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the urge to tell the truth about why everything around this place is so pins and needles
» Posted By leigh On 09.19.2009 @ 7:45 pm
she couldn’t resist. everything she thought about, everything she did, it would somehow always come back to him and that one day. she resisted his words, she fought his thoughts, but she could not resist him at night. at night he would invade her thoughts and she swore that her soul was not her own, that he was taking over her. she resisted until she could not resist
» Posted By leigh On 09.19.2009 @ 7:30 pm
» Posted By leigh On 08.06.2009 @ 10:28 pm
Sometimes it’s humid out. I see sweaty old men wearing wife beaters that stick to their large, harry man-boobs and I want to vomit but don’t. I don’t understand the meaning of wife beaters. Do men put on wife beaters to specifically beat their wives? Can you only beat your wife if you are wearing a wife beater? This really has nothing to do with humidity. Woops.
» Posted By Leigh On 08.03.2009 @ 5:37 pm
round mass orbiting in space typically around a star
i wish i could drive by venus or even better saturn. all big
i used to watch sailor moon as a child
i flunked my astronomy class
» Posted By leigh On 08.02.2009 @ 7:39 pm
my ex best friend
the way i used to think about my sister
the glass half full
my bath tub
some kind of grouping of fish no wait that’s a shoal
some fish swim in the shallow parts of a body of water
i dont like sharks
» Posted By Leigh On 07.29.2009 @ 6:26 pm
my mom has completely pardoned my sister’s boyfriend for smoking weed on a regular basis.
» Posted By leigh On 06.26.2008 @ 10:16 am
Grace is my little sister Melanie’s middle name. Though she seems to – at times – be physically devoid of it, she has it in spades socially. She is the one person I can truly let all the way in my boundaries and it is because she has a social grace that makes any conversation an easy one.
» Posted By leigh On 06.25.2008 @ 10:48 am
when he steals her away, all he worries about are the legal repercussions. people will be looking for her (the family in particular) when they finally find her parents dumped in the ditch, and he panics at the thought of losing her– losing the last living remnant of her mother.
she shifts on the sheets of the hotel bed, squirming and whining for a moment before drifting off again. the only consolation offered to him is, considering her age, it’ll be easier to hide her identity until he forges her papers.
» Posted By leigh On 01.03.2010 @ 2:39 pm
I shift around. Often. Trying to find comfort, and belonging. I shift, shake, pace, race, RUN.
I realize that my comfort and sense of belong is found when I am completely… STILL.
» Posted By Leigh On 01.02.2010 @ 4:50 pm
the first time it happens, his super strength has only just begun to emerge. even to this day, though, the snap and crack of bone when he clasps his boss’ hand is still fresh in his mind.
» Posted By leigh On 12.28.2009 @ 7:27 pm
I thought this would give me another word when I finished, but I was mistaken so I decided to do it again. Off topic again! DAMN!
» Posted By Leigh On 11.30.2009 @ 3:32 pm
You fold clothes, paper, laundry which is the same thing as clothes. I have a headache and this is helping me not to think about it. I am going off topic, unfortunately.
» Posted By Leigh On 11.30.2009 @ 3:30 pm
i feel so transparent i don’t understand why nobody sees me only through me. nobody gets me anymore. i am transparent. this is the life i live.
» Posted By leigh On 11.29.2009 @ 10:18 pm
i feel so transparent i don’t understand why nobody sees me only through me
» Posted By leigh On 11.29.2009 @ 10:17 pm
cozy warm and fuzzy, shuffle down the hall with my warm robe in the morning light with coffee in my hand
» Posted By leigh On 11.27.2009 @ 4:42 pm
My life is overflowing with love and children and children’s toys. I am always tripping over love and toys as I walk through the living room.
» Posted By Leigh On 11.21.2009 @ 7:33 pm
although barely any heed is paid to him, johnny likes to think of himself as a fairly efficient vigilante. therefore, when he tracks down the good doctor’s i.p. address to a nearby tenement building, he isn’t surprised when he sees a rather familiar blond marching about behind tattered white blinds.
» Posted By leigh On 12.27.2009 @ 11:46 am
he loves her fingerless gloves, loves being able to watch nimble fingers twitch and wrap around his; so when she, one day, arrives in mittens, he can’t help but be a little disappointed.
» Posted By leigh On 12.25.2009 @ 2:40 pm
blood trickles down from the branches of the trees, open mouthed corpses hanging and tied up at all different angles. the snow below them stains, absorbs the droplets, and, red on white, she sees soy sauce and tofu.
» Posted By leigh On 01.24.2010 @ 12:35 pm
She takes the pills from his hand. His bagged eyes and weakened body crumble in the exhaustion and desperation. He know he is getting stronger though. Every time he resists, every time she takes them away… he is becoming himself once again.
» Posted By Leigh On 01.23.2010 @ 6:54 pm
I exported materials to china. Just kidding. They exported materials to US. Thats why everything says “made in china”. My boots are “made in romania”. I found that odd. Romania reminds me of Macedonia. I’m Macedonian. Oh export? Yes, that.
» Posted By Leigh On 01.22.2010 @ 10:43 pm
There are many options in the world, but I am never quite sure which one to take. If I take one choice, I close off all the other options available to me forever. If I take the other, it is the same. This makes me terribly indecisive… and yet who would want to give up the options that we have available to us?
» Posted By Leigh On 01.21.2010 @ 3:01 pm
swollen stomach, a sustained pause, this world continues, little one, little foot, more life, but does that mean more love? maybe I’ll take pause.
» Posted By Leigh On 10.13.2009 @ 11:53 am
Her voice was smug and sharp like glass as it rang out over the intercom. His name only just barely caught his attention (sometimes, contrary to what most people believed, he really did sleep) in the half-daze he found himself in, but the rest of the message shot jolts of adrenaline, shock, anger through his veins.
“Wonder if she thought of you,” she said. The smirk was evident even over the speakers. “I’m betting she had some time; it can take forever to bleed out.”
» Posted By leigh On 03.27.2010 @ 6:29 pm
captain cook has traumatized me form the thought of hooks. good think hooks are not used in my daily life. son of a bitch.
» Posted By leigh On 02.21.2010 @ 9:19 am
Back To Stats Page
I don’t deal with it well.
I’d rather just not talk about it.
Before it happens again.
I loose, I lost.
I never want to vocalize the sweet tune of my loss.
» Posted By leigh On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am