Comments Posted By Myona
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A pause button would make life kind of meaningless, wouldn’t it?
» Posted By Myona On 07.24.2009 @ 11:03 am
‘Run. Run. Run. Stop. She broke with a paws.’
No. Pause. Not paws. She is a refugee, not a puppy.
I need coffee.
» Posted By Myona On 07.23.2009 @ 4:25 pm
» Posted By Myona On 07.22.2009 @ 4:49 pm
There’s nothing so painful as growing.
» Posted By Myona On 07.21.2009 @ 10:21 pm
Angels don’t tell you not to give up.
They do not stand in golden-light symphonies with Cottonelle wings to wish you hope.
Instead they drag you. Like zombies:
“join us, if you will”
» Posted By Myona On 07.20.2009 @ 10:59 pm
The new haunted house on the hill
Not for sale
Houses a spirit.
It likes maraschino cherries.
» Posted By Myona On 07.17.2009 @ 9:15 pm
I loathed everything about her, her swirly perfect hair, the way her eyes seemed to flutter as she blinked. But most of all, I hated her name, the name that I was supposed to have.
» Posted By Myona On 07.15.2009 @ 7:01 pm
Put on that sunscreen.
You don’t need SP Rays.
You need SPF.
A whisper through my ear.
‘SP stands for sun protection. There’s no such thing as an SP Ray.’
Shut up. I’m right. You’re wrong.
» Posted By Myona On 07.14.2009 @ 1:10 pm
I knew a drummer once who must’ve played thousands of beats in his lifetime.
I wonder which one was his heartbeat.
» Posted By Myona On 07.11.2009 @ 11:18 pm
She strolled among the village bookshop, glaring intensely at the vintage Charles Dicken classics. If only if it weren’t so reminiscient of her tortured childhood. She longer to touch them, to break them, in case they would somehow fulfill her own cracked past.
She, before this day of December 2002, had never read a single book in her life.
» Posted By Myona On 08.16.2008 @ 3:39 pm
Good Humor: saturated fat.
Mother’s Cookies: added colors.
Fruit juice: sugar.
Cake mix: trans fat.
Let’s all stop eating
» Posted By Myona On 04.01.2010 @ 3:16 pm
I sit here staring for about ten seconds before the Crimean War pops into my mind.
Are all wars crimes?
» Posted By Myona On 09.30.2009 @ 7:51 pm
I want to dive in somewhere, but I do not know where. The ocean is too wide, its edges too white and threatening, too rough with its seafoam waves.
I think I will simply stay within the mists.
» Posted By Myona On 09.29.2009 @ 5:04 pm
Mastriyosha dolls would make for a proper metaphor of the human mind.
Layer after layer, not sure where reality rests, revealing a new one each time,
slowly slaying the last.
» Posted By Myona On 09.28.2009 @ 7:42 pm
Anyway, so I’m in Paris and I’m watching the great structure in front of the Louvre. Not that I can’t afford to go inside or anything, I’m just too bored.
I’m in Paris without my sister and I don’t know France, but I know languages that anyone can speak.
I take out my camera and snap a picture of the structure. Scrapbook, page 1.
» Posted By Myona On 02.01.2010 @ 4:09 pm
Major export of a teenage life: destruction
Major import of a teenage life: experience
Everyone gets a Pandora’s box.
» Posted By Myona On 01.22.2010 @ 9:38 pm
I was picked up,
a lazy morning whiskers twitching
oh no, you had no right to.
I’m pouring obscenities from my mouth and raging to these hands
but all they hear is meow meow meow
» Posted By Myona On 01.18.2010 @ 9:03 pm
I almost was.
You almost were.
It almost passed,
they almost left;
[[what could’ve been]] – the leon trotskies of life
» Posted By Myona On 10.14.2009 @ 4:54 pm
There is no way to casually use a sentence with the word ‘pregnant’ in it and not make it awkward.
That being said…what if humans laid eggs?
» Posted By Myona On 10.13.2009 @ 6:23 pm
Well, it explodes, doesn’t it?
» Posted By Myona On 10.12.2009 @ 4:02 pm
It annoys me to no end when people wag their fingers at others. Actually, people are annoying anyway.
» Posted By Myona On 10.10.2009 @ 4:09 pm
Warm chewy cookies.
Warm chewy chocolate cookies.
Warm chewy chocolate chip cookies.
Next example of metonymy, please.
» Posted By Myona On 10.09.2009 @ 5:28 pm
I’m thinking about my aunt’s old orchard, even if that’s not the right word. I was young. The trees were not. Avocado was probably the fruit of my childhood.
Anyway, what was I saying? Oh yeah, orchids
» Posted By Myona On 10.07.2009 @ 6:15 pm
I think the best human recorders–those whose memories weigh the heaviest–are the most depressed of people. Forgetfulness is a subconscious defense.
» Posted By Myona On 10.06.2009 @ 4:05 pm
My math teacher, many years ago, used to show us this video of an alien singing ‘I Will Survive’ before promptly being squished with a disco ball. I’m sure she was trying to send us subliminal messages about the treading-water perseverance complex of advanced math students.
» Posted By Myona On 10.05.2009 @ 4:51 pm
I read a poem by Stephen Maria Crane once about a man who chased the sunset.
I’ve read poems about finding the meaning of life
and poems about defining what love is
What bothers me most of all is that no one’s ever succeeded.
» Posted By Myona On 10.04.2009 @ 2:42 pm
I think ‘apron’ and I can’t stop smelling Starbucks now.
Thanks a lot, oneword.
» Posted By Myona On 10.04.2009 @ 10:16 am
Everyone has a drunken uncle.
Mine stumbles home at one in the morning, smelling of vomit and cheap cigarettes. And he’s my brother, not my uncle.
And he tells *me* to stop wining.
» Posted By Myona On 10.02.2009 @ 4:27 pm
Shot of Napoleon Dynamite.
A Relient K Song,
Napkin kiss stains
And fresh peaches
And magazine ads;
No, I’m not talking about life here
» Posted By Myona On 10.01.2009 @ 3:10 pm
Back To Stats Page
It’s dark save a roll of film reflected in the glare of a camera.
I seat myself on the red futon and await her instructions.
“I’m going to show you a clip that will explain it all.”
“I will only show it once.”
» Posted By Myona On 10.31.2009 @ 3:41 pm