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It’s polite to say please it’s polite to say thanks,
But what do you know of Chivalry,
It’s not just please or thanks
Chivalry is important too you see.
» Posted By Nikki On 08.10.2012 @ 2:38 am
I was walking down the busy downtown streets, when I was stopped by a small child of five. I bend down and ask “wad up little man?” He simply responds “why is your hair green?” I open my mouth to respond when out of no where a frantic looking women yanks the child behind her and says “Billy mind your manners” she then turns to me with a horror struck look on her face and apologizes frantically. I calmly say ” let the child be a child he didn’t offend me I have frickin green hair what do you expect him to do. Your crushing his growth.” Moms need to relax about this manners business.
» Posted By Nikki On 08.09.2012 @ 8:03 pm
I already id this but ok.
Substance is what everything physical is made up of. It is also what is the name for somethings used in a lab.
» Posted By nikki On 08.09.2012 @ 11:09 am
substance is something consisting of physical matter. substance is something you can touch. substance can also be something chemical, like something you would use in science.
» Posted By nikki On 08.09.2012 @ 11:07 am
Affects mulitple things,
anything and everything.
the human being.
» Posted By Nikki On 08.08.2012 @ 1:54 pm
every day technology assaults our peace of mind- shattering our calmness with stressful calls to attention, pings and beeps
» Posted By Nikki On 08.07.2012 @ 9:33 pm
the wound was gushing uncontrollably. The puncture was to deep. I put pressure on it but it isn’t doing anything to help.
» Posted By Nikki On 08.06.2012 @ 2:00 pm
I double dog dare you. The taunting words of youth. How much fun and trouble they lead to. Most importantly the memories with life lessons attached.
» Posted By Nikki On 08.05.2012 @ 8:26 pm
I lost my favorite shoes in my drukin stopper last night. Damn it. I don’t even know how this happened
» Posted By Nikki On 07.30.2012 @ 3:40 pm
I propped my self on one elbow to look at his beauty. I stare and take it all in. He is asleep so peaceful and calm. His caramel skin shimmering from the after sweat of what we just experienced.
» Posted By Nikki On 07.27.2012 @ 4:29 pm
Today I made a statement. I told my dad that I was a stripper and have been for a year. He didn’t take it very well. I don’t think he’ll talk to me for a while. But it doesn’t matter, because I have money, right?
» Posted By Nikki On 07.27.2012 @ 7:14 am
A major impact. This can be good or bad. Hopefully for most, it’s good though. Think fashion. :b Orrrr, a speach. Whatever works for you.
» Posted By Nikki On 07.26.2012 @ 11:04 pm
They did it to them selves. I will win this case just by that statement they just made. They took my guilty and made him innocent. By that simple statement.
» Posted By Nikki On 07.26.2012 @ 6:02 pm
The top of the cake that she jumped out of making the jazz come to life. When she was lifted out of the cake revealing her shimmering dress. dripping with icing looking so yummy like a fruity fizzy drink.
» Posted By Nikki On 07.23.2012 @ 10:31 am
That was when she had. Sitting on a bar stool in a red dress to her thigh, licking the icing off her finger.
» Posted By Nikki On 07.22.2012 @ 3:22 pm
cupcakes make me think i my boyfriend we eat them and make them all the time is one of our favorite things to do togethr i absolutrly love him so much and i cant wait ti see him again its been way too long only about one omothe left thoush i am so i happy ilove him sp much ahhhh i love him.
» Posted By nikki On 07.22.2012 @ 1:11 pm
i am always given instructions. you give me instructions and you are controlling. it may be to protect me but i can try to protect you too. i wish life came with an instruction manual because whereas some days i feel like i know what i’m doing, the majority of the time i feel very lost and unsure. am i doing this right?
» Posted By nikki On 07.22.2012 @ 12:51 am
You were always instructing me. Telling me “go here”, “look this way”. But I grew tired of the rules, limits. So I wrote my own instructions, and put them in a manual. And gave it to you.
