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gently caressing his skin, the wooly willy warmer was oh so snug, lovingly knitted by his 93 year old grandma.
» Posted By Liam On 02.16.2011 @ 2:47 pm
some are good for you? some are bad for you. i think we could all be rich if we only chose to invest in something more wholesome. pills, pills, pills, give me pills? i want life to do what i want for me.
» Posted By Liam On 02.06.2011 @ 1:42 pm
Family. Even friends. Any people you hold close to you. People you care about. Relatives are extremely important to help keep most people sane. Without these people life would be dreary, dull and monotonous.
» Posted By Liam On 01.27.2011 @ 4:31 am
My eyes flit open. The first thing I notice is the smell, the rotting, musty smell. Then comes the damp feeling. From the stuffy, humid dark around me I conclude that I am in a basement. I walk around, feeling for a wall, blindly. I must get out.
» Posted By Liam On 01.26.2011 @ 12:28 am
“obviously this word isnt going to change. i’ve hit the back botton, ive refresed the page. each time the same result. “obvious” written blatantly across the page, im screwed and again, without anything to write about.
» Posted By Liam On 12.26.2010 @ 1:56 pm
The old west. Adventure. Outlaws. Why do little boys want to be cowboys? Sure adventure can appeal to you I suppose, but I don’t see it. I had a John Wayne themed party as a kid. I guess I fall into the same category as those little boys.
» Posted By Liam On 11.16.2010 @ 11:56 am
There was once a small fox who got his forest nocked down so he had to live in a junkyard.
» Posted By Liam On 11.15.2010 @ 10:18 am
In the den, Martin was relaxing. Just sitting quietly, listening to Beethoven, and relaxing. Little did he know, his relaxation was about to be interrupted.
» Posted By Liam On 09.13.2010 @ 1:15 am
I love it as I got the vase for my birthday from my
» Posted By Liam On 07.20.2010 @ 6:52 pm
gosh such a wonder ful
» Posted By Liam On 07.20.2010 @ 6:49 pm
i hate velvet, the feeling goes through me. nothing in this world thats velvet is ever nice. velvet suits, furniture, and especially lampshades. If they even make such a thing. Im sure they do and it would be truly vile to ever see one.
» Posted By liam On 06.26.2010 @ 1:18 pm
mouse traps, tricking poor little defenceless creatures in powerful metal contraptions…crushing their little heads :(
they don’t stand a chance.
» Posted By liam On 04.26.2010 @ 5:25 am
I can count to potato. Frankly, anyone can. Even the autistic girl found on nearly every online community board.
» Posted By Liam On 04.16.2010 @ 4:23 pm
It’s what you put your drinks on so as not to anger your pompous, idiotic, neurotic and egotistical party hosts. Failure to do so results in the end of friendships. Coasters are evil.
» Posted By Liam On 04.15.2010 @ 6:27 pm
The year I started saying vahse instead of vaze, a man I barely knew nearly accidentally killed me.
» Posted By Liam On 04.14.2010 @ 12:18 pm
curls curls the wonderful style
if nobody likes them then why do we smile
whenever we see
curls hanging free
beneath the blue and indigo sky
quickest. limerick. ever.
» Posted By Liam On 04.12.2010 @ 6:32 pm
i have never has a balcony before. I would like one one day. But not a decorative one, that looks full sized from the street but when you look out the window it is a real let down. Those things are everywhere.
» Posted By Liam On 05.11.2009 @ 11:54 pm
I flung my arms out in front of me. Clumsily of course, my aim could be for gracefulness but try as i might, i am naturally disposed to be clumsy. II spun around on the tips of my toes, dancing with the music in my mind. And as soon as it had begun, it was over. My ankles collided with a solid stone surface and i teetered precariously, my eyes opening to water lying in front of me, soon to be on me as my eminent and wholly unavoidable disaster surged into its epic conclusion. I soon emerged, blinking back dirty fountain water, my hair a sodden mess, and my face a red hue of minor embarrassment. Alone in awkward silence until a blur of high paced, war cry yelling, youth plummeted in next to me, ecstatically splashing until he collapsed into an exhausted heap of wet five year old boy, all grins and laughter.
» Posted By Liam On 01.19.2009 @ 5:08 pm
It was the holy man sitting quietly under the tree that made me take stock of myself. If I can remain as still and peaceful as him for at least 10 minutes I know that I will calm myself down, it will no longer bother me.
» Posted By Liam On 04.08.2010 @ 2:37 pm
So I’m standing in this store and I see a small book in front of me. It’s pages are torn and battered while the front cover barely remains attatched to the rest of the literature’s form. I reach out and pick up the book, but grab the cover isntead, tearing it from its pages.
» Posted By Liam On 09.15.2009 @ 7:03 pm
A lot of people think they have to be wanted in this world. Being wanted is part of human nature to some, a sense of satisfaction is usually something that helps people get on with daily life. As also it can help selfconfidence and help some people get in touch with themselves in other peoples terms.
» Posted By Liam On 09.09.2009 @ 3:27 am
drive fast into the wind nothing stops you flying faster and faster into everything you thought youd be when you were young like in the movies where the hair would blow off gray lines of aging into the forever passing highways you call adolesants
» Posted By Liam On 11.09.2008 @ 8:31 pm
I jumped away from the can dropping it in the process. What was that? I grabbed my fork and prodded the now rejected soup can. It wiggled slightly. Gah!!!Out rolled a tiny mouse who blinked and scurried out of my kitchen with out so much as a by your leave
» Posted By Liam On 10.31.2008 @ 8:46 pm
Flight, all I could think about, was flying so high, across from the birds I always wanted to be. Or flight, in a plane, zooming past those birds, up so high! The weirdist part is, in these dreams, Im afraid of heights…
» Posted By Liam On 10.07.2008 @ 9:45 pm
another thing you didnt have before and wishing it was with you
» Posted By liam On 08.29.2008 @ 8:06 pm
Wanting for a reason to get up in the morning, Denver usually found himself sleeping till noon. In the afternoon a reason is supplied by hunger and other basic bodily functions.
His heartbeat was slow and regular, his bank account dwindling.
His nights were spent at a bar he couldn’t afford, staring at every person who went by.
» Posted By Liam On 08.28.2008 @ 11:06 pm
The mantle held a snowglobe and an ink blotter.
Both had not been touched in years, they sat as silent monuments to the man who had lived in the house years ago. They were dusted every day by those who still lived there, and remembered him.
No one carried on that tradition after the passing of those who lived in the house.
The snowglobe broke. The ink blotter was sold at auction.
» Posted By liam On 08.25.2008 @ 2:12 am
Hidden in the bushes a tiny from sat and watched an even tinier fly. The frog was initially planning on eating the damn thing but then it saw a persons foot wandee by.
It never got a chance to eat anything but flys, it had a long tongue. A nig mouth. A person is big, but everything’s worth a try once.
Maybe it was his day.
» Posted By liam On 08.22.2008 @ 11:45 am
Vintage means, like, “old”. Well, not “old” like “dying” “old” but like, uh, “old but beautiful”. I think that’s what it means.
Some old pictures are vintage. Some old heirlooms are vintage. There are a lot of things that are vintage.
» Posted By Liam On 08.16.2008 @ 5:12 pm
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Wildflower was not happy. You could tell by the way he kept stomping is hooves, and I swear there was something flippant in the way he shook his mane.
Wildflower and I never really got along. Ever since we first got him for my sister I’d tease him and bother him.
Probably why he kicked me in the skull.
» Posted By liam On 09.11.2008 @ 10:43 am