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Charge? I have no charge. It seems like everyday is made up of endless, tireless tedium. How do I motivate myself to live when life makes it extremely difficult. Everything is empty.
» Posted By Phil On 02.13.2011 @ 12:32 am
There is a fine line between cautiousness and cowardice. I think I’ve crossed that fine line. I always doubt myself. Why do I do that? I know I have the ability to do anything, but for some reason, I don’t trust myself with anything. I could’ve been so great, but my insecurities hinder me from achieving what I should be.
» Posted By Phil On 02.10.2011 @ 7:56 am
My alarm went off at 4:50 this morning. Then again, at 4:55. And once again, at 5:00. I struggled out of bed, took a piss, and slid into my pants, shirt, work overalls, and steel toed boots. I gathered up my wallet, keys, cigarettes, and lighter, and exited my trailer, to take off for the hell I know as “work”.
» Posted By Phil On 02.07.2011 @ 6:55 pm
I don’t know how I became so sad. The truth is people don’t care. The truth is sadness is underestimated. People don’t like to admit that the pain is greater than any joy they can ever feel. Suicide sometimes seems like the only solution to the pain.
» Posted By Phil On 02.05.2011 @ 12:45 am
Write repotts repots. Liek pots, but with leeks in them. I have the sltoe rali . Sltoes are a kind of vegeatable that grow in the Eastern medettierian under pots. In the pots there are sometimes a certain variety of minature cow, approximately 6×4 that mkae miniature milks 1×1. does sarah read my chat logs?
» Posted By Phil On 01.27.2011 @ 3:25 pm
what awkward obstructions of social patterns
why must we be blocked into this nuclear bond?
it constructs blocks from forth we grow
and severs the water from which we flow.
» Posted By Phil On 01.26.2011 @ 8:29 pm
those legs enthralled of hair
have trickled down your backs
and set camp
with stucking web.
Each spider played
upon the unreachable of your back
and revealed each childish shame.
» Posted By Phil On 01.19.2011 @ 7:17 pm
she’s got basil dusting from her eyelids
and she tastes as such;
a recipe unique.
I can imagine
each meat of thigh
marinating in my irises for hours.
» Posted By Phil On 01.18.2011 @ 7:45 pm
today i am drained
of tear ducts and river bends
empty arteries lie
amongst the floor of forgotten homes
there are no precious metals in the veins
» Posted By Phil On 01.17.2011 @ 9:30 am
I poured the grease from the frying pan down the drain and clogged it but I didn’t care because I had moved out by the time the landlord would have noticed it so he had to deal with it, that’ll teach him for screwing me over with the electricity bill and my deposit.
» Posted By Phil On 01.17.2011 @ 4:35 am
The drain gets clogged when Im too lazy to clean the frying pan after a greasy fry. I dont care though because I moved out of the house I lived in and the landlord there was a complete asshole so I like to think I created problems for him as I am a spiteful man.
» Posted By Phil On 01.17.2011 @ 4:04 am
the second volume
a sophomore effort
valiant in second chances.
this new edition you
not the ordinary person that stood here previously.
carry your crosses
before you adorn your crown.
» Posted By Phil On 01.15.2011 @ 1:08 pm
the summer’s sun left everyone sparkling in the late hours
all revealed itself in the lakes amongst us
we swam in celestial focus
to find ourselves cleansed of the sludging sweat
» Posted By Phil On 01.13.2011 @ 10:34 pm
to branded music new
choose the notes
we’ll right our dreams
on lofty parchment
will find its way
in lucid means
» Posted By Phil On 01.12.2011 @ 3:33 pm
notice the fractions lasting eyes pray
the subtle steps of attraction
the smooth songs will wave through
» Posted By Phil On 01.02.2011 @ 10:02 pm
the library of thoughts bounces on aged plaster
we are wise as we are insane
thin lines dont exist in the spaces between each genius
grab a book from my brain
» Posted By Phil On 01.01.2011 @ 9:53 am
forked in directions unseen by the fog of every muddled day.
he steps in the doors of split parents who always had the effect of keeping the weather rainy.
a wandering stare:
an arguement gone unmatched:
» Posted By Phil On 12.31.2010 @ 12:33 am
my image is tarnished vanished. i have no idea why i am misunderstood and just like a disappearing act. My image and all gone through a wall tarnished and varnished I am to all. Everything is undervalued as am I.
