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I was mad and there was a smoky pungent fragrance hovering in the air, mixing with my anger…forming a face, a mischievous one that smelled like sandalwood and musk. A crazy one. Incense that, will ya?
» Posted By ME On 11.08.2009 @ 2:47 pm
» Posted By me On 11.07.2009 @ 9:32 am
I just baked brownies in my oven. My son loves to mix and bake and smell the results of my projects.
» Posted By me On 11.06.2009 @ 7:50 pm
» Posted By me On 11.05.2009 @ 10:07 pm
hold the shield up to protect your soul and heart! but let it down for those that care…
» Posted By me On 11.05.2009 @ 12:35 pm
you are my shield and and my sword…
my shield, yeah? the thing i use instead of my violent sword. the thing that always protects me. i guess i’m taking it as a hint…less violence and harshness and more love in my life.
» Posted By me On 11.05.2009 @ 12:07 pm
away from feelings
» Posted By me On 11.05.2009 @ 11:17 am
A shield for a knight. Shield.
» Posted By me On 11.04.2009 @ 7:12 pm
» Posted By Me On 11.04.2009 @ 1:18 am
» Posted By Me On 11.04.2009 @ 1:18 am
losing one’s self.
» Posted By me On 11.03.2009 @ 5:27 pm
I’m almost certain he’s dead. Almost 100% certain. He took a pretty hard fall into the coffee table. He’s not getting up. Better call the cops. Better sort this mess out. It’s okay to turn my back now. It’s okay to exhale. Just calm down. He’s not getting-
» Posted By me On 11.02.2009 @ 7:47 pm
» Posted By me On 11.02.2009 @ 9:37 am
ok so lame instrument im a pianist singer nd a guitarest banjo is just banjo
» Posted By me On 11.26.2009 @ 1:02 pm
I’ve never exactly craved the spotlight, although when playing my flute i sometimes feel an incredible desire to start playing my own music and ignore the page in front of me. I don’t think this stems from a desire for attention but a craving to create the music in my head.
» Posted By me On 11.24.2009 @ 4:38 pm
I hates stripes they make me think I am a candy candy that just need to get sucked.
» Posted By me On 11.22.2009 @ 2:39 pm
A windmill. Since when does wind have to be milled? What are we doing with this milled wind? Making it into textiles? Making it into tables and chairs? What else do mills do, i have no idea. I’m modern.
» Posted By Me On 11.22.2009 @ 12:08 pm
one word is always that one thing that i can never say, or seem to understand. why can’t they just know what’s going on, and do that one thing to male you feel better? wouldn’t it just be easier to say that one word as you walk out the door instead of having to deal with it later
» Posted By me On 11.22.2009 @ 10:48 am
the water in the cup pours out into the sink.
flows out of the sink and down to the floor
and its cool.. and its clear and clean and the beathroom is a place of fun and excitement. get your rubber duckies everyone.. we are having a race. and i imagine i shouod put the bath on and let that overflow too.. and i drink it up i drink that water up and its delicious. and its sunny and i’m calling my roomie to get me some bubble bath and then we can have a room full odf bublle sand cool water and
» Posted By me On 11.21.2009 @ 3:36 pm
i think that alot of people are really stressed it seems to be that alot of people are overflowing with stress… its really having an affect on the people around us. i wish people were overflowing with happiness
» Posted By ME On 11.21.2009 @ 9:14 am
full of wonder, filling up, overwelmed, saturated, glowing,
» Posted By me On 11.20.2009 @ 9:10 pm
I couldn’t handle it. The noise that filled the air and the people shoving each other, and me. I just wanted to get away, but I couldn’t. All I could do was to go with the flow, become one with them. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to be myself.
» Posted By Me On 11.20.2009 @ 2:36 pm
» Posted By me On 11.20.2009 @ 7:40 am
There is absolution in nothing. The only thing that is for ever is change. Thus what we life in is a world of change where nothing, in fact, is eternal!
» Posted By Me On 11.19.2009 @ 2:54 am
there once was a man who had one eye and three noses. he was very eccentric. he could talk every language even backwards. he was in love.
» Posted By me On 11.18.2009 @ 1:54 am
beautiful tree lined walk country fall colors dirt road loose wire fences
green fields sunny day in the shade clear sky with puffy clouds
» Posted By me On 11.17.2009 @ 3:23 pm
The lane was filled with people. Joachim was one of them and he just couldn’t believe that his drawings had come to life. It was really fun drawing fantasy creatures, dangerous creatures, but it was something completely else when they came alive and started attacking him, not his roleplay characters… Who would have guessed
» Posted By Me On 11.17.2009 @ 8:11 am
lane rhymes with lame….just like this word!
» Posted By Me On 11.16.2009 @ 11:49 am
The flavour was out of the world. One couldn decide if it was the sweet or the ting of robust bitter that was predominant.
» Posted By Me On 12.11.2009 @ 6:27 am
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Every time I dial that number, I hate myself for it. I hate that I can’t resist him, even after all this time. I hate that my fingers know that number by heart. But I love him.
» Posted By me On 12.10.2009 @ 2:33 pm