» Posted By Justin On 06.15.2011 @ 9:20 pm
my beloved sons my beloved wife my beloved sports my beloved mind my beloved family i hold everything that i love in my heart this is why they are beloved to me.
» Posted By Justin On 06.12.2011 @ 12:25 pm
There are corners everywhere. They’re all over my screen. They’re on my bed. DEAR GOD THEY’RE ON MY PHONE! Now i feel cornered. AND THE MORE CORNERED I FEEL THE CLOSER THEY GET! I’M NOT READY TO DIE! DEATH IS RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER!!!
» Posted By Justin On 06.08.2011 @ 7:13 pm
between 45th and 46th stands a fat hooker a fat hooker with a purpose… to rule the world with her stiletos and rubber underwear.
» Posted By Justin On 06.08.2011 @ 5:48 pm
I had a really cute story to tell you, it was going to involve a bunch of mystical magical creatures. All trapped in a giant castle and I had to fight my way through them, all to save the princess from the evil wizard. But I forgot where I put my sword.
» Posted By Justin On 06.07.2011 @ 2:28 pm
What can you remember? What can I remember? When our memories become faint and distant, the more we try remembering, the quicker we forget. But our memories aren’t gone, they are merely forgotten, and all it takes, is some bud to remember, and you can live in space, and cherish those memories for the rest of your life.
» Posted By justin On 05.30.2011 @ 11:12 am
I love canteens they, keep me hydrated…
» Posted By Justin On 05.27.2011 @ 5:39 am
flame guiding through a dark and moistly smelling hovel, at the shadowed back lies a small door and with a swish of the flame, the key is in the hole
» Posted By Justin On 05.25.2011 @ 10:26 pm
I sat in the booth waiting for the girl that would never come to see me. I loved her so, but she could not ever have known. For she did not truely exist. She was but a fictional character. It is hypocritical of me to fantasize over her as i do because I tell others to “get real” when they do something similar. Everyone knows those obsessive Twilight fangirls and how annoying they are, but I could not help feel the same helpless desire that I despised to see in others.
» Posted By Justin On 05.24.2011 @ 9:19 pm
» Posted By Justin On 05.22.2011 @ 6:10 am
“Curiosity killed that cat” is the old saying. But whats the point of life if you’re living in fear the entire time? Curiosity is a good thing. Forget what they say. Without curiosity there would be no explorers, no scientists, no religion, no drugs, no stories to tell your grandchildren. If anything, curiosity can define your life, and usually, it does.
» Posted By justin On 05.16.2011 @ 4:13 pm
Dreams, memories, and childhood experiences are forgotten, but they are never erased.
» Posted By justin On 05.15.2011 @ 6:12 pm
the stars were glowing. bright. so bright it almost hurt my eyes. then a figure appeared out of the starlite sky and it was jesus. he said justin, come with me. we shall return to the holy land. i was hesitant at first but it was jesus. you can’t say no to jesus.
» Posted By justin On 05.12.2011 @ 2:59 pm
He was obsolete. The asphalt streets were cold, the cardboard above his head rank with the earthy smell of rain. The tattered rags clung to his sores and wounds. He didn’t have a home. With a jolt, he realized he never really did.
» Posted By Justin On 04.12.2011 @ 4:41 pm
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The bookshelf was long. It wasn’t laden with books, despite its name. Instead, it held an assortment of trinkets from every corner of the globe. Here, there was a glass from the British Isles, made especially for scotch whiskey. On the opposing end was a shell from Oceania, its sparkling curve radiant in the sunlight.
» Posted By Justin On 04.11.2011 @ 4:04 pm