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why is it that in the united states as educated as we consider ourselves so many of you don’t question it don’t think about the other sides story when our government decides to demonize them in order to make it ok to kill them or take something else like natural resources or land from them. If we are so educated as a country why do we not question our government as anyone concerned with the state their country is in should do.
» Posted By Val On 01.15.2009 @ 6:24 am
the are in yr body. blood flows through. you’ve got nothing to lose but life. veins help us live viens help us die. veins are gay i dont like this subject anymore…nexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxt! ahh its not over yet…still going its over
» Posted By val On 01.15.2009 @ 1:00 am
Whenever I work long, tedious hours using my hands, my veins pop out like my grandmother’s and I suddenly wonder if I’ve really been standing there for a six- hour shift or years and years of the same, dull task. It’s a frightening thought, but time can pass so quickly.
» Posted By Val On 01.14.2009 @ 1:42 pm
Sophia had a book of “10 favorite things.” I thought it was such a great idea that, one day last fall, I walked twenty minutes to buy a small sketchbook at an art supply store. When I got back to campus, I passed the book around and watched it fill, over time, with all the best things that fill the hearts of college students grappling with life’s questions at a small, liberal arts college on the eastern shore.
» Posted By Val On 01.12.2009 @ 4:44 pm
This is the shortcut bar at the bottom of my computer screen. I haven’t figured out whether the items down there are completely arbitrary or if there’s some rhyme or reason to them. There are a few that I use every day. Most, I haven’t touched. What’s the use of a shortcut that takes you as long to get around to using as it would to use it in the immediate now?
» Posted By Val On 12.15.2008 @ 9:02 pm
you left your fingerprints on me long ago, and now they stain me from the inside out. forever yours, a memory that should’t remain, a memory i don’t want to forget. your marks on me will stay this way and everytime i look at them, i’ll think of you and wonder if you think of me too.
» Posted By val On 04.02.2009 @ 9:12 pm
i dont know much about mercury. its a planet i know that. also on the period table… i think. its been a while since i took any science. i’m an english major. well, getting my masters. bet you couldnt tell from this. sometimes i wish i were a better typer. im pretty slow.
» Posted By val On 09.21.2009 @ 9:30 am
wine, forest, southern area, just the smell, the leaves central park,any park in the south squirrels
» Posted By val On 09.14.2009 @ 3:06 am
not me apparently…
» Posted By val On 09.11.2009 @ 10:44 pm
My sister shoved this disgusting pink sparkly lip gloss into my hand a couple days ago. “Try it!” she demanded, her own lips glittering like newly fallen snow dyed pink. I started to protest…
» Posted By Val On 12.28.2008 @ 11:59 am
Lovely strings of licorice lace, blackened tounge and flavor paced a school boys greatest dark delight as smooth as leather and black as midnight
» Posted By Val On 09.03.2009 @ 5:21 am
James gently puffed at the cigarette, savoring the smoke in his lungs before exhaling and turning to the girl next to him at the bar, “Fancy a drink love?” she smiled and gently caressed the tips of his fingers with hers, If he was lucky, he might be lucky enough to get a piece of her tonight.
» Posted By Val On 09.01.2009 @ 11:27 pm
me inspire stress trouble joke kids good frustration laughs shouts mad hectic insane
» Posted By val On 08.29.2009 @ 2:03 am
it’s the beginning part of chromosome, it sounds science-fiction-y. i don’t think it’s a word by itself, but it’s part of one. i don’t really know what it means, except that chromosomes are in your body, your DNA.
» Posted By val On 08.20.2009 @ 4:38 pm
i think of alan cross when i see the word radio. it reminds me of his awesome program that i really miss because i do not know when it is playing anymore. i think that he is really smart and has really interesting facts about the music that i like to listen to and when it comes on i’m always happy. i listen to it on the fox radio station which is pretty cool. i never realized i could type so much.