» Posted By NIKKI On 07.21.2012 @ 9:03 pm
Instructions are a little bit that people write to describe how they want a certain thing done or how they intended for something to be carried out. They can be very helpful. Many people refuse to read or use instructions because, for reasons of self-affirmation, they like to prove to themselves and others that they are capable of doing whatever it is on their own. This is silly and they usually end up fucking things up and having to ask for help.
» Posted By Nikki On 07.21.2012 @ 12:25 pm
my neighbors in the shooting thank god no one i know was hurt how could you do that , those poor children and familys and kids all out to just have a good time , hurt , by someone elses pain , don’t you see , self inflicting pain is selfish , it hurts , not only you , but everyone else.
» Posted By nikki On 07.20.2012 @ 10:31 pm
There were twenty men lined up along the white wall. Ashley looked at all of them closely, with watching eyes. They stood proud as can be, all criminals, showing no shame for their crimes. She pinpointed one man at the end of the line, tall, dark hair, staring directly into her eyes through the one way glass.
» Posted By Nikki On 07.20.2012 @ 8:37 pm
I never thought I would be the one on this side. The side of not knowing who is looking at you. In the cold feeling lost and out of control. How did I wind up here? In my very own work place? I am on the force! I should know better. Damn it all.
» Posted By Nikki On 07.20.2012 @ 8:11 pm
Down the slimy ally way in the heart of the city, danger lurks unknowingly to the journalist. Journalist, waiting for hours outside of the suspected drug tunnel entrance, waiting to get her bust. She knows this will make it she will become the best journalist on the strip if she wrote this story. As she waits eagerly, there are eyes stalking her. He breaths her scents and watches her every move. He calls the others, thinking where the hell are the idiots they need to be here or our one chance of stopping her will be ruined. He can not wait any longer. He pounces with a mighty leap.
» Posted By Nikki On 07.20.2012 @ 7:59 pm
there once was a boat. ironically it was called the sonar. you know like the sonar detector things. it was a pretty awesome boat. a princess lived on there and she ate oreos all day. she was a pretty awesome princess. but the world could never see her.
» Posted By Nikki On 07.17.2012 @ 5:04 pm
crew makes me think of ships. boats and sailors. or construction workers. but mostly ships. I want to go out of a boat. Ive never been a crew member though, Ive never had a job. I should probably get a job… i told Dillon that id take him out on my grandparents boat but i never got around to it. poor dillon. he should be a crew member too.
» Posted By nikki On 07.15.2012 @ 1:13 pm
she walked onto the plane, quickly finding her seat and stowing her carry on into the overhead compartment. she had been waiting for this for ages. taking her seat, it was only a matter of time before the pilot came over the intercom and the planes turbines roared into life.
» Posted By Nikki On 07.10.2012 @ 9:10 am
travelling alone by the country side , a lonely railroad i passed by.. that lead into a tunnel beautiful, with an anbandoned look about it.. a tunnel of love i thought.. abandoned and awaiting.. for someone to tread its path..i walked in knowing completely well, a magikal story awaited its unfolding, its retelling.
» Posted By nikki On 07.04.2012 @ 1:30 am
I’ve observed the railroad many times and it is in my daily routine to go there. I have become knowledgeable of the times it comes by my town. I would simply sit no more than a foot away from the tracks and wait as the train (Always on schedule) zipped past my face. And I cry, I cry because no one has ever gotten closer to me then that roaring machine that can kill me in an instant.
» Posted By Nikki On 07.03.2012 @ 8:48 pm
I read past the flashing lights and stood in the center of the tracks. I closed my eyes so that on top of my eyes were my eye lids and on top of my eye lids was perspiration coming from the shear fear in the core of my body.
» Posted By Nikki On 07.03.2012 @ 8:31 pm
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We ran slowly, as if in a trance, our hearts beating and hair flowing in the August wind. I grabbed his hand and kept going, laughing and smiling, wondering if this feeling could last forever. I wanted to keep this motion consistent… in my heart, head and lungs- pounding away. He grasped my hand harder and we continued across the fields, our hearts beating in unison.
» Posted By nikki On 07.01.2012 @ 4:35 pm