» Posted By Phil On 12.28.2010 @ 7:31 pm
charged positivity reacts to negative symbols in the spectrum.
we are the top notch charge, lightning bolts from heavens even.
ride the mountains of shocked thoughts
and peak in nerve endings firing halleluyahs.
» Posted By Phil On 12.21.2010 @ 9:32 am
i had a headache hang by a nail once.
hard and tough
was she in my skull
and no amount of banging
could knock her out of there.
she was tough stuff she was
by teeth she fought
and like nails she fucked.
» Posted By Phil On 12.04.2010 @ 6:54 pm
a practical forum has grown from grassroot communities.
communication was key when we all turned our backs to the earth
so we can shoot to the stars on the trunks of trees.
it was necessary
utility was key.
» Posted By Phil On 12.03.2010 @ 9:17 pm
a spike is a pointed object please don’t get hurt on it. needles are pointed like spikes and can hurt you.
» Posted By Phil On 12.01.2010 @ 10:56 am
Seconds are a unit of time. They are pretty darn short but are not by any means the shortest increment of time. There are 3600 seconds in an hour; knowing this fact can come in handy when one is trying to pass time. Generally when people say “Give me a second” they are lying.
» Posted By Phil On 08.13.2010 @ 4:23 pm
I struck the point of the crusty rowboat into the freshly uncovered beach, the wave just barely rolled back past the engine tiller handle when I saw the light through the woods. It was broad daylight, but this light burned night and day, hooked up to a 1940’s diesel that ran on an unknown supply of fuel. I had one pack, black, salt stained and covered with ropes and gear on the outside, everything it would hold. 2 pops from behind me, somewhere offshore. This was about as home as it would get.
» Posted By Phil On 06.25.2010 @ 6:33 am
rush. russian roulette. wonder if anyone’s shot themselves in the head while listening to “tom sawyer?” i sure hope not. i mean, i disagree with neil’s fetishistic adoration of ayn rand as much as the next person, but not to the point i think it’s worth ending everything.
» Posted By Phil On 06.22.2010 @ 12:37 pm
on the island a man was shipwrecked with his faithful companion the dog Merlot. The dog was named Merlot because that man shipwrecked on the island was a drunk. he did not enjoy anyone else except for Merlot and his dog, and even then the dog had his doubts. Shipwrecked, the dog learns the ways of the island and the mans gets drunk….
» Posted By phil On 04.19.2010 @ 8:01 pm
Well, yesterday I swept the pool, and Natalie swept the house today. I regularly sweep the house for noxious insects. It’s too bad that Obama did not win with a clean sweep of all states.
» Posted By Phil On 05.01.2009 @ 9:41 pm
Balcony’s are used as a means of preventing people from fallig off high terraces or rooftops. Most people consider this a great inconvience.
Balcony’s date back as late as the Aztecs who used them as a means of blocking widowers from touching young, eligible and more attractive people.
» Posted By Phil On 05.11.2009 @ 3:00 pm
I change my underwear almost everyday. I have some that feel better than others and some that are scratchy. I like the soft and smooth ones. Obama promises change, is this what he means?
» Posted By phil On 01.21.2009 @ 4:50 pm
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Alone with his thoughts in the cold freezer room, of the “Quick Mart”. Jared stared blankley at the cartons of milk he had found strewn across the floor. Thinking not at all
» Posted By Phil On 01.07.2009 @ 9:14 pm