» Posted By val On 08.11.2009 @ 12:52 pm
tiles for miles. it was so amazing to witness. all in order, everything in its place. they were meant to fit just that way. somebody planned it all ahead of time and what do you know, it wall worked! so many different types of tile, and somehow you put them together and voila!
» Posted By val On 07.30.2009 @ 3:46 pm
I forget that a heartbeat has two parts. In two pulses, the heart sends away the blood and brings it back again. Two things cannot happen in the same instant, and traveling will never be the same as coming home.
» Posted By Val On 07.12.2009 @ 10:23 pm
the blind man stood at the back of the church, unaware of the angry, disturbed looks people shot him as they passed, upon seeing the guide dog in a posture of obedience at his feet — the dog which is an unclean animal forbidden to enter the holy places.
» Posted By Val On 02.25.2009 @ 8:26 pm
My hands fumble with five or so sheets of paper, connected in some mysterious fashion and numbered according to a system known only to alien species. I glimpse the words “How to” upside down on one page and the word “INSTALL” appears on the next, surrounded by rows and rows of words, letters, and symbols which look as if someone held the original instructions up to a mirror and traced, point for point, the image they saw there. A tedious task which, probably, was aborted halfway through when into the mirror-image stepped a masked man carrying a gun, a teenager shouting the word “HATE,” or a lover with hands outspread, pleading.
» Posted By Val On 02.22.2009 @ 7:58 pm
In that horrible, embarrassing, gut-wrenching moment when our eyes met across the crowded dining hall, I turned a darker shade of pink. I hope you know that really wasn’t supposed to happen.
» Posted By Val On 04.12.2009 @ 7:16 pm
» Posted By val On 04.06.2009 @ 11:17 am
My little sister used to count the cows as we passed through the Wisconsin countryside on the way to the cabin. Only, she didn’t know the word for “cow” so she said “moo” instead. “Moo!” she’d yell, pointing excitedly at the lazy spotted bovines.
» Posted By Val On 11.08.2008 @ 10:16 am
She looked up and couldn’t believe her eyes. It was her great great uncle, or some long-dead kin, whose name she barely remembered and who’s face had been a part of her memory since the day she was born.
» Posted By Val On 10.31.2008 @ 10:03 pm
Round and fragile, a bulb could contain a world within the strange reflections that appear on its side. My eye stares back at me, unable to recognize the face it sees. I cannot recognize my own stare.
» Posted By Val On 10.17.2008 @ 9:32 am
Fight or flight, the natural instinct that comes with adrenaline. Either one has its consequences. The choice is yours. Do you pick up your books and walk away, without looking back. Or do you stand and ask for yet another milkshake?
» Posted By Val On 10.10.2008 @ 7:37 am
Is this clothing? Who would have thought to call a large, long, rectangular piece of cloth a clothing item… they were brilliant. It would eliminate the hassle of jeans and t-shirts and skanky dresses if people would only walk around wearing mantles.
» Posted By Val On 08.24.2008 @ 5:38 am
Four year old’s incessantly ask “why.” Apparently, this is something we grow out of as we get older. Are there really more answers than there are questions in the world? Or do we simply forget how to ask questions in the first place?
» Posted By Val On 08.20.2008 @ 4:00 pm
it’s old, but sometimes old is new. i mean, especially after a while, people forget the old styles, the old trends. old looks new, except to those with too much experience. our weary eyes look over the trends that have come and gone, only to resurface in this new form, on this new body. it’s gratifying to know that the moth-e
» Posted By Val On 08.17.2008 @ 9:29 am
Coughing, black dust. Unable to breath. This stuff is deadly. Not like a gunshot or a knife to the heart. There’s no visible threat– just the smell and a vague discomfort in my throat. My mind is not triggered to fear. But still it destroys you from the inside out. A disease you inhale.
» Posted By Val On 08.14.2008 @ 10:18 am
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The gills of a fish are composed of a feathery material connected by a soft membrane that can easily be scraped away with a scalpel. We assumed that the gills use this material to filter out excess water and filth.
» Posted By Val On 09.27.2008 @ 9:33 am