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one time i fell off my bicicle and DANG. It hurt. Blood everywhere. I ran inside, which to a tidy parent is like the 11th plague. Johnson and Johnson were also there. They gave me multiple bandages.
» Posted By Kevin On 07.13.2012 @ 6:54 am
The are like tape for your wounds. They go nowhere, always steady. They are your helper when you need to heal. They are the wraps to a fall, and a new start.
» Posted By Kevin On 07.12.2012 @ 8:36 pm
I like giving suggestions, as a way of helping others. Sometimes, I don’t like getting suggestions, especially when my mind is made up about something. I’ve decided to do something–and I want to do it. I don’t want anyone giving me their ideas in an attempt to change my mind.
I suppose it depends on who it is coming from.
» Posted By Kevin On 07.10.2012 @ 1:10 pm
it spins. Often creating power. We have gas turbines here at my school, University of Maryland, which provide half the power to the campus. This was especially interesting because of recent blackouts in the DC metro area seemed not to have even affected the university.
» Posted By Kevin On 07.09.2012 @ 3:42 pm
the western land looked dry. no more water for crops, no more pesticides. everything was gone, after the bomb fell he thought he would be one of the lucky ones to survive. now he only thinks that he’s cursed by his survival.
» Posted By Kevin On 07.07.2012 @ 2:08 pm
i can’t think clearly… the project is due tomorrow and i still haven’t mustered the strength to finish. my hands are trembling and the wires are beginning to look strange to me. i don’t know how much longer i have, minutes… seconds? maybe it won’t work maybe ill (!BOOM!)
» Posted By Kevin On 07.05.2012 @ 3:57 pm
Sometimes I go down to the railroads. Maybe I slap a cool penny right down on the tracks. I watch it flatten in like it’s nothing. What if that was me? Would I be flattened? What would it be like? Hopefully, I’m never in the place to find out.
» Posted By Kevin On 07.03.2012 @ 2:43 pm
You can’t harness the will of fate. You can fight it, rebel, you can fight God and all His angels, you can even control your own little perception, but you can’t harness the essence of power in your hands, no matter what you think. You can’t harness some things. You never will.
» Posted By Kevin On 07.02.2012 @ 2:40 pm
I get chills every time I read the word chills. That’s a lie. Why did I just lie? This is giving me chills. Chills. Chills. Chills. Chills. Chills. Don’t. Think. Just. Write. About. Chills. It’s kind of cold in this room…
» Posted By Kevin On 06.30.2012 @ 5:04 pm
Saturday is my favorite day of the week. I don’t know if that’s true, it just sounded like an easy opener. I usually have a good time on Saturday. Usually. Some Saturdays drag on for too long whenever I have nothing to do. Some Saturdays I am overloaded with unnecessary workloads. Saturdays are generally pretty swell.
» Posted By Kevin On 06.29.2012 @ 11:42 am
Configuration is the next step that blinks from the computer screen. The office atmosphere heaves with normalcy. A hypnotic sound that is not annoying or even distracting.
» Posted By Kevin On 06.28.2012 @ 12:32 am
There are three persons that are one and one persons that are three. If you understand this you are smarter than me. But let’s define smart. Is it really rational at all? Because inherent contradiction seems to put a kabash on it all. So I will just be stupid then and think one is one and three is three. Too many persons in one make a mess of me.
» Posted By Kevin On 06.20.2012 @ 12:53 pm
the pits of the soul hold the heaviest fits of regret and upturned unleash all that the mind had failed to forget.
» Posted By Kevin On 06.19.2012 @ 9:15 pm
I have a keen interest in taking on this project. Many believe that it will kill me eventually, many don’t. I do not know, personally, but the prospect of perfection seems more adequately enticing than anything else that could possibly come to mind. Trust me, this will be perfect. You will be perfect. Let me take on this project. Let me take on you. I will mend you. I will bind you. I will eventually destroy you.
» Posted By Kevin On 06.18.2012 @ 1:38 pm
The mayor of the town is the man who is unknown to most but seen by all. He is the man with no power in our eyes but power in our minds. He is the man who failed, is the interum. The man with no future. The man who is lost. The mayor is the head of the lost and follower of
» Posted By Kevin On 06.15.2012 @ 12:31 pm
The time stitched what the mind felt. Searing and sultry was the fluff of intellect switching. One Zero ad nauseum. Bitching.
» Posted By Kevin On 06.11.2012 @ 11:24 pm
There was a large bang from the room next door. Ken sat up from his uncomfortable bed and pressed his ear against the cold wall. It sounded like someone falling… maybe someone was hurt. It wasn’t his place to examine someone else’s misfortunes though, he had enough on his plate. He heard the familiar sound of a guard’s voicebox shouting orders from the same room.
» Posted By Kevin On 06.10.2012 @ 5:57 pm
Jelly bellies swelling hennesy jealousy envelopes me heckles me beckons thee, THEE UNTO SHE UNTO THINE UNDERMINE what is there what is here what is Hellish and Heav’n’ly
» Posted By Kevin On 06.07.2012 @ 9:46 am
THis is a very important word in today’s society. Many things that we once did not even know have become a “necessity” in our modern world. Living without facebook or our mobile phones is a difficult concept, when in actuality food and water are some of the only things we truly need.
» Posted By kevin On 06.03.2012 @ 5:36 am
she was never very good at minding her own business. In high school she was ostracized by her classmates after she wrote a story in the school newspaper about all the kids who smoked dope down by the river after school.
» Posted By kevin On 05.30.2012 @ 9:55 pm
The base was full. Everyone had their spot except me. I walked into the room looking like a lost puppy and was slapped in the face with a bowl full of food. The food was poison and there was a sign above it that read, “This food is poison.”
That just means i couldn’t find a place for myself. I looked for a seat. No where to be found.
“Excuse me is someone sitting there,” i asked.
“Fuck off asshole.”
» Posted By kevin On 05.19.2012 @ 10:17 am
The engine was roaring. I could hear the heat blast out the edges like a teapot. I kept driving. The last thing i wanted to do was to die in the desert. We hadn’t past a car or any living thing in what seemed like decades. Yes decades. Ages is too long for this emotion. All we knew is that we needed a rest stop. Please let us get to a rest stop.
» Posted By kevin On 05.16.2012 @ 5:19 am
This changes everything, she thought to herself, shielding her eyes from the sheen coming off the briliantly polished metal engine. The world would never again know the meaning of words like inefficient, ineffective, slow, laborious. The revolution was here. And she welcomed it.
» Posted By Kevin On 05.15.2012 @ 7:34 pm
Well they wanted to know where i was the night of the murder. They knew i wasn’t home when it happened. But my sister was. SO why me? why did i need an alibi to prove my innocence. Well heres my alibi i was at my track meet and we did not get home until very late.
» Posted By Kevin On 04.30.2012 @ 10:01 am
This is just not a cool word. According to Mrs.Propp it means information about where you were during a court case or something. It helps keep you protected from lawyers so that your not found guilty. If you have a strong alibi then yoou would be okay.
» Posted By Kevin On 04.30.2012 @ 9:56 am
Packed the bags. Off I went.
» Posted By Kevin On 03.22.2012 @ 1:50 pm
Once i was seeking redemption. For all that I had done before, and for those acts I saw myself doing before me. The pursuit of victory had blinded me. Blinded me to what was once important, and was important now.
» Posted By Kevin On 03.20.2012 @ 3:06 am
if all of this is a pattern, are we just shapes, will we ever find meaning, or find that other shape that fits just right, Everything is a pattern until you learn from life, take it and say I wont repeat that mistake again, I’m making a new path for myself.
» Posted By Kevin On 03.15.2012 @ 5:59 pm
bringing back the old making space to fill space a repeater bicycle semiautomatic bike heat to energy back to heat plastic for a nickel
» Posted By Kevin On 03.11.2012 @ 6:10 pm
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A professional is a dude with a suit and a suitcase, am i being stereotypical? lol everyone elses sentances are soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo tiny lol i lyke to type even if iu spell a word wong. <<<<<<<.> lol sorry for my sentances being all goofy!
» Posted By Kevin On 03.05.2012 @ 3:54 pm